In the port area next to the Panama Canal, a line of trucks was parked next to the rusty barbed wire.
Under the muzzle of several USN soldiers, scavengers in orange-yellow prison uniforms, carrying large and small plastic bags, lined up next to the truck to be weighed. After weighing, they threw bundles of garbage onto the truck, and their task for the day was considered complete.
Before the outbreak of World War 2171, the Panama Canal was the shipping hub of the entire Americas, and the cargo throughput of the estuary port area far exceeded that of other ports. Piles of containers were stacked here, from the most basic iron and aluminum ore to high-end large-scale electronic equipment, as long as one was willing to spend the time to find it, one could find it here.
In the second year after the Peace Treaty was signed, Panama was designated as a special zone by NATO. The captain of the USS Obama was ordered by the NATO authorities to transfer a group of survivors from Washington, New York, Boston, and other places. This was the predecessor of the American Renaissance Organization.
Later, the colonization ship set sail, the World Government was disbanded, and the officers of the USS Obama aircraft carrier battle group decided to restore the American Federation. All the ships in the Panama Special Zone were mobilized, and everyone was transferred to the fleet. And this port full of containers became their supply base.
Of course, it was impossible for these people to pick up garbage themselves.
Since they held high the banner of the revival of the United States, then the survivors of Central and South American descent were their natural labor force. It was even better now. Since the Congress issued a combat order against NAC, the 3,000 Chinese colonists and more than 30,000 West Coast natives captured from Outpost Town directly expanded the scale of their labor force in the Panama base by a full tenfold.
In order to manage the surplus labor, they even sent half a brigade of soldiers here. At the same time, they promised the North American prisoners of war that as long as they were obedient enough, they would have the opportunity to redeem themselves and become an honorable overseer.
After the trailer was filled, the truck drove onto the road and headed for the base ten kilometers away.
The slaves who previously entered the port area were driven to the side by the soldiers in chemical protective suits for radiation and virus checks. After confirming that there were no problems, these slaves would be given a nutrient supply. As for how much was contained in the nutrient supply, it all depended on the mood of these people.
Herbert, who was wearing a desert-colored camouflage kinetic skeleton with a rifle hanging on his chest, looked through the statistics book in his hand, and couldn't help but exclaim.
"Seventeen tons … Sh * t, these yellow-skinned monkeys look skinny, but they are quite agile."
"Why didn't the idiots in the Congress do it earlier?" Jeff, who was standing next to him, grinned and scolded, "If I knew they were so capable, we could have gone to the other side of the Pacific to catch more slaves. Anyway, I heard they have a lot of people."
"Haha, you can go and apply to the Congress," Herbert joked.
"When I get the rank of captain, I'll go … What's that?" Jeff suddenly stopped and looked at the sky.
With his eyes, to, Jeff to of Jeff of of of energy. to of of. Herbert, who was standing beside him, also noticed the situation in the distance. He frowned and touched his chest, preparing to take out his binoculars. . of. and Of him to of of Yu of him of of of.
"Old Wu, do you think the General will come to save us?" Yu Buwei lifted his shirt and wiped the sweat off his face as a worried frown appeared on his face.
"Old Wu, do you think the General will come to save us?" Yu Buwei lifted his shirt and wiped the sweat from his face. He still had to complete the 500kg task in the afternoon. If this continued, he didn't know how long he could live.
"Do you even need to ask?" The man called Old Wu replied inexplicably. He looked at the few USN soldiers standing in the open space. His eyes flashed with the light of hatred, but at the same time, a touch of stubborn pride flashed in his eyes. "When has the General ever lost to an outsider? Not to mention these white-skinned foreigners. "
He inserted the empty tube of nutrient supply into the ground like a dagger. Wang Fucheng, who was sitting next to him, seemed to be thinking about something. Unlike these ordinary colonists, he was a soldier of the colony.
If it weren't for the bullet that penetrated the exoskeleton lodged in his ribs, he would have died in Outpost Town. It was all because of good luck that he was able to survive.
He thought about revenge for his dead comrades all the time and took the Han survivors of Panama to rise up, but the equipment of these Yankees was too powerful. Last time, a person took the lead to cause trouble in the concentration camp, but he was killed by the patrolling drone before he could cause trouble.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed a faintly discernible black dot floating in the horizon.
He frowned slightly, and just when he wanted to take a closer look, his pupils suddenly dilated, and a trace of ecstasy appeared.
A name suddenly emerged in his mind.
NAC Expeditionary Force!
The black dot was getting closer, but for the people in the port area, it was still far away and blurry.
The slaves sitting in the corner biting nutrient supply also began to notice the situation on the horizon. They all stretched their necks and pointed in the direction of the sea. They wanted to stand up, but because of the muzzle pointing at them, they finally gave up.
"Sh * t, what the hell is going on with that thing!" Jeff cursed, turned around anxiously, and looked at Herbert. "We must report the situation to the base."
"Calm down, my friend." Herbert tried to calm him down and said, "If something really happened, the people at the base must have already known. Don't forget, the radar can see much further than our eyes! "
"That's true … You over there, what are you doing!"
Without any warning, the Han slave who was squatting on the ground suddenly exploded.
While the USN soldier next to him was distracted by the black shadow in the sky, Wang Fucheng hooked his neck with one hand, took out the dagger hanging on his shoulder with the other, and stabbed it into his collar.
"Kaka —!"
The gushing blood drowned out the scream, and Wang Fucheng successfully grabbed the rifle in his hand.
Seeing that his comrade was killed, Jeff picked up the rifle hanging in front of his chest and fired at the slave who suddenly rebelled. He didn't hit Wang Fucheng, but he killed and injured the slave squatting next to him.
Seeing that someone was killed, the slaves squatting on the ground became a mess. Some stood up, turned around, and ran, and some courageous ones took advantage of the chaos to snatch the weapons in the hands of the soldiers. There were not only Han survivors here, but there were also those South Americans.
Wang Fucheng hid behind the bunker and fired a few shots at the USN soldiers. Seeing that the scene was in chaos, he shouted at the slaves in his non-standard English.
"Han brothers! Comrades suffering in South America! All the people who are enslaved! The NAC Expeditionary Force is there. In less than half an hour, those scums will be crushed by our power armors! Before we are saved, at least stand up and let our General see that we still have the courage to be saved! "
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