Si La Si La jumped out of the car, Shuo Yu quickly grabbed Fan La and jumped out with him. McLuhan and Collins in the opposite car pointed their guns at them suddenly, their hands on the trigger, pointing at the three people who got out of the car.
McLuhan was the first to speak.
"Sir, you are not lacking in courage. On the contrary, you are very brave, even violent. But courage is not violence. I believe you must be a veteran soldier, but the army must first have order! Then comes violence."
Dead, dead! With his clothes stripped off, he really looked like a gangster collecting protection money. He put one hand on the holster at his waist and shook his head from side to side, hoping that his two translators could translate for him what the hell this American was saying.
"What are you talking about? Gentlemen?"
"Well, this guy, he's saying that courage isn't violence, nor is the army, but order."
Si La Si La turned his eyes to Ban Xian Er again, asking the American opposite him if what he just said was what Fan La, the unlucky guy, said. Si La Si La rarely showed them that kind of look. He was more likely to look at Master Yu Xiao Qing, which should appear often when their leader was begging for food.
"Well, that's about right. He just thinks our regiment has no order and is a mess. It doesn't look like an army."
Si La Si La glanced at the two guys on his left and right who had suddenly become a little silent, and then looked at the two Americans opposite who were pointing guns at him, with a fawning look on his face, and the corners of his mouth pulled to the left and right to form a look that seemed to be neither crying nor smiling. If Shuo Yu had a mirror at this time, he would definitely let him see what he looked like at this moment.
"Please, beg them to stay. Tell them that we can give up the weapons...weapons, but they must stay."
Meng Fanle had a confused look on his face and wanted to ask what this meant. The other person had already made it clear that he didn't want to be with us scumbags, so was there any need to do this?
Shuo Yu watched the captain yelling at Fanla out of control, telling him to tell the other party quickly. Collins on the opposite side immediately raised his shotgun because of Si La Si La's sudden yelling. Seeing this, Si La Si La had to raise his hand to show that he had no ill intentions, putting on a smiling face, looking a little pitiful.
So he stood up, and in order to make McLuhan hear more clearly, he moved closer to their car, hoping to ease the situation.
Collins had a good impression of this handsome Chinese man. He put down the gun in his hand. Shuo Yu looked at the two American faces that had become familiar to them in less than two days and said,
"Our regimental commander asked you to stay. You don't have to have weapons, but you have to stay and teach us. We need you. Most of the people I know just need a teacher. No one is born a genius. Although you may not believe it, most of the people you just saw on the battlefield were just farmers a few months ago. The first time they fired a gun in their lives, they were risking their lives against others. It's a battlefield where no carelessness is allowed."
"What?" McLuhan was very puzzled. He did not quite understand what Shuoyu said. This damn confusion made Meng Fanle behind him extremely envious.
Fanla and Sila were right across from them, watching the conversation between Shuoyu and McLuhan. Everyone could understand what he said.
Fanla whispered in Sila's ear, "What are you talking about? Why is he pretending to be stupid?" Sila nudged him in the stomach with his elbow and he closed his mouth reluctantly.
Shuo Yu looked at McLuhan, at his blue eyes, which were rare among Chinese people. They were very clear eyes. He must have cried often. He continued to speak. He wanted to make the other party understand that they really needed a teacher to teach them.
"Our weapons are dirty because most of us never knew how to disassemble them. Even if you go into our trenches, you'll see ten people holding five different types of guns. My gun is clean, but it's not because I've ever learned how to use it. This time last year, I didn't even know how to shoot. I only received ten days of simple training before I joined the main force in Burma to participate in the war a few months ago. Most of the people in our trenches are the same as me, and they've even received less training. They've never been taught how to do these things. Please help us, okay?"
Shuo Yu knew that his language was useless. He could never use it as a sharp sword like Fanla did. Most of the time, he was the first to collapse and surrender in the end. McLuhan's voice rang in his ears.
"It's never us you need. It's not just your weapons that lack maintenance. No one in that camp, including the two people standing behind you, can even keep their instruments clean. You are very clean, Captain."
The two guys standing behind Shuoyu, who were described by McLuhan as cow dung, were muttering to each other. They could understand what Banxianer said, but they were confused by what McLuhan said about death. They urgently needed his translator.
McLuhan's voice was not loud, but it struck Shuoyu's heart like a huge bell. After the other party finished speaking, he didn't even dare to look at those clear blue eyes. McLuhan's voice continued to speak.
"Yu, you never understand what you really need, which is the most important thing. You just want weapons and then use them to go to war. You don't even know what you are fighting for? This is so pathetic!"
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