Chapter 1012 Expedition Expendables

Rios sat at the crude wooden dining table and ate up his meringue. After eating, he was still unsatisfied, so he licked his face and ran to the cook to ask for another one.

This kind of paste with only a little oil and salt has a strange smell and the taste is not very good, but it is especially rare for refugees who escaped from the life and death line.

The cook in the quarantine camp obviously had a feeling of contempt for the refugees in front of him, but at least he gave what he had to give, and at most he cursed in a low voice, 'Damn garbage, eat it for the rest of your life'.

Rios knew why they were discriminated against, because they were refugees, refugees who brought chaos. As a refugee who was deported all the way from New Mexico, he went through a hellish journey to Cuba, and the people who fled with him were gone, dead and alive.

Fortunately, the Aurora Legion that ruled Cuba gave the refugees a bite to eat and hung their lives. You must know that other forces will only expel them with bullets and bayonets. So even if he was discriminated against, Rios still felt that the quarantine camp with white eyes everywhere was much better than the barbed wire refugee camp outside the city.

Rios didn't know why he had to suffer this, he was just an uneducated Mexican. When working as an illegal worker in the United States, Rios learned not to argue, to work more and talk less.

But Rios is not without advantages. When he said that he can speak English, he has worked in the United States as a harvester, a warehouse worker, a cook, and all the inferior jobs he can think of. He was immediately appointed as a The captain of the ten-man team.

awesome! The team leader can share an extra piece of whale meat when eating, have a special armband on his clothes, and receive a day of induction training, and then he can lead the team to receive the next step of training. This is great happiness for Rios, who has always been at the bottom of society.

Combat training is the simplest, there are no firearms, and Rios is only required to practice how to throw grenades.

Yes, that's right! It's just throwing grenades, which is simpler than firearms training, as long as you have enough strength and correct posture are enough.

Zhou Qingfeng had a profound impact on the Volunteer Army's grenade offensive in the North Korean copy. This is a magic weapon for the weak army to defeat the enemy. For this reason, he bought 500,000 Type 67 grenade with wooden handles.

Most of the various armed forces in the wasteland have not received any special training. It is better to throw a grenade at close range than to equip a machine gun and rifle in an environment full of weak debris. The violent explosion is stronger than anything else. The loud noise and air waves will make the weak-willed The opponent collapsed instantly.

Refugees with weak bodies can't throw grenades very far, but they still need to practice correct posture and basic military training. Discipline, queues, earth work, simple communication links.

Rios obeyed the instructor's orders 100%, and he studied completely mechanically after suffering enough. In addition to throwing grenades, another special thing is to learn how to deploy a special fine iron cage in a short time, and fill the cage with sand and stone to build a wall.

"We seem to be practicing building a fortification." A refugee from the quarantine camp said on the training ground: "What is the use of this?"

"Shut up, and do whatever you're asked to do. Chiefs like people who are quiet and obedient." Rios was very satisfied with his current life. Although he didn't have much freedom, at least he wasn't hungry.

The world outside the quarantine camp looks wonderful, but for the refugees it is an unattainable Garden of Eden. Although separated by barbed wire, the life in the bustling city still tempts everyone who wants to change their destiny.

However, the instructors told the refugees unabashedly that you are late, the legion has passed the period of extreme thirst for manpower, and now it needs more effort to gain status and dignity.

"I'm not afraid of giving, I just want to know what to do to live outside the quarantine camp?" Rios asked the instructor during a break in training.

"Learn more and master more abilities, so that you have a greater chance of seizing opportunities. For example, I need a squadron leader who can command three teams. Can you do it?" The instructor was as indifferent as a rock, but he didn't explain. How can I become a squadron leader and leave.

However, Rios was greatly inspired. He began to pay attention to the words and deeds of his instructors, learning how to manage his subordinates, how to assign tasks, how to restore order in chaos, and how to face danger without fear. The most important thing is how to make instructors realize that they are better than others.

"Listen guys, we can't stand on the barbed wire every day and see the world outside. We have to do something to change ourselves, or we're just a bunch of dumbass."

Rios tried to encourage his ten subordinates. He started by memorizing everyone's name, assigned three team leaders to assist him in his work, and led his subordinates to strengthen their studies. He even rewarded good performance with his salted whale meat, all learned from the instructors.

After a period of eating protein, Rios found that his group's food had improved. Although it seems that they are all leftover meals and reheated again, but at least there are vegetables and meat, as long as they are not too picky eaters, they can still be swallowed.

As time went by, the emaciated refugees began to recover gradually, but the intensive training in the quarantine camp was not tolerable for everyone. Earthwork, for example, is often an endless process of digging foxholes with a sapper shovel.

The temper of the instructors is also getting worse, and those who fail to complete the training will be punished in various ways. Under the pressure, someone suddenly exploded at dinner, swearing at the new food as hogwash for pigs, and complaining that he just joined the Legion late, why can't he live like a normal person?

At that time, the atmosphere in the canteen of the quarantine camp suddenly became tense, and many refugees looked blankly at the instructors around them, for fear of causing trouble.

While everyone was panicking, Rios stood up before the instructor dealt with it, and said to the troubled refugees: "Eat your share of dinner, don't waste this hard-earned food."

"I'm so fed up, this isn't food at all. Do you know what I just ate? It's really disgusting." The provocative refugee kept yelling to vent his emotional pressure with a posture of fighting.

"Believe me, I've eaten something ten thousand times more disgusting than this. But I know that complaining is useless, I still have to work hard to live." Rios took a step forward, picked up the food on the other's plate, and threw it into his mouth Said after eating, "You have to understand that death from nausea is better than death from starvation."

The canteen of the quarantine camp was quiet, the surrounding instructors all looked indifferent, and the refugees sitting at the dining table did not speak. The instigator looked around at the eyes that were paying attention to him, and finally sat down dejectedly, crying with his head in his arms.

The turmoil seemed to subside, but after dinner, Rios was called out of the barracks by the instructor, and asked him, "Do you want to live a normal life?"

"Sir, I really want to live a normal life, and I have been working hard for it." Rios said without hesitation.

"Now there is a special team that needs people. If you join, you have a chance to live a normal life, but there is also a 50% chance of killing you. What choice do you make?" the instructor asked.

"Will you die?" Rios was stunned for a few seconds, "If I refuse, will I have to stay in the quarantine camp for the rest of my life?"

"No, you will become temporary workers. The legion is currently full of ordinary labor, and you will be recruited when needed. You may not starve to death, but you will never be able to integrate into the legion." The instructor said concisely, but the meaning was expressed very clearly.

"Only by contributing to the Legion can you join the Legion, right?" Taking a deep breath, Rios asked again: "May I ask what team I want to join?"

"The Expeditionary Death Squad under the African Army." 8