McLuhan beckoned Collins to get in the car, saying they were leaving. He couldn't help them, and he didn't want to stay and watch how they died.
Si La Si La lowered his head and didn't know what he was doing. Shuo Yu looked at him, not knowing whether he should say anything or not.
Before Collins started the engine, Si La Si La seemed to suddenly remember something and used his body to block the car of McLuhan and others.
"You can speak Chinese, Good! Good! You speak better than many Chinese people, really. You said a lot, and I understood it, but I still want to ask you to stay. Not for me, but for those guys who can make you cry. My commander really should see a doctor. How could he let you go? Talent, Mai, you are a talent—!"
Shuoyu stood beside Silasila, holding Fanla in his hand, blocking the way for McLuhan and his companions' car. In any case, three people were much more imposing than one person.
"Stop flattering me, you're still looking forward to this war."
Their leader's face showed the same expression as Gou Rou's usual fawning and flattery. This method might work against Yu Xiaoqing, but he was not sure about McLuhan. He looked at the American officer with wet eyelashes in the same way as their leader.
"Do you think that what I just said was nonsense?"
"No, no, Mai, you are a good man, an honest man, really, we are all honest people, but my group must at least have the ability to protect their lives, isn't that the minimum?"
"Don't lie to your colleagues, even if he's an American. Your eyes are the same as your division commander's. You long for war, for attack. But you're different. Your soldiers are very important to you. I saw you arguing. You're the officer who loves his soldiers the most I've ever met, because you have nothing."
After McLuhan finished speaking, Silasila closed his mouth, as if thinking about what to say. Shuoyu wanted to buy him some time, so he took over McLuhan's words and continued,
"Mike, you're right. My commander is different from that fanatical warmonger, so the reasons why they're eager to attack are also different. The Japanese devils owe us a debt. At Nantianmen, I don't know what you went through in Burma, but I followed our commander and more than a thousand guys at Nantianmen and resisted sixteen Japanese attacks for a whole day and night."
The head that had been lowered was raised again. The sound was very small at first, but then it became louder.
"I am not, not their officer. They look up to me. We are, brothers, brothers, do you understand?"
Dead, dead! He clasped his hands together, showing the two Americans in the car. The expression on his face was as rich as a clown's, extremely exaggerated.
McLuhan just swallowed his tongue and said word by word as he looked at him.
"You and your brothers, do you like to be chips on other people's tables? As soon as you die, you will be forgotten. Shot, lying on the ground, when you exhale your last breath, you don't know why you did it. You are not even as good as an ant on the roadside. - Do you swear?"
Then, before Shuoyu could react, Silasila took a step back quickly and knelt down in front of the two Americans opposite him. Without any hesitation, he watched Silasila kneel down in front of him, then looked at Fanla on his left, reached out and pulled his sleeve, and knelt down as well.
Meng Fanle glanced at the two people on his right who were both kneeling. He blinked several times in succession, and pretended to lift up his clothes, which did not really need to be lifted up, and knelt down as well. Not far behind him, Kang Ya, who had been watching them from the side of the car, followed them over with a giggle at the scene. A group should be neat and tidy, so he knelt down on the ground without any embarrassment.
Shuoyu glanced back at Kang Ya who was smiling at him.
Now there were four people kneeling in front of McLuhan's car, which made him look up and down, breathing uncontrollably. Collins watched with pursed lips, waiting.
The sound of "dying, dying" continued, and he hit his head and chest with his hands.
"I can't swear this oath, I can't swear it. No one wants to be someone else's pawn, but someone has to sacrifice, right? You say we are soldiers, I have no face to admit it, no face—!"
Dead, dead, he said as he slapped his face with his hands. His face was shining in the sunlight. Today is really a good day.
Shuo Yu looked at his legs, which were standing upright and trembling. He couldn't even kneel steadily. His face was really bright. Everyone was looking at him.
"I'm ashamed, really. I'm ashamed. We're just trying to find a human form. Can you understand? My commander, my commander isn't, isn't, a warmongerer... He's just, just, too anxious! Too anxious! But that's better than those heartless, drunken, dreamless people, right?"
McLuhan was swallowing his saliva, Shuoyu was also swallowing his saliva, he once again grabbed the corner of Silasila's clothes, he was really shaky,
"Nothing is spotless. We all breathe in dust, but that doesn't stop us from doing better, right? No one, no one, can stand the scrutiny of others. Besides, your country isn't helping us out of purity and justice, is it? But you two are here, here, you two..."
"What's the name? Name, name!"
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