Shuo Yu glanced back at Fanla and Si La. Their leader was smiling at him. One of his ears was next to Fanla's mouth. Listening to the translation, Fanla also understood what McLuhan said. His expression was as stiff as if two pounds of concrete had been mixed in. His mouth was closed into a tight line, and he refused to say anything else.

"You used your weapons to kill not only the Japanese devils, but also yourselves, Yu."

Shuo Yu looked at those blue eyes, which were tinged with a hint of green under the sunlight. He didn't know why, but he saw the same grief and grievance, unwillingness and heartache in them. He heard his own voice saying,

"Mike, allow me to call you that, my friend. Believe it or not, the things that hurt you are also tormenting my soul. I don't know what to do. I try my best to make sure they have something to eat, because the food assigned to us is often short of weight, and even eating normally is a problem. I can't even imagine letting the army that can't even eat fight! I try my best to keep them clean, but when a round of artillery fire comes, they are lucky to save their lives in my opinion. I cut their hair and change their clothes, just to make them look like human beings..."

"But it's useless for me to suffer alone. In the eyes of our superiors, the people above us, we are just disposable firewood that can be thrown into the flames of war without mercy. So I ask you to stay and help us. You are the most useful among the countless scraps thrown to us."

McLuhan simply looked at Shuoyu and replied, "Your fate is determined by you and how you deal with it. You have no right to ask for help."

Shuo Yu stood in front of their car door, the sun shining on half of his body, making his hair and facial hair sparkle. The rare sunshine on the Yunnan border did not warm his body. His heart gradually sank, as if he had fallen into the icy Northeast in the cold winter, rising and falling, unable to breathe.

Si La Si La on the other end also looked at the two Americans with pleading eyes, begging them to stay. He patted Fan La beside him and asked him not to be stingy with his words, "Give me a favor and translate a few words? Okay?" He just heard Banxian'er talking somewhere, and he didn't know what the American's attitude was?

Fanla glanced at Si La who was beside him and knew nothing. Sometimes not understanding is also a kind of luck. He looked at Ban Xian'er who was standing next to McLuhan's car with a sympathetic look. He wanted to reach out and pull him back, but his hand was slightly raised at the side of his body, and his fingers moved randomly in the air, grabbing at the empty air.

Fanla gave Sila a half-smile and said,

"He just said we stink, and he wants us to take a shower before we fight. See how kind he is?"

He was so annoyed that he couldn't help but be sarcastic. He wanted to rush up and punch that American. He didn't even care about being put in jail.

Shuoyu heard their leader's shouting from behind, asking him to speak nicely, asking them to stay, save them, and beg them. The tone of his voice was like talking to a child. He didn't understand Fanla's translation, he just thought that Banxianer would definitely convince the other party.

"Tell them that we don't know how to fight. We can only fight with all our might. Please, save us, save my regiment and my soldiers."

Si La Si La slapped his chest with his hands, trying hard as if he could not feel the pain. Fan La could not bear it anymore, so he went up and pulled Ban Xian'er down, shouting hysterically at their leader, but it was he who was the one whose voice gradually faded away in the end.

"I've already told you it's useless to beg them. Won't we still be the ones fighting for you when the time comes? If you let me go to the West Coast, I'll go with you. I'll do whatever you ask me to do. I just beg you to stop asking us to beg him, okay..."

Shuo Yu raised his head from his lowered state and looked at their leader. He really didn't know how to respond to McLuhan. He said all that he wanted to say. Looking at those blue eyes, he was afraid that if he continued to speak, he would be convinced by the other party.

"Captain..."

"Why did you come back? Go, beg them, beg them sincerely, and tell them how we fight. We don't know how to fight at all. What kind of war do we know?"

"Fanla, you go!" Shuoyu looked at the little black hand on his wrist and began to sell out his teammates without mercy, ordering Fanla to go ahead. He was afraid that he would surrender soon.

"Why should I go? I'm not going to get scolded." Fanla looked at Banxian'er and started to repay his kindness with hatred, staring at him and said that he would not go.

"Do you still remember that you sold yourself to me? Now is the time to fulfill your duty. Go ahead, I can't argue with him." Shuo Yu pulled his head over and whispered to him, half threatening, half requesting.

"As if you can't win the argument, but I can." Fanla muttered softly. Under the combined efforts of Silasila and Banxianer, he was still sent over.

But when he went over, he first cursed in Chinese, "Fuck you, I really want to beat you up!", but before he could finish, he was hit by a stone behind him. He began to honestly translate what their leader wanted him to say. He heard everything the guy said just now very clearly. He felt that this American was like the stone in the toilet, simply smelly and hard.

Can't be persuaded, won't stay.