"Let him die, okay? I can't beat him anyway. Before he knocks me down, I'll punch him twice to satisfy my desire, okay? He can't help us, and they don't want to help us. Yes, they have planes, cannons, tanks, and aircraft carriers, but even if you call them grandpa a thousand times, what can they do? In the end, don't we have to fight with our teeth and our lives? I beg you, you can ask me to do anything, even if you ask me to die, I will go happily, whether it's reconnaissance or dying. Anyway, I'm not happy living now. We've long been accustomed to you. I beg you, just don't make us beg him anymore..."
Shuo Yu watched Fanla's spit spray all over Silasila's face because of excitement. His little black hands were still on Silasila's collar, grasping weakly, like a drowning man grasping a piece of driftwood.
But when their leader started to beg him from Fanla, the expression on his face was dull, like a machine that had lost its power. He did not look at Fanla who always liked to complain, but just took the Mauser pistol that he had never put down in his hand, pointed it at Meng Fanla's chest, and pushed him back with his body, with a flat tone.
"Do you believe I'll destroy you?"
"Captain!" Shuo Yu didn't know whether their captain was telling the truth or not. He really couldn't read minds, so he could only rush to stop him.
"I don't understand your sutras."
A Chinese sentence suddenly appeared in McLuhan's mouth, and was heard clearly by everyone present. Not only Fanla and Diela, but even Collins, who was sitting next to him, looked at him in surprise.
"The only correct thing this young gentleman said is, I can't help you."
McLuhan jumped out of the car. The sudden appearance of Chinese made Fanla's mouth and tongue begin to get tangled. Collins also got out with a gun, and looked at the conversation between McLuhan and Meng Fanla curiously.
"Yes, I can speak it. I never said I can't speak Chinese. It's you who don't use your brain." McLuhan said as he reached out and knocked on the helmet on their leader's head. Shuo Yu stood next to Silasila and watched. McLuhan spoke Chinese very well, even better than many Chinese people.
McLuhan glanced at Meng Fanle who was at a loss, then looked at the regiment commander facing him.
"Who am I? What is my office? This young gentleman beside me always seems to make things complicated. Before he turns into Hamlet, let me repeat what my office is."
"Your position is liaison officer!" Silasila answered first, his face full of excitement, and he came over.
On the other side, Collins looked back and forth at the increasingly interesting scene, like a curious dolphin.
"A liaison officer who only speaks English?"
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