Wasteland, Camp 1123.

Above the vast urban ruins, as far as the eye can see, it is almost desolate, except for a few sparse thorn bushes, revealing bare branches.

The fierce cold wind swept through the flying sand and rocks, setting off small tornadoes, making these rare plants look like they could break at any moment.

In the days close to the cold winter period, you can already feel the ubiquitous coldness between heaven and earth.

Normally, at this time of year, everything in the world should be a scene of silence. But at this moment, there is a ruin, and the atmosphere is full of people and the atmosphere is warm.

Viewed from the air, there are almost a thousand people, like nested concentric circles, standing in an open space the size of a football field.

The crowd is dense, like moving ants, constantly moving in an orderly manner according to a certain law, and changing positions rapidly.

In the area where they gathered, they could faintly see hot and humid sweat wafting out of everyone's body, tearing out the white mist, and it seemed that even the chill was dispelled a little by this fiery scene.

However, such a sight seems strange and even silly in the world of the wasteland.

Because in such a bad cold weather, everyone is struggling to survive every day, worrying about food.

There is only one thing a smart scavenger should do if they want to live a long time, and that is to find a ruined building where they can hide from the cold wind, stay quietly inside, and minimize unnecessary activities.

Running around outside on a cold day is simply a waste of the body's already small amount of calories, bringing them one step closer to death.

If it had been in the past, Captain Luke, the self-proclaimed most loyal logistics director at Camp 1123, would have agreed with this and would have given them a good meal of the idiots who did so in their camp to let them know the value of food.

But now, even if it is, there is no need, because he is also one of the "idiots" of more than a thousand people running in the camp.

"Don't worry about the food, eat as much as you can, I just see how effective it is!" This is the will of his loyal people, and he, Luke, is only doing his best to ensure that the orders of the leader are carried out in the best possible way.

The economic foundation determines the superstructure, and this sentence that Shen Sen memorized in the political class of his previous life is also applicable to this lost world now, in his opinion.

In the absence of restoration or change in the productivity and relations of production in the camp, the group ideology and the political and legal system that match the wasteland world are all at the discretion of the ruler here.

Under authoritarianism, Shen Sen wants absolute obedience, absolute loyalty, and absolute efficiency.

Therefore, since he handed over sufficient food and cold protection materials to Luke and Old Man Li, these two people with completely different personalities and very different knowledge, have always carried out the same task.

Temper your body and strengthen your spirit!

This was the instruction that Shen Sen gave them when he left, and the two of them completed this order very well.

The scavengers in the camp are counted as one, and their physical fitness is so poor that they are simply unable to perform long hours of physical labor due to long-term malnutrition.

Therefore, no matter what the plan was after that, Shen Sen had to find a way to restore these people's bodies to a normal level first.

So the scavengers in the camp aren't doing meaningless things, they're just running to regain their fitness.

The more than 1,000 people in the camp, both men and women, had to run for about two hours every day under the supervision of Luke and Old Man Li.

But that's just the appetizer, as everyone has to take part in a full day of physical recovery training such as push-ups, sit-ups, and simple combat fights, in addition to the long daily runs.

At night, they also do not have a rest, and need to learn some knowledge prescribed by the chief.

In the past, everyone in the camp would have thought that such a large-scale training for everyone would have thought it was a tedious and meaningless act, and would not have been very happy to participate.

But now, although everyone looked extremely tired, it could be seen that everyone was full of energy, and their eyes were shining with determination.

And from time to time, under the leadership of Luke, and in the embarrassment of Old Man Li's face, Luke finally came up with a slogan that was carefully designed.

"......" (what slogan is appropriate, what suggestions do you have←_←, I want to prostitute it for nothing! ）

The slogans were loud and impassioned, and the people in the camp were willing and willing to participate in such a heavy training.

Because everyone knows that by doing these simple "jobs" honestly, they can eat more and better food, and those who do best every day will even be rewarded with "extra meals".

But it's not just these things that attract them to persevere, after all, morale is a very mysterious thing, and eating well does not mean that they can maintain high morale and patience every day and complete such hard training.

The scavengers were like a long dragon, round after circle, all of them had run with dry mouths and sweat like rain, and felt that their throats were already burning and their throats were about to smoke.

At this time, when the crowd was about to reach their mental and physical limits and protest, they couldn't help but look up at the eight wooden poles that had been erected high around the camp.

There was nothing but a loudspeaker with a long wire, in which a recorded speech was played on a loop every half hour.

But it was these little horns, and the sound played inside made the scavengers who were about to reach their limit feel like they were being stimulated in an instant.

Their tired expressions, after hearing the voice from the loudspeaker, radiated with radiance, their eyes rekindled with perseverance and longing, and the excitement and excitement from the spiritual level made them hold on for a while.

The voice on the loudspeaker was none other than Shen Sen, who had to stay in the world of District 9 for a few days, so he had specially recorded a recording of the scavengers in the wasteland camp.

It is the power from the telephonic broadcast that allows these "remnants" of the weak-willed wasteland civilization to persevere, and their awe of Shen Sen is also deepening unconsciously.

After a long time, when everyone was about to lose their patience, they finally heard the sentence they wanted to hear the most.

"Everyone, listen to me, all of them, run in the direction of the cafeteria.

After a one-hour meal break, the leaders of their respective squads will gather and participate in the afternoon training on time. ”

Luke carefully took out the watch that Shen Sen handed him before leaving, and after seeing that the pointer inside had turned enough for two hours, he ended his morning long-distance running training.

commanded more than 1,000 people to start moving towards the canteen that Old Man Li was responsible for newly cleaning and sorting out.

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