Chapter 186 Recruiting Compatriots

Zhou Qingfeng used his own experience to personally verify what he said: the longer the end of the world lasts, the deeper the disaster will be, and the more suffering will be in human life. A novel ≤≤<<<≦≦≤≦<<<<<≦≦≤<<≦ Now there is a big trouble in front of him. Compared with food as agricultural products, the shortage of industrial products is more serious. The most obvious is We can no longer find cheap and convenient fuel.

On Staten Island, many people are already cutting down trees, dismantling abandoned houses and even various furniture. Zhou Qingfeng saw with his own eyes that someone cut up a valuable carpet just to cook a meal.

Fortunately, many small cottages in the United States are made of wood and can be burned for a period of time. But vehicles and speedboats can't burn firewood, and they can only lie down without gasoline and diesel.

Zhou Qingfeng had originally hoped to get some diesel from the two ferries left by Fernando, but the reality was that the fuel tanks on the fernandos were almost empty, so at most he would be allowed to drive the yacht for two or three round trips, and then he would still be caught blind.

Another security issue is more urgent, and no one can guarantee whether the skeleton will make another surprise attack. Zhou Qingfeng's last forty or so people really can't lose any more. If they continue to lose, maybe he will have to guard and watch, wash and cook, and do all kinds of chores by himself one day, so he really can't even think about fleeing New York.

"Okay, I'm going to join the combat force of the Brotherhood of Steel." In order to be able to go to Queens again, and to accommodate family members and internal members such as Lina and Anji, Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher could only go deeper and work for the Brotherhood of Steel , not just being a mercenary.

The Brotherhood of Steel has also been forced to help recently. This white supremacist organization has suffered a lot in the battle with Skull and Bones. They found that it was not worthwhile for noble whites to die on the battlefield like this, and they had to find some cannon fodder to fill the battlefield. To this end, they opened up the scope of recruiting soldiers.

When Zhou Qingfeng and Butcher went to the recruiting point of the Brotherhood of Steel, they found that the place was already crowded with people. In order to earn a living, a lot of yellow and thin people are willing to sacrifice their lives, and even many women cut short and long, smearing their faces, trying to get in.

Looking at the dense crowd of human heads outside the recruiting point, the butcher whispered, "Maybe we should also recruit some people. Now these people won't just run around casually."

The food reserves that Zhou Qingfeng and Lina raided before are quite abundant, especially after transporting out the large amount of supplies from the underground of the Manhattan Police Headquarters, they don’t have to worry about food. The tens of millions of boxes of canned food alone are enough to feed a large number of people .

"It's okay to recruit a small number of people. But if the number is too large, the Brotherhood of Steel will kill us immediately." Zhou Qingfeng said.

Although the Brotherhood of Steel wants to recruit cannon fodder, it is not a bunch of free cannon fodder. It also has standards for personnel, and many people cannot meet the standards because of their poor physique.

Zhou Qingfeng was crowded in a bunch of rejected people, and suddenly felt that someone was grabbing his arm, he immediately struggled, and then drew his gun.

The person grabbing his arm fell to the ground. Zhou Qingfeng took a closer look and said in surprise, "Uncle Zheng, you also ran to Staten Island?"

Looking behind Uncle Zheng, there are all those people from Chinatown who were neighbors with Zhou Qingfeng back then. Compared with when they stayed in Chinatown and did not leave, they are now even more downcast, with messy clothes and disheveled faces, and they look like beggars.

Uncle Zheng fell to the ground and couldn't stand up for a long time. It seemed that he was very hungry. He stretched out his hand to Zhou Qingfeng and cried, "Xiao Zhou, please help us, for the sake of our compatriots, please help us. This time we will obey you, even if you let us die, half of us will die." Anything is fine, as long as the other half can survive.”

Half dead, half alive, this was Zhou Qingfeng's idea when he first met these people in Chinatown. It's just that everyone cherished their lives and bodies at that time, and no one wanted to die. Now the situation is getting worse and worse, then everyone will die.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the Chinese in front of him. There were at most a hundred of them, which was already miserable. He helped Uncle Zheng up and asked, "Is there only so few of you left?"

There were thousands of people trapped in Chinatown at the beginning, and these guys discussed matters all day long, and they didn't discuss anything for more than half a month. Zhou Qingfeng didn't even want to help these idiots.

Speaking of other people, Uncle Zheng couldn't help crying, "The Brotherhood of Steel landed in Manhattan, confiscated all our property, and kicked us out. After being driven out, everyone was displaced, even without a home." .

There are only five or six hundred people left in our team, and people starve to death every day, and the remaining young and old who can still move can only come out to serve as soldiers, even if they die, at least they can get some food for their families. The people at the recruiting point said that we did not meet the requirements for the source of troops and that we were not wanted. "

Uncle Zheng wept bitterly, and the more than one hundred people who followed him also shed tears. Zhou Qingfeng, however, had seen all kinds of misery, sighed at most, and said, "If I were a member of the Brotherhood of Steel, I wouldn't want you bastards who can only cry."

Uncle Zheng wiped away his tears immediately, took Zhou Qingfeng's hand and said, "Xiao Zhou, please be kind. Help me, I know you have a way."

Zhou Qingfeng's face was black and smeared, and his body was full of all kinds of dust and sludge, but his sturdy spirit showed that he at least had no worries about food and clothing. Uncle Zheng and the others were desperate, and they could only come up and pester Zhou Qingfeng when they saw Zhou Qingfeng.

Sighing again, Zhou Qingfeng turned to look at the butcher behind him, wanting to ask for his opinion. The usually cold-faced butcher said indifferently: "We only accept people with professional skills, and we don't accept others."

Zhou Qingfeng turned around again and said to Uncle Zheng: "We give priority to taking in medical staff."

Before Uncle Zheng could speak, someone shouted loudly behind him: "I, I'm a doctor."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses rushed over, but Zhou Qingfeng frowned and said: "If you are really a doctor, the Brothers of Steel will not want you. They are extremely short of doctors, so they don't care if you are white. Don't tell me I, you are a veterinarian."

"I'm a Chinese medicine doctor. I'm good at bruises, sprains, acupuncture and physiotherapy, and it's okay to prepare herbal medicine. But the white doctors in the Brotherhood of Steel Medical Department say I'm witchcraft, and they don't recognize me as a doctor." Wearing glasses The middle-aged man was very frustrated and thought he would be rejected too.

Well, Chinese medicine is also good, Zhou Qingfeng nodded. As a result, several people ran out of Uncle Zheng's team, all of whom were Chinese medicine practitioners.

"We still need a few cooks." Zhou Qingfeng was almost tortured to death by junk western food. The butcher was originally the executive chef of a top restaurant in Manhattan, but he couldn't cook any delicious food with some ordinary ingredients. And Chinese food is good at making good things with the most common ingredients.

In the last days, a good meal can greatly improve morale. So Zhou Qingfeng recruited a few more Chinese cooks.

"Are there people who know how to repair cars, repair electrical appliances, and repair motors? We need people with strong hands-on skills."

"Is there anyone who knows how to grow vegetables and raise pigs? The natural skills of the Chinese nation!"

"Is there anyone who understands radio?"

"Is there anyone who knows all kinds of housework? For example, mending clothes. It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, even a child can do it."

After all, it was for the sake of his compatriots, as long as they obeyed orders in a down-to-earth manner, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he could still help.

But even if the conditions were relaxed to the limit, 66 Lianxu only recruited a hundred people from Uncle Zheng's team. This is a drop in the bucket for the remaining hundreds of Chinese teams, but many of the remaining people really don't know anything, and they all look like uncles.

Even living in the United States for a long time, the yellow-skinned and white-hearted Chinese can't even speak Chinese, and they have to put on a white mentality and make various demands on Zhou Qingfeng. To these people, Zhou Qingfeng has only one sentence: "Go to hell and raise your human rights in hell."

Zhou Qingfeng finally asked: "Has anyone ever been a soldier? Anyone who can play with guns is fine."

This time, three or five people came out here and there, but they were all skinny enough.

"Didn't there be a guy named Marco before? I remember he was a soldier." Zhou Qingfeng didn't see the thorn.

Uncle Zheng has become Zhou Qingfeng's subordinate because he knows how to grow vegetables. He whispered, "Marco has joined the Brotherhood of Steel. He's the only one of us who has." (To be continued.)