Chapter 1082 Helpless

"One hundred thousand tons, a whole hundred thousand tons. There are still people who can be so proud." Xiang Ming held a crudely made bark paper, his fingers trembling wildly.

On the paper was written in charcoal pencil the list of aid supplies sent by Wen Tianyu via radio. For the last days when every grain, every dose of medicine, and every bullet are extremely precious, every word on the list makes people happy mad.

As a Chinese power in Angola, a group of more than 600,000 people in its heyday must have a management organization, and Xiang Ming is the chairman of this organization committee.

Xiang Ming was originally the manager of the Chinese aid project in Angola, and he possessed excellent organizational skills to deal with the chaos of the catastrophe.

And after the baptism of the cataclysm, not all elites may survive, but those who survive have become elites. After confirming that his entire team was hopeful to be rescued, Xiang Ming immediately ordered the entire base to be mobilized to improve the mobility of all personnel.

The first order of mobilization is - eat! Take out the food that you have managed to keep in the past and eat a few meals to restore your strength. I can't do anything without physical strength!

This order was very satisfying, and in the middle of the night, countless people took advantage of the excitement and started cooking vegetable porridge—yes, the only thing the entire base has at present is a little food that has been hard-earned and fast-growing vegetables grown in the ground. Oil and salt have long since disappeared.

But even with such a humble food, eating a few bowls open is enough to be exciting and inexplicable. And this lively scene not only made the Chinese in the base happy as if they were celebrating the New Year, but also made many non-Chinese feel baffled.

There are many foreigners doing business and construction in Angola. Hundreds of thousands of Chinese fled desperately during the catastrophe, and they inevitably mixed with the population of many other countries.

Saito is a coerced Japanese. Since there are blacks as the common enemy and his ability is good, everyone will overcome difficulties together with the enemy. But now he expressed great surprise at the sudden crazy carnival of the Chinese, "Everyone, what's wrong with you?"

Saito saw that the Chinese were demolishing houses, demolishing a large number of houses with fanaticism. If he hadn't seen the Chinese people doing things in an orderly manner, he would have thought that these people were committing mass suicide.

In the last days, a place where you can shelter from the wind and rain, where you can light a fire for heating, and where you can rest peacefully is very important. In order to provide shelter for everyone, the fleeing people worked hard and paid a great price.

And now at least thousands of emaciated Chinese are tearing down their homes in laughter. This crazy scene is incomprehensible. Saito stumbled into the fanatical crowd and asked loudly what happened?

"Someone has come to rescue us. The first batch of supplies has arrived at the port of Luanda. In a few hours, an airship will arrive with supplies. We must build a landing site." Under the light of torches in the dark night, someone replied Vine problem.

"Saved? Is it the UN's rescue agency?" Saito was also very excited when he heard the word "saved". He instantly understood the madness of the Chinese people in front of him - he had suppressed his life under the threat of death for more than a year, with a little hope It's enough to make people wanton vent.

"No, the UN is over. Some intrepid guy came across the Atlantic to rescue us," someone replied.

"Crossing the Atlantic Ocean? Great! It must be the United States. Sure enough, only the American government is the pillar of this broken world." Saito was even more happy, and he even helped carry all kinds of dismantled wood, and his joyful mood gave him endless joy strength.

But his conjecture was poured cold water, "No, we are Chinese. We have a guy who is the head of the Aurora Legion, and he came to rescue us. He said that there are 100,000 tons of food waiting for us Go eat and drink, the news made everyone in the base shout."

"Ah..., aren't you an American?" Saito's heart suddenly turned cold. This is far from what he expected.

"Mr. Saito, Chairman Xiang asked you to maintain the communication system of the entire base. We need to broadcast to everyone." Someone found Saito in the dark and dragged him to the headquarters of the base.

Saito is a communication engineer, and his ability is to take care of all kinds of patchwork radio systems to ensure communication links between hundreds of thousands of people. And because there are few and important people who can do the job, he is even given preferential treatment within the group.

At this moment, the headquarters is very lively. Everyone has a smile on their face, and every word of communication can make people laugh. Saito can understand Chinese without hindrance. While taking care of several different types of radio stations, he feels the real joy and joy of the scene as a bystander.

are you happy? Saito was also very happy. After all, these Chinese people are very tolerant and have always treated him well. And based on his ability, he shouldn't be rejected in the future. But after being happy, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness and fear.

Saito was originally sent by a Japanese company to sell satellite communication equipment in Africa, but this market has long been no longer Japan's strong point.

Saito was appalled by China's development in Africa before. When people from other countries come to Africa, they seldom go to the lowest level to make money, but the Chinese can travel to every corner of Africa with their strong national power and their own hard work.

The Chinese are willing to reclaim land in Africa to develop agriculture by themselves. The Chinese will transport building materials and workers to build infrastructure. The Chinese will work hard to sell small commodities with meager profits. Other countries invest at most, but no one has ever done this kind of hard work.

In fact, Saito had already predicted that the recovery speed of the Chinese group in Africa would be faster than that of any other ethnic group. Black people are too bad, white people are too greedy, only the Chinese are willing to work hard. As long as they survive the most difficult beginning, they will adapt to the end of the world better than anyone else.

But now that some people are aggressively providing assistance, the speed of Chinese recovery is far beyond. And just think about the current drastic reduction in the population of Africa. Once the Chinese gain a firm foothold, no one can stop them.

A great fear descended on Saito's mind—there may be only one China in the world from now on.

"Saito-san, your supper." A man approached, holding a bowl of thick vegetable porridge in his hand.

"Park Sang, thank you very much." Saito knew the person who brought the supper, and he belonged to the few who were coerced, Koreans. It is said that the friendship between Japan and South Korea depends on China, and these two troubled brothers naturally get together. "Tonight's vegetable porridge tastes good, but I added a lot of salt."

Hearing Saito praise the vegetable porridge, the Korean surnamed Park whispered in frustration: "The Chinese here will be saved. Saito-san, what do you think we should do in the future?"

"Me? I will continue to survive in the team." The first thought of Saito, who is used to obedience, is to live with the group. "I have seen too much life and death, and I have already obeyed the arrangement of fate in my heart."

"Really?" The Korean was disappointed by this answer, "Is there really no other way out?"

"Our own country is definitely hopeless, and the Americans are finished." Saito only responded with a wry smile, "No one can stop a powerful nation from rising. It seems that we will all follow the Chinese in the future gone."