New Ming Empire mixed in America

After hiding in a large pit full of oil for several hours, the old cowboy carefully climbed out.

Fortunately, not much oil seeped out, otherwise he might not have been able to get out.

Walk back to the camp, find a few barely wearable clothes among the ruins that have not been completely burned, and change into them.

"They're all idiots, a bunch of Fake idiots!"

Cursing, they came to the small river where they once dreamed of panning aluminum, and the old cowboy began to clean up the oil stains on his body.

"Hey, there's a bath here..."

Just as the old cowboy was cleaning himself up, a loud whistle came from behind him.

The old cowboy's body trembled, and then he raised his hands decisively. He did not try to pick up the rifle placed aside, but slowly turned around.

"I'm just an ordinary person. God said we all have the right to live..."

The old cowboy couldn't finish his words halfway because what appeared in front of him was a group of white people like him.

But the neat and uniform clothes on the other party made his mind unable to react.

"You...you are California militia?"

The old cowboy asked hesitantly, but then the idea was rejected by himself.

Are there any militias in California now? Those militiamen were all wiped out near Oakland some time ago.

"We are not the California militia. Do you see this badge?"

The leading young man pointed to an umbrella-shaped badge on his chest and said to the old cowboy:

"We are the umbrella youth group of the Xinming Empire."

After saying this proudly, the leading young man waved to the old cowboy.

"Today is your lucky day. The hospital in Yingtianfu happens to be short of some assistants to participate in the experiment, so it's decided that it's you!"

That's right, these young people who were exceptionally selected from the Foxconn-affiliated college to the Umbrella Youth League followed the National Defense Forces to select "volunteers" for the hospital.

Of course, most of the ones they picked were corpses that could no longer speak, but occasionally they would encounter some injured 'volunteers' who pretended to be dead; for these guys, the Umbrella Youth would not dislike the lack of people.

After the old cowboys were tied up with zip ties by the Umbrella Youth, these young white men began to continue on their way.

The old cowboy also enjoyed the treatment of a carriage - he stayed with the corpses and was placed on a cargo carriage covered with transparent plastic sheeting.

"Where are you taking me?"

The old cowboy was eager to know the fate he was about to face, so he planned to trick the three young men in charge of his carriage into telling him something.

"Go to the hospital in Yingtianfu, and you will have the honor to become a person who contributes to the empire's medical cause."

"Yes, President Li said that everyone is born with value, but we just don't use them in the right place."

"I think he should be proud of his next destiny. President Li said that you should be proud of dedicating everything to the empire!"

...

Listening to these young people talking about Yuan Yuan Li on the left and Yuan Yuan Li on the right, the old cowboy felt that there was something wrong with the minds of these young people.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, he simply sat in the carriage with peace of mind and contemplated his next fate.

This cargo carriage picked up three more corpses and two seriously injured people along the way, and then followed the other carriages towards Yingtian Mansion.

After passing several checkpoints and a barbed wire fence, the carriage finally entered the area of ​​Yingtian Mansion.

The old cowboy's eyes almost popped out of his sockets at this time. The brown-black asphalt road in the distance was so clean that there seemed to be no trace of dust.

At this time, the carriage slowly stopped, and the young man driving in front jumped out of the driving position, pulled out a bag from under the seat and put it on the horse's butt.

Observing the confusion in the old cowboy's eyes, the young white man smiled and said, "This is to prevent horses from excreting randomly. Yingtian Mansion will not allow a thick layer of horse manure to appear on the highway."

"Haha, do you think this is a dirty city where white people live?"

"That's right, President Li once said..."

Although what the young people said was a bit confusing, the old cowboy figured out what the horse manure bag was for.

Ignoring those young white men who spoke about you white people and shut up about President Li, the old cowboy sat in the carriage and observed this special city.

I say this place is special because the first impression this city gives people is that it is clean and tidy.

All the buildings are symmetrical, and the streets are straight and you can see the end at a glance.

"This is the inside of Yingtian Mansion. If we hadn't taken you with us, you might not have been able to get in for the rest of your life. You would have had to stay outside the barbed wire fence in the port area with those white people."

The young man driving the car was like an annoying gossip, and so were the remaining two young men. His words were full of pride and contempt for white people.

"That's enough. You are white too. Can you please stop talking about all of you whites?"

One of the wounded men finally couldn't stand the chatter of the three young men sitting in front and chose to explode.

"Don't compare us with white people like you, we are members of the Umbrella Youth League!"

As if his tail had been stepped on, a young white man turned back and stared at the wounded man fiercely and continued:

"Are you blind? I often expose my skin to the sun. Can't you see that my skin has turned a little yellow now?"

The remaining two white youths also echoed:

"If President Li hadn't said, 'Everyone has faults, and we should tolerate their ignorance,' I would have blown your head off with my fist!"

"That's right, we are not white people, we are egg people with white skin and yellow hearts!"

The wounded man who had his face sprayed with saliva rolled his eyes and fainted, not knowing whether he was angry or in pain.

Soon, the carriage arrived at its destination, a hospital built next to a cemetery.

The carriage did not enter through the gate, but through the side entrance. If the old cowboy knew Chinese, he would definitely recognize what was written on the sign hanging on the gate.

'Xin Ming Medical Research Institute - Material Storage Place';

After the carriage stopped, two tall Asian security guards with guns came over and stretched out their hands to pull the old cowboy out of the carriage.

The old cowboy discovered for the first time that a person's arms could be so thick.

Look at the miners who have been working all year round. Due to malnutrition, their thighs are not as thick as other people's arms.

"Your class picked it up today, and happened to be operating with the National Defense Forces."

The security guard pulled the old cowboy and another wounded man who could still walk out of the carriage, while the wounded man who had fainted just now and the corpses were carried into a house marked as a cold storage.

The white youths just watched quietly, with no intention of reminding the security guards that there was a seriously injured person among the corpses.

"Let's go and treat your injuries first. When you get better, you can become an experimental assistant here!"

A young man from the Umbrella Youth League smiled and made an invitation gesture. The old cowboy nodded and helped the wounded man who could still walk into this office building that only had three floors but covered a large area...

Of course, not everyone was as lucky as the old cowboy in this operation to clean up the miners.

Just like Valk now, one of his legs was shot through by a bullet. With his tenacious will, he gritted his teeth and escaped the pursuit of the Orientals, and ran into the Nevada Mountains on horseback.

Just when Valk lay dizzy on the horse's back, relying entirely on the horse to move forward on its own.

Two white men emerged from the road ahead. Valk immediately raised the gun tied to his hands.

"Hey brother, don't get excited, we are not Orientals!"

One of the white men raised his hands and shook them to show that he meant no harm, then came over to help Valk and put him down from the horse.

"You are really hardworking, you can run so far even if you tie yourself to a horse!"

"The wound is oozing some pus. Get some gunpowder quickly!"

Valk could vaguely see the white man who had stopped him slash his pants with a knife.

"Don't pour gunpowder directly on the wound. Clean the wound with light salt water first."

Later, Valk's unconscious head became slightly more awake due to the severe pain in his leg, and he said weakly:

"Thank you...my name is Valk...thank you for saving me..."

After hearing Valk's words, the white man who was treating his wounds raised his head, smiled, and responded enthusiastically:

"We are all white, so there is no need to thank you. By the way, my name is little Joseph..."