McLuhan glanced at Shuoyu, as if to confirm whether what the translator said was correct. Shuoyu felt that the two sentences had similar meanings and nodded at him. It could be said that they both meant the same thing.
McLuhan looked down at the dead gun, which was no better than usual. He only took one look and there was no need to look at the rest. He took off his white gloves, which were no longer in good condition after washing, threw them on the table, and left without saying anything.
The group of people around were just dumbfounded watching this scene. Collins said to these good brothers he had been with all night, wait a minute, and followed McLuhan back to the tent. The two were talking about something, and McLuhan's voice was obviously very emotional.
Si La Si La picked up his three guns from the table, assembled them together, and then hung them back on his body, saying,
"I thought they were going to strip down all the guns in the regiment?"
"It's a random check. Just by looking at a few of them, we can know the status of your entire regiment." Fanla looked down at the gun in his hand and explained to their leader in a caring manner.
They couldn't hear the conversation between McLuhan and Collins, but Shuoyu heard it clearly. When they were about to leave, he poked Silasila's shoulder with his finger, signaling him to go and see.
"Captain, they're leaving."
"What?" Silasila blinked, a little confused, and touched the helmet on his head with his hand.
On the other side, the discussion had obviously concluded. Collins quite liked this place because there weren't so many rules. Although some people here had beaten him yesterday, they were friends today. However, he was only a sergeant and McLuhan was his superior. Soldiers had to obey orders, so he didn't want to be court-martialed for this reason.
Meng Fanle held the gun in his hand, and watched with Si La beside him as Collins quickly moved things from their tent to their car. He was quick and careful, not even leaving out a table and chairs, just like he had moved them out of their car yesterday.
Fanla asked everyone where they were going, and everyone kept saying "I, I, I" for a long time, unable to say anything. He just sighed, his face full of frustration. He couldn't even respond to Milong's loud voice, but just quickly sorted out his things.
McLuhan also helped to move things, just to get away from them faster.
Shuoyu pulled at the corner of Silasila's clothes and repeated what he had just said in a louder voice, thinking that he had not understood.
"Captain, they're leaving. They really are leaving."
"Aren't they going somewhere?" I was so confused. Everything was fine, why did they suddenly leave?
"Just go back to where you came from~! I told you it was useless, but you didn't believe me." Fanla was gloating over their misfortune, with a mocking smile on his face. They were just a pile of unwanted junk that was destined to rot and stink here.
They stared at Collins carrying their belongings one by one. Before leaving, McLuhan spoke a lot to them for the first time.
"Goodbye, gentlemen. Yesterday, you attacked us due to a misunderstanding. Later, your superiors showed your grace, so I have not lost my respect for you. Now I have another Chinese humor to tell my wife and son on the other side of the ocean, which will bring them joy."
"My grandfather had an old Pichaili musket. He was eighty-seven years old and had never been a soldier, but his musket, compared to most of you, was the difference between a lady and, how do you say? ...a scabby dog."
He said the word "scabby dog" in Chinese, which was quite ironic. It made it impossible for Shuoyu to keep a smile on his face, but at the same time, Shuoyu also knew that they needed the help of these two Americans. They needed help. They could not rely on themselves. There were very few genius prodigies who were born with knowledge. We needed a teacher.
"The only thing standing between you and Japanese bullets is your weapons, followed by your clothes and bodies. So I don't think this has anything to do with common sense about firearms. It's your laxity and your irresponsibility. An army like that, no matter how many weapons it has, can't win any war. I believe you are doomed to fail, just as I believe my country will win this war."
Milong stood behind Shuoyu and Fanla, wanting to reach out and pull one of them to ask what the old foreigner was talking about.
"Peking traitor, why don't you translate for me?"
Shuo Yu walked out from beside their leader, trying to catch up with McLuhan and Collins who drove away. At first he walked, but gradually he ran. Through this passage, he knew that McLuhan was definitely not the person he had shown in the past two days. A person who didn't care about them would not feel sad because of their carelessness.
On the other side, Si La Si La looked at Ban Xian Er chasing after him in confusion, and turned around to wait for Fan La's translation.
"Well, he just said that our sloppiness has made him feel hopeless. It's not our outdated weapons, it's our attitude. He said his grandfather is 87 years old and has never been a soldier before, but he still defeated us with a 17th-century rifle. It's because his grandfather is serious and has self-respect. He said we are undisciplined, irresponsible, and don't need victory."
"So he doesn't want to be with us anymore. Just three words: mangy dog."
Fanla's face flashed with many emotions at once, and he mechanically translated with his own thoughts.
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