When the convoy approached the town, the driver slowed down and stared ahead nervously. The soldiers also picked up their weapons.

This small town is not as beautiful when viewed from a distance. The wooden walls of the houses have changed color due to wind and sun, and even emit a strong and unpleasant smell.

“These Americans are so sloppy…”

Song Tao thought to himself.

The street turned a corner and the car soon drove into the town square. There were people standing on the church steps and in front of a cafe; surprisingly, the cafe was still open.

"Old Louis"

Song Tao looked at the sign of the cafe. There were five or six guests of different ages sitting at the table. The waiter was serving coffee to two of them on a small tray.

"What kind of war is this..."

Song Tao murmured in his heart, this war was so different from what he expected.

On the church steps stood three young girls in brightly coloured skirts and revealing blouses.

T-shirt.

“Wow!”

The driver couldn't help but scream, staring at the girls with his eyes fixed. Most of the other soldiers did the same.

"You can stop here,"

Song Tao said.

"Yes, Captain."

The driver answered; then Song Tao smiled at him.

The driver stopped the car in front of the church and stared at the girls without blinking. One of them was a dark-skinned, slightly fat girl who looked a bit like a Mexican. She was holding a bunch of flowers and giggling. The other two girls followed her and laughed. They all looked curiously at the soldiers in the cars. Of course, the soldiers in the cars were also looking at them.

"Let's go, translator."

Song Tao said this and got out of the car. Li Jie followed him with his camera.

"Hello, girls!"

Song Tao got out of the car and Li Jie followed him with his camera.

"Hello, beautiful girls!"

Walking up to the girls, Song Tao greeted them and carefully took off his helmet.

The giggling girls looked at the short imperial officer. One of them holding flowers said loudly:

“You speak great English!”

Song Tao was so pleased with the flattery of the women that he decided not to ask Li Jie for help, even though Li Jie spoke better English than he did. He asked directly:

"Excuse me, girls, have any troops passed through here recently?"

"No, sir,"

The leading girl smiled as she answered. Her compliment just now seemed to be flirting. "Sir, we are all ordinary people. You won't hurt us, right?"

"We don't want to hurt anyone,"

Song Tao replied.

"Especially such a beautiful young girl."

"Look, listen to what he says!" Li Jie whispered in Mandarin to his comrades behind him.

Song Tao grinned. In this foreign town, in the warm morning light, standing in front of the church, admiring the plump breasts of the girls under their thin short shirts, and flirting with them in a foreign language, how pleasant it was!

When we went out to fight, this kind of thing was absolutely unforeseen.

"It's really hard to imagine,"

The girl smiled slightly.

"Is this what you were taught in military school?"

"After the war," Song Tao said solemnly,

“You can trust us to be true friends of Californians.”

"Oh," said the plump girl.

"Maybe!"

Being stared at by the woman's charming eyes, Song Tao suddenly had a strange idea: to stay in this small town for an hour or so.

"Sir, are there many people like you?"

"It's over tens of millions," said Song Tao.

“Oh my God!”

The girl feigned despair and clapped her hands.

"Then how shall we entertain you? Here,"

She handed him a bouquet of flowers.

"Because you're the first."

He looked at the flower in amazement and took it from her. How humane! How encouraging! ...

How... Li Jie, this guy, oh, he took a photo, isn’t this a photo of the friendly coexistence of the people of Ming and America?

This is the best promotional photo!

"Miss...my English is very poor..."

Because he didn't speak English fluently, Song Tao began to stutter.

"But... Li Jie!"

"What the Captain wants to say is,"

Li Jie, who had already taken a few photos, spoke in fluent English.

"He is grateful and will consider the bouquet of flowers a symbol of our great friendship."

"right."

Song Tao admitted that he envied Li Jie for being able to speak English so fluently, which would definitely come in handy when trying to pick up women.

"Indeed."

"oh!"

The girl cried out.

"He's a captain, an officer!"

Her smile became even brighter as she looked at him, so much so that Song Tao even felt that the girls here were no different from those in Mexico; they were just a group of beautiful, attractive and open-minded women.

At this time, someone came up from behind. Before Song Tao could turn his head, he felt someone knocking on his hand. The knock was not heavy, but it was very sudden. The flowers fell from his hand and scattered on the ground.

An old American man appeared behind him. He was wearing a yellowed shirt, a yellow cowboy hat, a cane and a medal on his chest. He glared at Song Tao angrily.

"Did you do this?"

Song Tao asked.

"I won't talk to the big country devils."

The old man said bluntly.

Song Tao could tell from the guy's posture that the man standing in front of him was a retired officer who was used to giving orders. His wrinkled, weather-beaten face reinforced this impression. The old man turned to the girls.

"Shameless woman!"

He cursed.

"Why don't you just go to bed? Then lift up your skirts and finish your job!"

"snort,"

The leading girl said with a stern face,

"Shut up, Lieutenant. You're not fighting a war right now."

Song Tao felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't know what to do. This kind of situation was not foreseen in military regulations, and he couldn't use force against an old man in his seventies or eighties.

"You bunch of vile women!"

The old man said "Pah" and broke the mouth.

"Give flowers to the imperial devils! They are slaughtering your brothers and sisters, and you are giving them flowers!"

“This is an ordinary soldier.”

The girl retorted,

"They are far away from their families, and they are so young, and they look so handsome in their military uniforms!"

In the old man's eyes, the woman was smiling shamelessly at the invader. When Song Tao and his comrades heard the girl's words, they couldn't help laughing out loud.

"All right, old man,"

Song Tao said.

"I don't have any flowers anymore, so you can go home and continue drinking."

Song Tao put his hand on the old man's shoulder in a friendly manner, but the old man suddenly shook his hand away.

"Don't touch me..."

The old man shouted and stormed across the square.

"Fuck you!"

When the old man passed by the car, Song Tao's driver cursed. The first group of Chinese people crossed the Pacific Ocean to the United States to seek gold. They suffered discrimination from white people.

The old man didn't even look at him and continued shouting.

"American men! American women!" he called out to anyone within earshot as he headed toward a café.

"Now, they have broken into our territory. It's not surprising. We are neither strong nor courageous. When we hear gunshots, we run around in the woods like rabbits. When we see our women smiling, they are ready to sleep with the Ming devils. Our people don't work, pray or fight, they just surrender. They surrender on the front line and in the bedroom..."

"Fuck you!"

Song Tao's driver knew a little French and cursed again. He bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it at the old man. The stone flew past the old man and hit the window of the cafe. There was a sound of broken glass, and everything stopped.

But the old man didn't pay any attention to what was going on around him. He sat down silently, staring at the invaders with a provocative look. He was ready to die. He no longer had the strength to fight, but he still had the courage.

Faced with the provocation, Song Tao was not angry. Facing the old man's gaze, Song Tao picked up the woman.

“Ah…hahaha…”

Amid the woman's screams and laughter, Song Tao picked up the woman and spoke in a provocative tone.

"Haha, not only can we defeat American men on the battlefield, but we will also conquer American women in bed..."