National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

The vicious group walked out of the hall and headed towards the front door, apparently intending to leave.

Before leaving, Zhang Yang also caught a glimpse of the only vehicle outside the camp gate.

It was an old pickup truck, but the sharp-eyed Zhang Yang found something unusual.

"Notel T1?"

Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes slightly. The model of this pickup truck was very similar to the Nottel T1 in the dark zone in his previous life!

Does this mean that the land under our feet has some connection with Carmona?

"What are you looking at? Get back to work!" The supervisor at the side saw Zhang Yang stop and urged him impatiently.

Under the scorching sun, Zhang Yang and a group of slave laborers were carrying cement bags continuously.

During the transportation process, anyone who moves slowly or dares to stop to rest will be whipped hard.

It was fine at the beginning, but around noon, Zhang Yang could no longer hold on.

He had been participating in a high-intensity battle on TV and hadn't eaten anything until now.

Not to mention starving to death, I would die of thirst.

But is there clean water to drink here?

Obviously not.

"Zhang Qi, South Wall. I wonder where you are... and how you are doing."

Zhang Yang looked up at the sky and began to yearn for the world outside the wall.

huhu——

"It's break time! Go line up for your meal!"

As the whistle sounded in the watchtower, the supervisor next to him put away his whip.

A large number of slaves rushed towards the kitchen in the distance like crazy and lined up in front of the kitchen door.

"Finally, I have food to eat." Zhang Yang was almost starving to death. Hearing that he could eat, he finally perked up a bit.

"That's right, I look forward to this meal all day."

Ken and Cooper were also extremely hungry. The two of them stood at the back of a long line, both of them hungry.

"How is the food here?" Zhang Yang asked the key question.

"It's edible." Ken Cooper seemed a little confused, maybe he had heatstroke.

"What do you mean by edible... If you really mean edible, some people eat grass roots too."

Zhang Yang thought of some revolutionary martyrs in his previous life who ate wild vegetables and grass roots when food was scarce.

The range of what you can eat is definitely large enough.

After waiting in line for who knows how long, it was finally the turn of Cohenkubo who was in front of Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang stood behind him and saw their meals for the day.

In a large iron pot, unknown black meat and vegetable leaves that looked extremely bad were stewed.

Zhang Yang looked through the display window next to him and saw the raw materials in the big pot.

On the chopping board were dirty rat carcasses and piles of rotten vegetable leaves!

"I..." Zhang Yang almost vomited, but Ken Kubo chuckled.

"It's good to have both meat and vegetables."

Seeing Ken Kubo's hungry eyes, Zhang Yang knew that he would become like that soon.

Is that human being?

There’s an egg in this meal!

But if I don’t eat, I won’t have the energy to rebel.

Zhang Yang inadvertently caught a glimpse of a slave laborer next to him.

He had already finished his portion for the day, but it still didn't seem enough.

He actually pulled the cotton out of his clothes and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this moment, Zhang Yang finally understood why most of the slave laborers were half-naked.

The slave ate while shedding tears, and a clear white streak was evident on his cheek where the tears ran down his cheek.

Zhang Yang saw this scene and kept it in mind.

He vowed to rebel and use his utmost strength to turn this place upside down!

After Ken Kubo finished his bowl, it was Zhang Yang's turn.

There was very little food left in the big iron pot. Rotten vegetable leaves were floating on the surface of the pot, and a few mosquitoes were flying around aimlessly above it.

Zhang Yang held the bowl with both hands and quickly poured a piece of rat meat and two rotten leaves into it.

A full bowl contains only these things, and the rest is soup with a strange smell.

Zhang Yang frowned subconsciously when he smelled it, then he made up his mind and put the food in the bowl to his lips.

Fortunately, the soup was still hot. This was Zhang Yang’s first meal since coming to this world.

I don’t know where the rotten rat meat came from, it’s so sticky and makes me feel sick.

Zhang Yang chewed the meat and vegetable leaves together before he could swallow them with difficulty.

It's worthy of being Camp Kro. It would be strange if I could feel full after eating this bowl of soup!

Zhang Yang pinched his nose, suppressed his nausea, and finished eating in one go.

But my stomach was still rumbling, not even three-quarters full!

"I am so inhumane."

Zhang Yang looked at the building in the distance. The second floor of the building was obviously a restaurant, and the sound of people drinking and laughing could be heard from time to time.

If you get closer you can smell the aroma of meat, it seems like roast chicken!

Gulu.

Zhang Yang swallowed his saliva, and the will to rebel in his heart became stronger.

"Cherish your rest time now. You will be more tired in the afternoon and have to work until dark."

Cohenkubo also finished eating and sat down next to Zhang Yang.

He had a dull expression and was too lazy to drive away even a mosquito that landed on his arm.

"How long is the lunch break?"

"Including meals... about 30 minutes." Cohenkubo noticed the mosquito and waved his arms in front of his eyes.

"Only 30 minutes including meals?" Zhang Yang was really surprised. It turned out that he could only rest for 30 minutes from dawn to dusk!

No wonder the slave laborers looked like dead people.

It is indeed a miracle to be alive!

Rebellion must be put on the agenda, and Zhang Yang decided to use today to observe every corner of the entire camp.

huhu——

After a while, a whistle was heard and Zhang Yang looked up at the watchtower.

There are three watchtowers in total, each guarded by one person.

If there is any disturbance in the camp, it can be seen clearly from the sentry tower, and the enemy can be shot at any time without blind spots.

If there is to be a rebellion, the people in the watchtower must be eliminated first.

……

The afternoon work started soon. In order to have a more comprehensive observation of the camp environment, Zhang Yang sneaked into the wall-building group to work while the guards were not paying attention.

They are building defensive fortifications on the southwest side of the camp, and it looks like they are going to build a bunker-like building.

Zhang Yang followed the example of the slave worker next to him and poured water and powder in proportion and started to mix the mud.

Soon, a slave worker in the wall-building team attracted Zhang Yang's attention.

Under the scorching sun, he seemed like the only living person among a group of dead people, calm and focused.

He picked up a brick skillfully and gently slid the trowel along the edge of the brick.

Precisely trim the right angles and shapes, with smooth movements and no deviation.

Then, he scooped up a ball of fine mud with the trowel and applied it evenly on the back of the bricks and tiles. Under his operation, the mud was applied smoothly, neither too much nor too little.

When he placed the bricks and tiles on the wall, he quickly ran the trowel around the edges to remove the excess mud and make the bricks and tiles fit perfectly against the wall.

Every movement is just right, with the strength and measure controlled extremely accurately.

The slave worker sometimes bent over, sometimes stood up, the trowel flipped and flew in his hands, and that skillful posture seemed to have been repeated thousands of times.

"Brother, you have something." Zhang Yang was full of admiration and couldn't help but praise him.

"Thank you." The slave smiled and seemed very satisfied with his work.

"But I don't understand why you work so hard. You should know that none of them are good people."

While speaking, Zhang Yang looked around and made sure that the guard was not looking at him, then spoke in a low voice.