According to the regulatory regulations, all prisoners on the 73rd labor reform farm can only get the minimum food and water. Their food and beverage types are very monotonous. In addition to steamed buns made of thick bran, corn flour and brown rice, the meal is only a bowl of oil-free and light hot water. As for the dishes, salt is often mixed with grass roots in summer, and salty radish tassels in winter.

Only during the Chinese New Year and the holidays will you see a large pot of boiled cabbage with oily flowers floating on the prisoner's table, next to it is a bowl of soy sauce used as dipping sauce.

In the northwest, the supply situation of the Red Republican Army has always been much worse than Lin Xiang imagined. Due to insufficient arable land, crop planting can only rely entirely on soilless cultivation in the form of indoor pot troughs. Despite this, due to electricity restrictions, scale cannot be formed. The grain produced must first meet the military and state-owned enterprise personnel. For a long time, the Red Republican Army has implemented a rationing system in all ruling areas to maximize the concentration of various agricultural products.

However, this does not mean that the situation of the army that is receiving key supply is good. In fact, except for the regular combat troops, the rest of the reserve troops, along with the second armament system personnel such as the police, the safety supervision, etc., only about one kilogram of mixed noodles and dried cakes per day. This kind of thing, like the prison grains of the 73rd labor reform farm, is made of corn flour, brown rice, etc. The only difference is that the ingredients of rough bran or rice bran are eliminated, and a certain amount of salt, sugar, animal fat and soybeans are added.

The moment the nuclear missile landed overhead, Lin Xiang had lost the connection with the world. He didn't know how the Republic preserved its power from the war, and continued to move westward. He didn't know what kind of story happened. However, the longer he stayed on the 73rd Labor Farm and the longer he had contact with the Republican Army, he could always deeply understand the huge gap between the Red Republican Army and the Skeleton Knights.

Regardless of who can represent justice or evil, the Red Republican Army is at a disadvantage in terms of material supply and actual control areas alone.

The northwest desert is barren and vast. Although it also masters the technology of synthetic life form replication, the Republican Army does not have enough resources to create a large number of troops, and it is even more impossible to achieve absolute defense against all regions in the jurisdiction. They can only rely on the main resource and property, and then form medium and small settlements as logistical support, gradually spreading outward. From the map, although the external warning line is long, the actual soil does not have much defensive value. The only function is to restrict the infiltration of refugees and spies from the outside from the inside. Only on the part that borders the Skeleton Knights or the "Sword of God" on the east and west sides will a large number of regular troops be assigned.

The radiation-filled wasteland caused most of the precision electronic equipment left over from the old era to lose its function. No matter whether they fight against any force, the soil still relies on the semi-primitive infantry charge to a large extent. The role of tanks and aircraft is completely weakened. When the battlefield automatic observer and high-altitude imaging system are in a snowflake, bombs or fire can only be relied on the pilot's skill in operating the machinery itself, as well as the control of the sensitive mind, visual observation, distance and operation. This is equivalent to returning to the Second World War in human history, when guns and cannons became the key to the outcome. Of course, they are also more powerful than ordinary people, and their physical genetic status has far exceeded that of normal people.

Like all prisons under the Republican Army, in addition to imprisoning prisoners, the purpose of the seventy-three labor reform farms is to provide food to the troops stationed in the surrounding areas. This is also the responsibility of Kong Biao as the warden.

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The scorching sun shone directly from the head, roasting the entire wilderness into a hot sea full of invisible flames. Occasionally, the wind passes by, and can only stroke layers of movement on the surface of the uneven grass. Only in this case can we see half buried in the middle of the sand and stones through the shrubs, and we don’t know whether it is the residual bones of humans or some kind of animal.

With the location of the seventy-three labor reform farms as the core, more than five prisoners were divided into dozens of search teams, traveling back and forth in the vast and desolate fields, using each hundred people.

All prisoners held simple weapons - Xiao-Xiao-mam wooden sticks, stones, shovels or hoes. About 100 meters behind them were parked about twenty military trucks. Organic guns were installed around the roof and carriages. With them as a support, hundreds of fully armed Republican soldiers formed independent surveillance whistles, surrounding all prisoners. Looking down from the air, it was an irregular circle with no actual lines and consisting of two different styles of clothing, with asymmetric appearance and volume.

At the top of the prison guard tower two kilometers away, Kong Biao stood behind the shooting position equipped with iron railings, holding a tactical telescope in his hand and silently staring at the prisoners wandering back and forth in the wilderness in the distance. After a long time, he slowly put down the telescope and sprayed a cold snorkeling from his nostrils with obvious disdain and anger.

Deputy Warden Lin Xiang's hand was stretched longer and longer.

This bastard is breaking the rules he set on the 73rd labor reform farm one after another.

The weekly flag-raising ceremony was just the beginning. He even asked the prisoners to learn the speeches and "quotations" of the great leaders on time, and to write down everyone's learning experiences and experiences.

These things have never happened in the history of the 73th Labor Reform Farm. As a political supervisor, Kong Biao certainly understood the weight and importance of political learning, but among all the prisons of the Red Republican Army, there were no such management regulations that required prisoners to study the "Leader Quotes". The reason is very simple - almost no one can leave the prison alive, whether it is a serious criminal who is guilty or a supervised person who is summarized as a "political prisoner", as long as he comes in, he will die and have a way out.

In Kong Biao's opinion, it is simply redundant to let the dying person learn the "Quotes" and transform the brain of a dying person.

However, he could not stop Lin Xiang - no one could stop the sacred glory of the great leader, and as long as the leader said it is always correct. The "Leader Quotes" only guides the world's most advanced, most typical, and can never be copied by others. In this case, any obstruction or doubt is to oppose the revolution, and declare war on the people.

Moreover, Lin Xiang has enough reason to say about these seemingly meaningless things. "The great leader said that we must unite all objects that can be united. Even in the hostile camp, we must treat the people of every different class separately. Capitalist society and imperialist world also have workers and poor people who live at the bottom of society and cannot get food and clothing, hunger and cold. Even comrades who have made mistakes within us must do their best to save them. As long as we recognize our mistakes and firmly draw a line with corrupt elements and reactionaries, they will still be resolutely revolutionaries. "

The "Quotes of Leaders" are the ideological guidance of the Red Republican Army, and its status is even above the law. Even when making decisions on cases and major matters, the "Quotes" must usually be used as a credential.

Kong Biao could only watch Lin Xiang change the current situation of the 73rd labor reform farm bit by bit.

Prison is a prison that should not have any political atmosphere. The only value of prisoners is serving sentences and death. Only numb and stupid copyists will think of the act of relying on learning and rituals to seek credit from the superiors. But then again, """" This bastard named Lin Xiang cannot be regarded as a real human being.

Thinking of this, Kong Biao's heart, filled with hatred, finally found a little balance that could be used as comfort.

In the distance, prisoners in the wilderness were still busy.

In fact, it is not just Kong Biao, but Lin Xiang is a bold figure in the eyes of any Red Republican prison guard.

The result of the case review was that all prisoners in the 73 labor reform farms were divided into levels one to five according to their own crimes. Among them, the first type of prisoners were murderers and rapes, which are never forgiven. The second to fifth type of prisoners were reduced in order to pass the crimes of political opinion. The most serious crimes should be related to political opinions, because life forced to commit crimes such as theft, robbery, etc., and the amount and quantity of physical objects were not large. In view of the insufficient number of actual guards in the labor reform farms, Lin Xiang adopted a system of surveillance of serious crimes with minor offenders and selecting the captains of the detention area from the fifth level.

This is not a meaningless superficial work. Only under such layers of supervision and mutual dependence, Lin Xiang dares to release all prisoners from the cell and send them to simple weapons.

The best way to change the current situation of insufficient food is to find new food sources.

This desert is not a dead place. Below the dunes, there are a large number of gerbils living.

Like the giant rats commonly found in the southern wilderness, this is also a mutant species that evolved from rats in the old era. Adult gerbils are about thirty to forty centimeters long and weigh about five kilograms. They feed on plant stems and leaves, and are not as large as giant rats. In winter, they occasionally attack other animals to feed. These guys eat almost everything, and even hard bones are dragged into caves as food, and slowly gnaw with thick, long and hard incisors.

Summer is not a normal hunting season.

But the hungry people can no longer care about that. The prisoners of the 73rd labor reform farm have an extremely strong interest in hunting gerbils. They run back and forth in the wilderness, shouting excitedly, digging out the soil with shovels and hoes, and searching wildly for every area where gerbils may exist.

The wisdom of the people is infinite. The prisoners blocked most of the underground caves they found, leaving only a few heavily guarded exits. Dig deep, dig up the entrance, ignite dead grass mixed with some wet mud, and poured thick ash smoke into the inside of the cave. Next to it, dozens of empty iron cans were connected by ropes, dragged with wooden sticks, dragged "ding" on the stones and the ground, making a deafening noise. Gerbils could not bear this extremely terrible torture, and rushed out of the hidden crypt, but were beaten to death by the prisoners waiting at the exit. Even if occasionally a few lucky signs rushed out of the crowd, the prisoners waiting nearby rushed forward, smashing these little things that were full of despair and screaming "squeaking" to death.

The armed soldiers were waiting on the periphery of the prisoners. They did not join the hunt, but just stared at every moment they were watching with curious and vigilant eyes. However, this activity was equally attractive to them. Especially when they watched fat gerbils gather from all directions and were thrown into the carriage, their stereotyped and cold faces would inevitably reveal a faint smile.

As a result of a busy month, more than 30,000 gerbils were hunted in total. For the vast desert, the hunting area is only a very tiny part. The strong fertility has given the gerbil population an amazing reproductive speed.

At most, they only need two to three mu. They will reappear in the wilderness that has been hunted.

Cleaning is a very tedious process.

The water extracted from the underground river rinsed the hunted gerbils. The internal organs were buried around the farm and became the best improved medium for the sand. After a few days, the vast field of the 73rd Labor Reform Farm was filled with washed and recorded rat meat. They looked very white and the flesh was very tender, showing a slightly transparent feeling in the sun.

According to Lin Xiang's order, except for two thousand gerbils left to be eaten as prisoners and supervisors, the remaining rat meat was dried with salt and made into cured meat, and uniformly handed over to the nearest military supply station.

When the truck loaded with rat meat slowly drove into the gate of the military station, except for surprise and ecstasy, everyone's emotions reached an indescribable peak of boiling in an instant.

For a long time, the Western Army Station has been a material supply point for the surrounding troops. Apart from the rations from major cities such as Xinjing, there is no second channel for meat to be obtained.

Hunting gerbils was not actually the first to Lin Xiang. In fact, many military garrisons within the control of the Republican Army will organize hunting teams to increase food supply varieties by using Dawn God's hands. However, this is the first time that prisons like the Seventy-Three Labor Reform Farm that send a large amount of meat to prisons is in the northwest and even the entire Republican Army.

This is a very simple move. However, its significance is very important.

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A convoy painted with gray-yellow desert camouflage on the list passed the sand dunes and drove into the open iron door of the seventy-three labor reform farm.

Dozens of prison officials stood on both sides of the road waiting to greet him. At the head of the team, Lin Xiang and Kong Biao stood on the left and right. They stood straight like two javelins firmly nailed to the ground.

Yifeng, wearing the uniform of a black lieutenant general, got off a heavy off-road vehicle in the middle. He kept a faint smile on his face and shook hands affectionately with everyone. Especially when passing by Lin Xiang, he unexpectedly reached out and patted his right arm. This obviously intimate behavior has an self-evident hint in the eyes of all the welcome personnel. People's eyes turned quickly towards Lin Xiang, and gradually increased the elements of envy and pursuit.

Kong Biao also had a smile on his face. However, no one could see clearly the depths of those black eyes. The Yin Po Dao divine hand hit the Yin and emitted hatred and jealous gazes.

The welcome ceremony did not last long. There were no need for too many false statements on the scene between the political and supervisory committee members. After a simple chirping and greetings, Director Yifeng and Lin Xiang walked into the main meeting on the third floor of the prison, and dozens of black-clothed guards who arrived quickly formed a warning around the room.

The room was empty, with only a set of alloy tables and chairs.

Yifeng walked to the back of the desk and sat down, took off his military cap, reached out to dust the dust on the surface. After a few minutes, he raised his head and looked at Lin Xiang, who was sitting upright opposite him, pulled open his briefcase, took out a document, and placed it gently on the tabletop.

"Look at it for yourself!"

This is a report. The format is completely in line with the reporting model stipulated by the Political Supervision Committee. It lists in detail Lin Xiang’s various actions at the 73rd Labor Reform Farm, marked with accurate time, place, number of participants, and various doubts. In the "Reporter" column at the end of the document, the two words "Kong Biao" are written in neat handwriting.

"Illegal gatherings, gathering people for private purposes, organizing prisoners to learn without permission, and distributing weapons for hunting." "Haha! It is indeed shocking to do so many things in just over a month."

The Director of Political Supervision moved his body, leaned forward and half lying on the table, holding each other with his hands, staring at Lin Xiang with his eyes brightly, and said, "I hope that a reasonable explanation can be obtained."

Slowly closing the documents in his hand, Lin Xiang did not answer the question directly. He sat upright, remained silent for a few minutes, and said calmly: "I just did what a political and supervisory committee member should do."

Yifeng smiled faintly: "Illegal gatherings are prohibited, but you organized all prisoners to hold a flag-raising ceremony?"

"Except for the repetition of being admitted to the criminals who have been seized for life, the rest of the people have citizenship. Raising the flag at a fixed time will help enhance their patriotic beliefs." Lin Xiang's answer is neither humble nor arrogant.

"What about political studies? Do you think it is necessary for a group of dead prisoners?" The political supervisor continued to ask.
Chapter completed!