Chapter One Thousand and Six

Qin Ming sat on a rock, and a disassembled AK-47M assault rifle was placed on the low table in front of him. The old rifle had been broken into several large parts, and he had serviced it with the gun fluid in the accessories box, and was now assembling it by hand, blindfolded.

The quick movements of both hands, the crisp combination of parts, the handguard, the bolt, the recoil spring, the receiver cover, and the magazine, the entire rifle was assembled in just over a minute. There is a click sound after pulling the trigger, and the impact of metal represents the romance of a man.

Qin Ming just disassembled and assembled it over and over again to pass the time. He is very young, about 17 or 18 years old, with a normal build, wearing a beret of the Cuban People's Army on his short hair, and there are many deep scars on his face, which are shocking.

While he was fiddling with weapons seriously, an order came from the walkie-talkie at Qin Ming's hand: "Area K, please pay attention to the rest personnel in K area. There are armed refugees breaking into your security area, search immediately, and kill them if found."

Hearing the call, Qin Ming immediately replied: "Qin Ming received it, act immediately."

People on the walkie-talkie kept replying, but none of them responded as quickly as Qin Ming. The young lad loaded a live-load magazine into his rifle and began searching the area he was in charge of.

Area K is a deserted residential area on the outskirts of Havana. The ground here has sprouts of green grass, but it is a ruin under the sun. It is generally difficult for refugees from outside the city to enter here, but there is an accident in everything.

The past of the nuclear winter only gave the surviving humans a short-term excitement, and the disaster did not completely go away. The Aurora Legion is under great population pressure. On the one hand, it lacks labor force to work, and on the other hand, it lacks enough food to feed more people. Two contradictions exist at the same time.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Legion has already worked hard to feed its own population, but the refugees who keep pouring in from the sea don't care how difficult you are, those frail guys will use their last effort to smell the food fragrance.

Chug chug..., gunshots suddenly sounded at close range.

Qin Ming calmly pointed the gun at the window of a building, where there was a trap he had set up, a broken pot of instant noodle oil. The aroma of the oil would bring the hungry refugees to them like moths.

The four refugees who broke into Area K were unkempt and out of shape. One of them was shot and fell by the window, apparently killed by hungry accomplices. Another man with a weapon was drinking soup like crazy, and the other two who were intimidated by their gun-wielding companions could only stand aside and beg for a little more.

"It's like this every time." Qin Ming aimed his gun at the one holding the gun first, smashing the opponent's head with a bang, and then turned the gun to point at the other two.

"No, No, No..." The sudden death caused the remaining two refugees to wave their hands and plead.

Qin Ming glanced at the other party, a man and a woman, who pretended to be Mexicans who came ashore from Batahuano Bay in the south. All the refugees thought that this place was the easiest to disembark, but in fact, the Legion had the strictest defense here.

Legions need women, and need their wombs to give birth to good offspring. But the woman in front of her was too thin and injured, with one leg broken. As for that man, he looked like an ordinary farmer honestly.

"Do you have any special skills?" Qin Ming asked in Spanish. Currently the official languages ​​of the Legion are English and Spanish. Can't learn? If you want to have a full stomach, you must learn it. As for Chinese, the number of people is too small and it is not widely used.

brewing? Growing corn? Livestock?

The two Mexican men and women subconsciously knew that their answers would determine their fate, and they kept making gestures to explain their abilities. But Qin Ming listened for a long time, but he ruthlessly gave them a shuttle, "We already have too many farmers, and we have no shortage of farmers."

The gunshots were piercing and bloody everywhere, and Qin Ming's partner rushed over quickly. They are all scattered children in the cataclysm,

Unmoved by the scene of death and injury, he just calmly called for coolies to clean up the corpse.

But for the disfigured Qin Ming, these children still have the most basic awe, because this seemingly emaciated Chinese boy is the most silent and cruel among them.

Returning to the camp from Area K, Qin Ming reported to his superiors about his mission execution in the morning as usual. The person who listened to the report was also a Chinese, and he asked, "I heard that your kid killed four more people?"

"There were three, and one of them was killed by their own people." Qin Ming said indifferently.

"I heard you smashed the head of one of the refugees?"

"Accidentally hit."

"This is the seventh time you accidentally smashed the head of a refugee. The coolies who cleaned up the corpses complained to me for a long time."

"Those black person coolies just talk nonsense."

Qin Ming's argument made the superior in command frown a little, but he still said patiently: "Listen, Qin Ming. We don't kill for the sake of killing, and we can't deliberately let the enemy die miserably.

Everything we do is to save ourselves to a minimum. We are not murderers, let alone perverts. The head of the legion said that we will rebuild our homeland and live a normal life in the future. "

"I understand, I won't torture and kill the enemy in the future." Qin Ming agreed blankly. His commander could only sigh, wondering if the child listened to his words.

Zhou Qingfeng landed in Cuba to occupy Havana early, and the first group of compatriots he accepted came from the collection of the Enclave. The total number of this group was fifteen thousand. In the ensuing time, the United States and Canada in North America, as well as countries in the Caribbean and South America also successively rescued more than 10,000 compatriots.

Qin Ming is from Brazil, where his father built a local oil refinery. As a result, the warlords fought, and his father was forced by the locals to refine oil. But his father was only a construction engineer and didn't know how to refine oil at all, so he was burned alive in the end.

Qin Ming followed his father to Brazil to play, but he watched the oil refinery built by his father turn into ashes, and also watched his father die. He himself was used as a slave until the Aurora Legion made a name for themselves in the Caribbean and bought him from the warlord.

Qin Ming couldn't even speak when he was first rescued, and he is still habitually taciturn until now. In order to take care of these psychologically traumatized children, adult Chinese in the regiment generally adopt them and take care of them as their own children.

Qin Ming is very lucky, because his surname is Qin, and the one who takes care of him is the old man Qin Weidong who lost his children. The latter is currently Zhou Qingfeng's highest-ranking direct military commander, and he treats Qin Ming like his own son.

"Are you back?" At night, Qin Weidong watched his newly recognized son walk into the house, and immediately summoned him to his side. Although the four women assigned to the old man a year ago had already given birth to children, he still liked the child in front of him who was always a bit violent.

Thanks to Zhou Qingfeng's mischievous wife, the Qin family's four women and four babies are a bit noisy, but they are also very lively. When Qin Ming first entered this family, he felt the warmth of family affection.

Also relying on Zhou Qingfeng's cold-blooded and ruthless policy, he sent all his compatriots to the most difficult front line. After going through the most difficult stage, the preferential care policy is cancelled, and if you want to get something, you have to work hard to fight for it, to build, to create, or to kill the enemy.

Although this policy caused a lot of complaints and even caused many additional casualties, Zhou Qingfeng did not intend to modify it in the slightest. In the difficult days, the descendants of Chinese people far away in foreign countries had to burst out a strong sense of competition and cohesion in order to survive.

Steel will only become tougher the more it is beaten, and a sword will only become sharper as it is tempered. Whether it is a dragon or a worm, what you say is useless, so go for it yourself. If they die unfortunately, it is a bad fate, but the whole ethnic group will not have a bad fate, it will only become stronger and stronger.

"Our leader's policy is correct. Although some people will be eliminated, as long as the survivors are the elite. The number of Han people in the legion is small, otherwise there is no way to gain a foothold in this world of the jungle, which is why I put you Throw it to the youth camp for training."

Mr. Qin explained Zhou Qingfeng's policies to Qin Ming, and he smiled after he finished speaking: "But we will still take care of our own people, and now we have a chance for you to get more training, so that you can grow up faster and take charge More power. I applied to the head of the legion to go to Africa, and I want to take you there."

Qin Ming nodded subconsciously. He actually didn't understand the reason, but he knew that his adoptive father would not harm him.

In the past, some people talked nonsense about 'one Chinese is a dragon, and a group of Chinese are worms', bah..., bullshit!

We have shown with facts that one Chinese is a dragon, and a group of Chinese is a giant dragon!