Chapter 191: Dropping

The Brotherhood of Steel's army is still in its infancy stage, and many places are not formal, especially the newly formed cannon fodder battalion, which lacks many facilities and equipment. ＞ Yixiao≯≥say ≤≦≤≦For example, there is no perfect logistics system. Even the simplest problem of eating has not been solved.

This is also the reason why the Brotherhood of Steel can't wait to bring this team to the battlefield. If it takes too long, this team is afraid that it will collapse by itself.

But right now, it was very troublesome for the soldiers in the cannon fodder battalion to eat. After the cooks in the cooking class are ready, let each class send someone to pick it up. If someone makes a mess of it, a class may not receive its own food.

Zhou Qingfeng led the team to join the cannon fodder battalion, and the whole day was very tense. He wants to unite sixteen people, this time is really not enough. It can only let everyone increase their confidence and get familiar with each other, so that they can pull it out anyway, and don't fall behind halfway.

So the people in the "Hugo class" don't go out all day, and they all hide in the tents and don't know what they are doing? In contrast, the other cannon fodder squads are really the last madness. They all feel that they will go to the battlefield tomorrow. They should be crazy, and they should eat and drink. It doesn't matter even if they exhaust all their physical strength, they will probably die tomorrow anyway. , but please be a full ghost!

When it was dark and night, the white officers ran out to enforce military discipline, and asked all the soldiers to return to their tents without making any noise. Due to the lack of electricity and fuel, the entire military camp was pitch black, except for the hazy moonlight shining through the clouds, and the whole world was very cold.

But in this quiet night, the tent of the 'Hugo Class' was suddenly lifted, and Qi Guangrong came out quietly, and walked silently to the back door of the 'Puma'. 'Dog Meat' guarding the 'Puma Lion' suddenly let out a low growl and emerged from the roof of the car.

Qi Guangrong immediately raised his fingers and gave a 'shh', "It's me, I'm here to get things."

The rear door of the Puma opened and Rom poked his head out. Seeing the silence of the entire military camp, he held a wooden box and handed it to Qi Guangrong, telling him: "Be careful, don't let anyone find out. It's too easy to attract hatred when we do this."

Qi Guangrong nodded, took the wooden box and ran towards a corner of the barracks. During the whole process, Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher, who were wearing night vision goggles, stood guard in the distance, using radio to direct their men to avoid the patrolling white soldiers.

And Qi Guangrong took the lead, and the whole "Hugo Squad" came out of the tent one after another. Everyone kept as quiet as possible without making a sound.

And Qi Guangrong ran to the quartermaster of the cannon fodder battalion with the wooden box in his arms, knocked on the door of the simple room, and the white officer who was in charge of eating and drinking for the whole camp appeared. He enters the house.

The logistics officer flashed a strong flashlight,

Pry open the wooden box that Qi Guangrong brought, and inside is the canned spam meat that made the soldiers frightened. He whispered, "Four to one exchange ratio."

Under the uncertain light, Qi Guangrong put on a smiling face like an old farmer. An old man in his forties already had deep forehead wrinkles, and he looked honest, but he raised three fingers and said, "Sir, it's too dishonest to say three to one, four to one."

"Then I refuse the deal."

"Then the best we can do is Spam."

The two sides stood in a stalemate for a while, Qi Guangrong kept smiling, but the logistics officer on the opposite side was uncertain, and finally the exchange was made on a three-to-one basis.

exchange for what? Naturally, the Spam, which can eat dead people, is exchanged for normal bread, jam, cream, chocolate, and even fresh bacon and canned fruit. In short, there is no shortage of supplies in the last days, but the obstacles to production and circulation make it impossible for many people to eat and use them.

"We still need some soybeans, mung beans, rice and flour. As long as you can get them, please contact Ms. Lena Fox through this communication channel. We will give you the best price." Qi Guangrong has been in the bottom of society for more than ten years. This kind of sneaky transaction in front of him is very comfortable.

Qi Guangrong even felt an inexplicable sense of joy when he saw that the white elites who were superior in the past did such shameful things with him. And the logistics officer on the opposite side can embezzle a lot of supplies that were originally given to the soldiers. Anyway, eating a piece of bread is the same as a piece of spam, and eating canned meat makes you feel fuller.

When Zhou Qingfeng drove the 'Puma' into the barracks, besides a lot of ammunition, there were also boxes of Spam in the spacious compartment. After a busy midnight, all spam was replaced by more delicious meals. Although the number has decreased, at least it won't make people want to go crazy.

Waiting for the next morning, the entire barracks woke up. Today is the day when the Cannon Fodder Battalion will go on an expedition. More than 2,000 people from the entire battalion will carry several tugboats to Queens, attempting to land on the beach and harass them, so as to relieve the pressure of the Brotherhood of Steel in the Broncos.

Before leaving, there should be a delicious meal to boost morale. But what I got back today was a box of canned food. It is said that after killing Queens, everyone can only eat canned food every day. As usual, Rom went to collect it but still got nothing.

"Spam?" Marco felt a stomach acid when he saw the canned meat allotted to him, and he was going crazy when he saw the date on it, "Is there any mistake? It was produced in 1940s How about the food of the US military in World War II!"

Three boxes of Spam a day, Marco received ten boxes at one time. That is to say, for the next three days, he will eat this for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

"Here, here are the blankets! One for each person." The quartermaster gave all the cannon fodder blankets. He contacted Lena Fox overnight and exchanged these decades-old military blankets at an extremely low price.

Because of the excellent exchange ratio, the quartermaster was even praised by the commander, and the white officer didn't care at all whether the non-white soldiers below were willing to use these old and fluffy blankets.

Marco also received his own blanket, which meant that if he could make it to the beach in Queens alive, he would have to sleep under this ragged blanket at night.

"Damn it, it's also leftovers from the U.S. military from World War II. Did that bastard find them out of the trash?" All the soldiers who received the blankets complained, and everyone hated these ragged blankets.

And Marco couldn't do anything about it. As far as he is concerned, it is not bad to be able to eat, drink and survive now. In fact, he had thought that if he had followed Zhou Qingfeng's words and led thousands of old and young men from the entire Chinatown out of Manhattan, New York, life would have been much better than it is now. With at least a few thousand people united as one, many difficulties can be overcome.

But it's useless to say anything now!

Sighing, Marco remembered another task of his, which was to visit Zhou Qingfeng's 'Hugo class', "Those guys must have been hungry for a whole day, without food or drink, so they should recognize the situation now." ? As long as I let them hand over the armored vehicle, I will make a contribution in front of the officer, and I believe that the future will be easier.” (To be continued.)