Chapter 1,422 Slave Revolt

In the port area next to the Panama Canal, a train of trucks parked next to the rusty barbed wire fence.

Under the gunpoint of several USN soldiers, scavengers wearing orange prison uniforms, carrying large and small plastic bags, lined up next to the truck to weigh themselves. After weighing them and throwing the bundles of garbage onto the truck, their task for the day was completed.

Before the outbreak of the World War in 2171, the Panama Canal served as the shipping hub for the entire Americas, and the cargo throughput of the river mouth port area was many times higher than that of other ports. Piles of containers are stacked here. From the most basic iron-aluminum ore to high-end large-scale electronic equipment, you can find it here as long as you take the time to look for it.

In the second year after the peace treaty was signed, Panama was designated a special zone by NATO. The then captain of the USS Obama, on orders from the NATO authorities, transferred a group of survivors from Washington, New York, Boston and other places and arrived here. This was the predecessor of the American Renaissance Organization.

Later, the colonial ship set sail, the World Government was declared disbanded, and the officers of the USS Obama aircraft carrier battle group decided to restore the American Federation. Ships in the entire Panama Zone were mobilized, and everyone moved to the fleet. And this port filled with containers has become their material supply base.

Of course, these Americans can't pick up trash themselves.

Since they hold high the banner of reviving the United States, those Central and South American survivors are their natural labor force. It's even better now. Since Congress issued the war order against NAC, the 3,000 Chinese colonists captured from the outpost towns and more than 30,000 West Coast Aboriginals have directly expanded the size of their labor force at the Panama base by a full ten times. .

In order to manage the excess labor force, they even sent half a brigade of troops here. At the same time, they promised those North American prisoners of war that as long as they were obedient enough, they would have the opportunity to redeem themselves and become a glorious overseer.

After the trailer was filled, the truck drove onto the highway and headed towards the base ten kilometers away.

The slaves who had previously entered the port area were rushed aside by soldiers wearing chemical protective suits to undergo radiation and virus inspections. After confirming that there are no problems, these slaves will be given a nutritional mixture. As for how much is packed into the nutritional mix, it all depends on the mood of these Americans.

Herbert, with his rifle hanging on his chest and wearing a desert-colored camouflage exoskeleton, couldn't help but exclaimed while flipping through the statistics book in his hand.

"Seventeen tons... Shet, these yellow-skinned monkeys look very skinny, but they work quite neatly."

"Why didn't those idiots in Congress take action earlier?" Jeff, who was standing next to him, grinned and cursed with a smile, "Damn it, if I had known they were so good at work, we could have gone to the other side of the Pacific to capture more slaves. Come back, I heard there are many of them anyway.”

"Haha, you can go and apply to Congress." Herbert joked.

"I'll go there when I get the rank of captain...what is that?" Halfway through his words, Jeff suddenly stopped talking and looked towards the horizon.

Outside the mouth of the canal, where the sea and the sky meet, a black spot suddenly appeared in their sight.

Squinting his eyes, Jeff took two steps forward, trying to see more clearly. Herbert, who was standing beside him as the narrator, also noticed the situation in the distance. He frowned and touched his chest, preparing to take out the telescope and take a look. However, it was then that he discovered that he did not bring the telescope with him when he went on the mission.

"Old Wu, do you think the Marshal will come for us?" Yu Buwei lifted up his clothes and wiped the sweat from his face, and a trace of sadness appeared on his eyebrows.

Americans are giving less and less nutritional supplements. From the beginning, they could barely eat enough, but now they can barely even eat half full. There are still 500 kilograms of tasks to be completed in the afternoon. If this continues, he doesn't know how long he can survive.

"Is there any need to ask?" the man known as Lao Wu replied puzzledly, looking at the several USN soldiers standing in the open space, his eyes shining with hatred, and at the same time there was a flash of stubborn pride.

"When has the marshal ever suffered from outsiders? Let alone these white-skinned ghosts."

The empty tube of the nutritional mixture was inserted into the ground, like holding a dagger, and he held it tightly. Wang Fucheng, who was sitting next to him, didn't know what he was thinking. Unlike these ordinary colonists, he was a soldier of the colony.

If the bullet that penetrated the exoskeleton hadn't lodged in his ribs, he would have died in Outpost. The fact that I can save my life now is all because of good luck.

He thought about avenging his dead comrades all the time, and led the Chinese survivors in Panama to rise up. However, the equipment of these Americans was too powerful. The last time someone took the lead in making trouble in the concentration camp, he was arrested before the trouble started. The patrol drone was killed.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that there was a looming black spot floating on the horizon outside.

His brows furrowed slightly, and just when he wanted to take a closer look, his pupils suddenly dilated, and there was a hint of ecstasy.

A name suddenly appeared in his mind.

NAC's expeditionary force!

The black spot was getting closer, but to people in the port area, it was still far away and blurry.

The slaves sitting in the corner biting the nutritional mixture also began to notice the situation on the horizon. They stretched their necks and pointed in the direction of the sea level. He wanted to stand up, but because of the gun pointed at him, he finally gave up.

"Shet, what the hell is going on with that thing!" Jeff cursed and turned anxiously to look at Herbert, "We must report the situation to the base."

"Calm down, my friend," Herbert tried his best to comfort him and said, "If something really happens, the people at the base must have known about it. Don't forget, radar can see farther than our eyes. many!"

"That's what I'm saying... What are you doing over there!"

Without any warning, the Chinese slave who was squatting on the ground suddenly exploded.

While the USN soldier next to him was attracted by the black shadow on the horizon, Wang Fucheng hooked his neck with one hand, took out the dagger hanging on his shoulder with one hand, and stabbed it fiercely towards the collar. Go.

"Kaka-!"

The blood spurt drowned out the miserable howl, and Wang Fucheng successfully snatched the rifle from his hand.

Seeing his comrades killed in battle, without saying a word, Jeff picked up the rifle hanging on his chest and shot the slave who suddenly rebelled with a hail of bullets. He didn't hit Wang Fucheng, but he killed and wounded the slave squatting next to him.

Seeing the killing, the slaves squatting on the ground became a mess. Some stood up and turned around to run away, while some were brave enough to take advantage of the chaos and snatch the weapons from the soldiers' hands. There are not only Chinese survivors here, but also those South Americans.

After hiding behind the bunker, Wang Fucheng fired several shots at the USN soldiers. Seeing the chaos, he raised his voice and roared at the slaves in his non-standard English.

"Chinese brothers! Comrades who suffered in South America! All enslaved people! The NAC expeditionary force is there. In less than half an hour, those scum will be crushed under their feet by our power armor! Before being rescued, At least stand up and show our marshal that we still have the courage to be saved!"