"Bullshit, these are all from the Banxian!" Fanla covered his fingers and exhaled secretly, sitting on the chair next to the table, saying unconvincedly,
Si La Si La's pride did not last long. He stood there, hands on his hips, looking at the guys in the room whom he trusted the most. Looking at their faces, Shuo Yu felt that he really did not understand why Si La Si La was dead. He was just very slow sometimes.
"What do they mean? The house has been prepared for them, why do they insist on living in a tent?" Silasila sat on the table in the middle of the room with a depressed look on his face and said,
"Hey, my dear captain, don't think that just because I, your adjutant, know a few words of foreign language, I can understand what this foreigner is thinking. I don't have that much ability~!" Fanla said bluntly,
"Well, maybe they just like living in tents? Don't look at me, I really can't read minds, Captain." Shuo Yu looked at Si La Si La, he thought maybe he knew why, but he was not sure if it was what he thought in his heart.
Dead, dead, in the end I could only stare at Gou Rou, dejected, and opened a pack of compressed biscuits and started eating.
"I'm not really insulting you, but I really think you've taken the wrong medicine." Fanla looked at Si La's face, his smile wouldn't disappear, it would just shift. Seeing their regimental commander suffer a setback was the happiest thing for Meng Fanla.
"Tell me, tell me what medicine I took wrongly?"
"My Lord, my Lord, do you know what the young master saw in his eyes? You saw how a living person embraced and kissed a dead book. It was my father. I saw you, I saw you, robbing American steel like crazy!"
After Meng Fanle finished speaking, he was hit hard on the head by a biscuit shell.
Shuo Yu watched him looking down for biscuits, and looked at the two Americans not far away who still looked out of place here. The sergeant was not far away and was sizing up Mi Long and the others. Captain McLuhan looked about the same age as their regimental commander, but he was still writing something with his head down. I wonder if he had the habit of keeping a diary like A Yi.
The annoying voice is still talking,
"For an army that can't even save its own country, how can it count on others? Tell me, is it useful? Seriously, don't flatter the Americans. No one can help us, and we can't count on anyone. Do you know why they're here?"
Si La Si La leaned his head over, and Shuo Yu looked at Fan La with a bit of curiosity. Fan La's head was indeed filled with a lot of useful knowledge. At least this was something he had never thought about before. His only impression of this period of history came from a few short lines in a high school textbook.
"I'm only here for money. Money, that is, money. I'm here for this reason. I'm staying in a tent because I don't want to have anything to do with us guys other than money. Do you understand, my lord?"
After Fanla finished what he wanted to say, he sat back down, eating the biscuit cannonballs he had just eaten, and watched their leader sit down next to Banxian'er again, with his legs crossed.
Shuo Yu understood and remembered something. Isolationism was the prevailing doctrine in the United States before. The United States did not want to join the war from the beginning. If the Japanese devils who were looking for death had not insisted on destroying Pearl Harbor, the United States would not have bothered to get involved in this mess.
"Don't be so sarcastic, Fanla, but I think what Fanla said makes sense, Captain."
Shuo Yu watched their leader carrying a biscuit box and eating biscuits one by one. He was really worried that he would get stomach problems, so he snatched the biscuits from his own hands.
Watching his own leader stand up and turn around, he finally sat down on a chair and calmed down. After a long while, he finally spoke, nodded, and looked at the ground.
"...We won't be able to get any of the American steel anymore."
"Hmm, ah?" Fanla was about to nod in agreement when he started talking, but when she heard this, she suddenly turned around and looked at him.
"Did you take off Yu Xiaoqing's pants?" Shuo Yu was a little curious. After all, even when Yu Xiaoqing let them fend for themselves, he still gave them a dozen American Thompsons as a token of his appreciation. Judging from the tone of their leader, will they really have nothing left in the future?
"Yeah, what happened to you? Did you make Mr. Yu angry again? I thought he was already angry enough when he left a few days ago." Fanla said in a bad mood, not knowing what to say.
"Well, I didn't do anything. I just told him the situation over there in detail and said we can't fight now." Silasila stuffed biscuits into his mouth, lowered his head and didn't look at them, and said in a low voice,
"He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Fanla suddenly came over anxiously and touched all over Silasila's body to see if there was any missing limbs. Shuoyu seemed to remember something and followed him to touch Silasila's body from front to back. It was a pity that Yu Xiaoqing didn't bring his big knife with him when he left, otherwise they would have been chopped to death by their leader.
Shuo Yu didn't feel any missing parts or any injuries on his body, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I wonder why Young Master Yu didn't kill you?" Sometimes I really want to tear open the dead man's head and see what's going on inside.
"Captain, can't you just go along with Yu Xiaoqing sometimes? That guy is a pushover. Why do you always run into his trap? He's almost going crazy with desire for a fight!"
Shuo Yu looked at Si La Si La's troublemaking mouth. If he wasn't our leader, I really wanted to...
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