A few minutes later, after a brief exchange of ideas, Shuo Yu finally understood what the other party was going to do. He asked everyone to gather all the tables in the entire position and put them in front of the tents of the National Assistance Team and Mike. Next to this table stood the highest-ranking officers in the entire Jiqipo position, all watching here, hoping that there would be no more problems today.
The National Assistance was now inspecting the Browning machine gun of their regiment. Not far away, Milong and Doubing were drawing something that could barely be called a straight line on the ground with white lime. This was a bet and also a demonstration. Collins wanted a glass of whiskey, which was unlikely to appear on this position. Milong said that if he could do it, he would admit that he was good.
Shuo Yu stood aside and watched. The two guys communicated in each other's native language. There was no barrier between them at all. The whole nation assisted in making an American-style agreement. He spit on his palm and wanted to shake hands with Mi Long. This was equivalent to a verbal promise. Mi Long thought this guy was too dirty, but looking at the Banxianer who was looking at him opposite, he also spat on his hand, which did not exist, and the two hands were shaken together.
Unlike the National Assistance, which wanted to show off, Mike blew the whistle and went back into the tent to continue writing something.
He watched Collins raise the Browning of their Sichuan Army Corps and fire at the white line. In just a few breaths, the white line was destroyed. It was efficient and fast.
After showing off, Collins took off his hat in a very American way, with an indescribable sense of pride on his face. He put his arm around Milong's shoulders and said that his black friend now owed him a glass of whiskey.
"Nothing will happen again this time, right?" Silasila asked while watching Milong and the American playing around.
"It shouldn't be, isn't it? Everything is fine." Shuo Yu glanced at him and thought it shouldn't be.
"...Probably not." Fanla was a little uncertain. It looked fine now, but who knew what would happen in the future?
"I really picked up a great treasure." After seeing Collins finish shooting, the first thing that Silasila did was to grin. He felt that he had picked up a great bargain, as happy as if he had picked up a piece of dog shit candy that someone accidentally dropped on the roadside.
"You mean nationwide assistance?" Meng Fanyi knew what Si La Si La was thinking when he saw him like this.
"You all call him like this now and treat him as one of your own?" Si La Si La couldn't believe that they had become one of your own so quickly?
"Yes, Captain, the National Assistance is very good, especially the Americanism one. He is a very good mechanic." Shuo Yu quietly approached the two of them, covered his mouth with his hand, and joined the conversation.
"I've never been to the battlefield." Meng Fanle added immediately, quickly breaking the unrealistic fantasy in their leader's mind.
"Is this true?" Silasila was a little bit unconvinced. How could he be such a good shooter without ever being on the battlefield?
"Of course it's true. We talked about it last night. This guy loves machinery, but if you ask him to kill someone, he will shout "Oh my God". He plans to spend this war laughing and joking. This is his ideal. It is because of this ideal that he was exiled to our army." Meng Fanle smiled and pointed at us. He looked at the National Assistance who were arguing with Milong in English not far away, and introduced them to their leader.
"Fanla, you seem to like him very much." Silasila looked at the expression on Fanla's face and said while shaking his head.
"Anyway, I don't hate him." Meng Fanle admitted that he really couldn't hate this guy who was very similar to his group of scum brothers.
"Oh~! I don't hate it, I just like it." Shuoyu stretched out the last syllable like a teasing, looking at Milong and Quanmin Fuzhu not far ahead and said shamelessly that Doubing would be his senior brother in the future.
"Really?" Silasila looked at the back of Banxianer's head and hugged his arms.
"Of course, but Captain, Collins can't go to the battlefield, but he can teach us all his skills, and then we can be as powerful as him!" Shuoyu said this with certainty, and Fanla closed his mouth.
Ayi was also nearby, monitoring the scene with his pocket pistol in his hand. Fanla said it was a women's pistol, and Ayi retorted, "No, it's just that he is more comfortable with it." Fanla retorted, "You just shot the barrel out of your gun yesterday," which made Ayi completely speechless.
"Is that annoying? Did I provoke you? Did I provoke you?"
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