Chapter 1421 - Slave Revolt (2/2)

Wang Fucheng inserted the empty tube of the nutrient supply on the ground. As if he was holding a dagger, he grasped the tube tightly and seemed to be deep in thought. Unlike these colonists, he was a soldier in the colony.

Had it not been for the fact that the bullet, which penetrated the kinetic skeleton, got stuck in his ribs, he would have died in Outpost Town. The reason why he survived was all because of luck.

He had been thinking of revenging his dead comrades every single second. He thought about revolting with the Chinese survivors in Panama, but these Americans were well equipped. Last time, someone started a riot in the concentration camp, but before the riot spread, he was killed by a patrolling drone.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed the black spot that loomed on the horizon.

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

A name suddenly came to his mind.

NAC Expeditionary Force!

The black spot was gradually approaching them, but for the people in the port area, it still looked blurry because of the distance.

The slaves that sat in the corner, biting on the nutrient supply also began to notice the situation on the horizon. They stretched their necks forward and looked to the horizon. They wanted to stand up, but because of the guns pointed at them, they were forced to remain seated.

“Sh*t, what’s the matter with that thing!” Jeff cursed out, turned around anxiously, and looked to Herbert, “We must report the situation to the base.”

“Calm down, my friend,” Herbert tried to reassure him, “If something really happened, the people at the base must already know. Don’t forget, the radar can see farther than our eyes!”

“Well, that does make sense… the person over there, what are you doing!”

Without any warning, a Chinese slave who had been squatting on the ground suddenly got up.

Taking advantage of the fact that the USN soldier next to him was distracted by the black dot on the horizon, Wang Fucheng hooked the soldier’s neck with one hand, and with his other hand, he grabbed the dagger on his shoulder and stabbed down.

“AHHHHHHH!”

The sound of the gushing blood drowned the tragic howl, and Wang Fucheng successfully snatched the rifle in his hand.

When Jeff saw the death of his comrade, he immediately grabbed his rifle and fired at the rebelling slave. But he didn’t manage to hit Wang Fucheng, instead, he killed and injured the slave next to Wang Fucheng.

When the slaves on the ground saw the murder take place. Some stood up and fled, some brave ones grabbed weapons from the soldiers’ hands. There were not only Chinese survivors that joined the riot, but also South American survivors.

Wang Fucheng hid behind cover, fired a few shots at the USN soldiers. When the situation turned more chaotic, he roared at the top of his lung in his broken English to the slaves.

“Chinese Brothers! Comrades from South America! All the enslaved people! The NAC Expeditionary Force is here, and within half an hour, these fools will be crushed by the soles of our power armors! Before being rescued, we must stand up and show our General that we still have the courage worthy to be saved!”