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- Lin Xiang shook his head lightly and said: As long as you are willing, I can explain the situation to the high command of the group army. You are not directly or jointly responsible for the whole thing and do not need to bear any guilt. If you are unwilling to continue serving in the Second Infantry Regiment, I can also issue a recommendation certificate for you, and the Xinjing Political Supervision Committee will assign you a new position. in this regard
I still have some ability to speak. "
, "We're not going anywhere."
Xu Na, who was standing at the head of the team, raised her chest, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "We are not supernatural beings. Women will only become men's toys everywhere. Even if they sacrifice their bodies and dignity, At the price, we still cannot get the necessary guarantee for survival. You can regard our current answer as loyalty, or a forced choice under the trend of interests. It is better to follow one man than to be taken turns, raped, and violently by more men at any time. Much better. This world may never change. The reality has long told us that there are no fairy tales like princes and princesses. Following you, the chance of survival is at least better than being with other men. Much bigger.¡±
There was no expression of pain or shame on her face, as if she was talking about another thing that had nothing to do with her. The other three girls were also indifferent.
"It is obvious that he is used to mentioning the shame and humiliation of the past in his words. From the depths of a pair of black eyes, only expectations, longing and nervousness and uneasiness are radiated. When the final decision is in the hands of others, the only way to deal with it is to wait silently.
The room was deathly silent.
Lin Xiang looked at them, his sharp eyes slowly sweeping over each face. There is no thinking, no intense and complex judgment and calculation. Just simple eye contact, through the tiny pupils as thin as needle tips, carefully peering into the deepest part of the heart and thinking.
He does not doubt the courage and determination of these girls.
As long as they are willing, they will take off their clothes now and stand in front of them in the most daring posture, naked, naked, and naked. They will even follow orders and have sex with the men and objects they assign on the spot.
"Pleasing is the instinct of all women in the wasteland world."
They can never imagine the arrogance and indifference of girls in the old days towards male suitors.
The scenes of beauties being courted by countless flowers, gifts, and flattery have been forever preserved in books and memories. The heroic words of "I would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on the back of a bicycle" were completely replaced by pieces of bread the size of a fist, with the surface covered with mold and dirt. It is true that even in the wasteland, beautiful women can indeed win the favor of more men and may also eat more. But their smooth and soft bodies will also become more delicious in the eyes of men. After playing, sleeping, and fucking, when the genitals that have been emptied of semen are completely weak and no longer have the ability to harden and pull out, the hungry man will naturally think of cutting off the head of the woman sleeping next to him and throwing it into the pot. Make soup in it.
This is definitely not a scary scene from science fiction novels. The reality is so cruel and terrible.
There is no doubt that the four girls were forced to make the choice to follow themselves.
Of course, there is also an element of repayment and gratitude - they want to live, but in the most critical situation of chaos in the logistics warehouse, they stand in front of them without hesitation, holding guns and cannons, aiming at thousands of times the number Above, a powerful opponent armed to the teeth.
This is enough.
Lin Xiang sighed, turned sideways, took out four vacuum syringes from the portable micro-refrigerator worn on his waist, and gently placed them on the coffee table in front of him. The sunlight coming in from the window reflected the tube wall, illuminating a faint red color shrouded in hazy white.
To formulate policies, it only takes a few hours to think and a few minutes to make a decision.
Actual implementation requires the use of tens of thousands of people, and involves a hundred or a thousand times more ordinary people's interests.
With the Imperial Capital and Hidden Moon City as the core, a total of dozens of cities scattered in a circular radiation circle around the divided dynasties were finally determined to be the execution area of ??the "Empire Rising Sun" plan formulated by Liu Yuchen. According to the decision of the high-level empire, within two weeks, all citizens in the slandered area with "e" level (exclusive) and below will leave the city to make enough living space for the clones that are about to leave the factory at the 6571 base. .
This is an extremely huge plan. According to incomplete statistics, the number of people who need to be evacuated in the specified area exceeds at least one million. For this reason, all the city guards and reserve troops remaining in the imperial capital and cities were dispatched. Among them, there is even the most elite Imperial Guard Corps in the entire empire, controlled by Zhou Hao.
No one wants to evacuate. Regarding this suddenAfter the order was issued, the people first showed surprise and fear, and then, under the chaos and turmoil, the emotions from all aspects changed, completely evolving into anger and violence.
, "No, we will never leave "one"
, "Why on earth? This is my land, my house, why should I leave? Why do you do this?"
, "Get out of here, you liars, hooligans, and robbers. Get out of my house. In a small house built with large bricks and stones, a thin middle-aged man stood guarding the door with open hands. Behind him, an old man with white hair and beard and a middle-aged woman huddled in the corner of the room, eyes wide open, looking towards the door with horror on their faces.
Three city guards wearing standard combat uniforms stood at the door, forming an irregular shape with the word "pin". The leader was a tall warrant officer. He was nearly ten centimeters taller than the man guarding the door, and the short, straight hair on his head almost reached the narrow lintel.
With his back to the sun, his face was completely shrouded in shadow, looking like a ferocious hungry ghost from the darkness.
, "Don't be so impulsive. We are not your enemies."
The warrant officer grinned, showing two rows of white teeth. This simple action made the expression on his face look even more ferocious. He raised his right fist and knocked hard on the wall next to him, and said in a rough voice: "According to the order of the management committee, you must move out of here now and assemble at the designated location."
"We are not going anywhere"
The middle-aged man¡¯s face was full of hatred and anger, but he also had instinctive fear. Three completely different emotional changes completely distorted the entire face. His body was shaking slightly, and his right hand holding the door frame would unconsciously retract to grab the machete on his lower back. However, looking at the other two soldiers standing outside the door, all unconscious and armed, with flat-end assault rifles pointed at him, his already loose fingers had to tighten their grip on the wooden frame of the door again.
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"You still have ten minutes to pack your personal belongings."
The warrant officer looked at him expressionlessly, and there was no possibility of negotiation in his voice.
, "You have promised that you can give us everything we need. If houses, food, and land leave here, where can we go?"
The old man stood up slowly from the corner, swayed a few steps forward, his face full of sadness and despair, and begged: "This is our home. Leave."
¡°We we¡±
His voice became softer and softer. His tone gradually changed from full of pathos and pain to hoarse and hoarse.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?. In the end, all you could see was the wrinkled, dry mouth opening and closing mechanically, and only a vague, but clearly audible low cry of pleading could come out from deep in the throat.
¡°Maybe it¡¯s because I feel that just a verbal confession cannot move the cold hearts of the city guard officers and soldiers. The old man turned his body sideways, put his skinny hands into the hem of his clothes, and pulled out a palm-sized cloth bag from a hidden pocket. The workmanship of this thing is not exquisite, but the stitches of the cotton thread are very fine. He shook his hands and pulled open the knot tied at the mouth of the cloth bag. He inserted five fingers into it and pinched it for a long time before slowly withdrawing it, like a treasure that he cherished very much. 11.
Carefully deliver it to the warrant officer and spread it out flat.
That was a small stack of neatly folded Long Teng Yuan bills. The banknote with the largest denomination was only ten Yuan. Even so, the number is only a pitiful two. The rest are mostly five-yuan, two-yuan, and one-yuan bills, as well as a dozen two-cent, one-cent, and other coins. The total value is only about fifty dragon teng yuan.
, "I'll give you everything I give you."
The old man¡¯s eyes flashed with extreme reluctance. He pursed his lips and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. He stammered and held up the money high in anticipation.
The warrant officer gave him a cold look, and the pity in his eyes flashed away instantly. He straightened his military cap and turned sideways, avoiding the old man's hands that were stretched out in front of him to hold the money. He looked at the watch on his wrist and said in a low tone that left no room for relaxation: "Take it up quickly. You guys are still here." There are six minutes to one one¡±
As soon as the words came out, the middle-aged man standing in front of the door suddenly turned his head and stared at him with fear and anger. The old man's face was dull, and his whole body was shaking violently involuntarily.
Suddenly, without any warning, the old man turned around like crazy and grabbed the woman huddled in the corner of the room. He didn't know where he got the strength to hold the woman's shoulders and hands tightly, twisting them until they were tight, and pushed her to the door. The woman who couldn't bear the pain screamed repeatedly, butThe livid-faced old man held his neck tightly from behind, making it very difficult to breathe. No one understood what he wanted to do. No one tried to dissuade him for a while, nor expressed approval or objection to it. They could only stare blankly at the scene that suddenly happened in front of them.
, "chila"
Suddenly, the middle-aged man standing in front of the door burst out screaming. The moment the words blurted out, the old man's skinny fingers had already grabbed the woman's clothes and tore off a large piece along the shoulder, revealing a piece of slightly yellowish white and greasy skin. The unconstrained blouse fell loosely from the woman's body, and she was caught off guard, revealing her already sagging breasts and most of her upper body, completely exposed to everyone's sight.
, "You, what do you want to do?"
In shock, the middle-aged man had forgotten his duty to guard the door. He grabbed the woman who was hurriedly holding her tattered clothes towards her, gave the old man a hard slap in the face with her round arms, and roared furiously: Are you crazy? "
The red blood slowly flowed down the corner of the old man's mouth. He shook his body, trying his best to maintain his balance, without paying any attention to the ferocious-looking middle-aged man in front of him, and used all his strength to tighten the pieces of women's clothes still in his hands. Even the tear belt* was pulled hard. His face, covered with deep wrinkles, had become as pale as death.
, "This woman is given to you, with a room and a bed.
She belongs to you
It¡¯s yours, you can play whatever you want
Play"
The woman screamed hysterically and struggled.
The middle-aged man¡¯s forehead was covered with sweat, and the muscles on his shoulders and arms were tense.
?? Can't help but relax. He still wanted to block the woman, but he took a few steps to the side as if he was out of control of his brain. The magnitude is small, but very noticeable.
The old man¡¯s face was numb. He wiped a face that was mixed with pain and soreness. Tears, blood, and saliva were completely mixed up, smearing the entire face into a weird picture that was difficult to distinguish its original appearance. The mucus dripping from the corners of the mouth hangs down to the chest, connecting into long white slender threads, exuding a disgusting salivation smell.
He bypassed the middle-aged man in front of him and grabbed the hair of the woman who was hurriedly adjusting her clothes. He didn't care about the screams and pleas that burst out from his daughter-in-law's mouth, as if he was dragging a dead dog that had nothing to do with him, offering treasure to him. He threw it heavily at the feet of the warrant officer. He hunched his back and bent his waist as low as possible. In a voice that only the two of them could hear, he gasped and coughed violently and said: "It's you, it's yours." Money, all that. .
All for you. "
Young people value wealth, while old people value the foundation of survival. This point seems to have not changed much whether in the old era or the wasteland.
Property and daughters-in-law can all be exchanged through work.
And once the basis for survival is lost, it means that nothing will exist.
"Exchanging a woman for one's right to live is despicable, shameless, and despicable. But who would do this if they weren't forced into a desperate situation?"
The land outside the city can harvest at least hundreds of kilograms of corn every year. If you add radishes, cabbage, potatoes and other things grown in spring and winter, you can not only eat enough, but the surplus can also be exchanged for a small amount of luxuries such as eggs and butter from the market.
People who have never experienced the wandering life of being hungry and cold in the wilderness will never know the happiness of being able to live and farm freely in a safe and stable environment.
If it were a few years ago, when he and his son were still wandering in the wilderness, the old man would not have cared about the so-called expulsion - they had no basis for survival, no house, no land, and no vision or desire for the future. Day by day, the biggest goal is to find a settlement with abundant water.
The plain outside Yinyue City is extremely rich in groundwater. In order to obtain formal citizen status, the old man can no longer remember how much hardship he had to endure on that piece of land. He went around collecting fertilizers almost as if he was risking his life. A good harvest meant that he had enough to eat. Two years, five years,
As long as you continue like this for ten years, you will be able to obtain a higher level of citizen qualifications. By that time, according to the policy, the available biological resources will be more abundant.
It is impossible for him to give up what he already has, let alone change his current stable life just because of an order. To protect your home, you have to give up something.
Money, if you lose it, you can earn it again¡ª¡ª
As long as you work hard and have a good harvest, you will naturally earn more money from selling in the coming year.
Daughter-in-law, if she dies, she can marry another woman.He has always been a vassal among the refugees in the wilderness. Killing and eating meat, taking turns spending the night with countless men, that is the meaning and value of their existence.
It doesn¡¯t matter if each of these soldiers turns her around several times. If the hole underneath a woman is cleaned, it will be like new again.
The old man bit off his spring and looked at the warrant officer standing in front of him with hope and pity. He was not very clear about the ranks of the city guard officers and soldiers, but he knew very well that now, it was this young man who could decide the future fate of his family.
The Warrant Officer looked at him indifferently, and the edges of his tightly pursed lips slowly revealed a silent smile.
, "There is still one minute and twenty-eight seconds before your final time limit to evacuate the city."
He glanced at the watch on his wrist, and there was undisguised sarcasm and ridicule in his words.
The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and his whole body became stiff. He took a few steps back as if he had lost control, and stubbornly collapsed beside the wall, murmuring and crying: "Get out of here."
Us, where else can we go? "
The warrant officer did not explain. He silently calculated the rhythm of the watch hands moving between the scales, and said coldly: "According to the order of the management committee, those who refuse to leave within the specified time will all be deprived of their current citizen qualifications and reduced to Slave. Where to go, you choose."
, "No, we're not going anywhere -"
The middle-aged man didn¡¯t seem to hear him and burst into a thunderous roar.
Looking at the second hand on the watch that had just passed the prescribed scale, the warrant officer shook his head and sighed softly in a voice that only he could hear: "There is no point in resisting?"@. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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