"You never told me you had a way to cross the river. You were hiding military intelligence." McLuhan looked at Si La Si La and said seriously.
Si La Si La, holding his gun with a weird look of grievance, explained to him,
"We were negligent in our work. It's our fault. If we had taken a little more trouble to find out, the people in Zenda City alone would have told us several ways to get there: the caravan route, the bandit route, the smuggling route..."
Shuo Yu squatted beside McLuhan, listening to their leader counting, and looking at the turbulent river and the opposite bank shrouded in fog with him. He wondered if it would snow here in winter, and would it be as heavy as in the Northeast?
"Yu Xiaoqing, our Master Yu, never thought of asking the ordinary people who were just background figures in his eyes, so it's normal that he doesn't know, Mike."
Fanla glanced at the two guys who were starting to slack off, breathed a sigh of relief, and added,
"Hey, let's not get off topic, Master Mai. We can get through this road, but only a small group of people can pass through. A large group of people and equipment can't even think about it. Moreover, if the division knew there was such a road, the first thing they would do is send a death squad through it. In the end, the Japanese would block this road, and none of us would be able to escape."
"So what do you do with it, smuggle it?"
He tied his wrists tightly to prevent his clothes from being washed away by the Nujiang River. He also checked his watch to see that it was getting late. They had to reach the place they had been to last time after the morning fog cleared.
"Master Mai, you said we can't win this battle. Right! I think so too. I want to tell my division commander, you can speak Chinese, which is great, but he doesn't understand. He's not doing well here. What should I tell him?"
Si La Si La gestured with his hands and looked at McLuhan. He liked this American who knew that nothing good would come of staying with them.
Shuo Yu was quick to fix it himself and had already finished it. He helped their leader fix the waterproof cloth on his other arm.
"We just wanted to give our commander a thorough and thorough review of what Takeuchi prepared before making a decision. We wanted him to consider that death is more than just a number; it has much more meaning."
McLuhan didn't know what to say. He blinked blankly and spoke hesitantly.
"You...you are really a bunch of lunatics. To see the structure of a hornet's nest clearly, there is no need to stick your head in it."
His words made Silasila laugh happily, and Fanla also laughed with gloating joy.
"Hahaha, you're right. I was trying to poke it with a bamboo pole? Your planes are bamboo poles, and our division commander is making attack plans based on your aerial reconnaissance. It's not working! It's not working at all. So we have to use our heads to poke this hornet's nest."
Americans still don't understand. Sometimes they just don't understand.
"...You are all crazy. Why would the commander do such a thing? Don't you have any scouts?"
Fanla took over the conversation and asked Banxianer to help him.
"Yes, it's the three of us."
"Mike, only three and a half of us in the entire position have ever been to school. Only five of us can proudly pat our chests and say we're not illiterate. One is too old, one isn't very good at fighting, and that leaves us three."
"Yes, otherwise only a fool would come! Even if the others became that rat spirit and got into the South Heaven Gate, he wouldn't be able to see anything, let alone draw a picture or something."
In a few minutes, Shuoyu and the other two packed up and prepared to cross the river. They took one last look at the Americans following them.
McLuhan looked at the three heads looking at him in turn and came to a conclusion.
"You're still crazy."
"Hahaha, okay, Mai, please..."
Because the Americans came to the battlefield, Fanla's weekly canned food increased to two. In addition to teaching Chinese characters, he was also responsible for teaching these guys foreign characters. Even if they couldn't write, it was good enough to say a few simple words. We can't lose our mouths.
Their leader extended his hand to McLuhan and made a gesture of invitation, inviting the American to join them.
McLuhan looked at the surging Nujiang River, gripped his gun tightly, and said something that made the three people present envious:
"I really want to go, but it's not really my job."
Si La Si La looked at him, shook his head, and put the things on his back.
"I'm so jealous that you can say such things. I really want to be able to speak like you one day."
"Yeah, that's great, but let's go back, Mike. We can just go. This is our own business and we have to do it ourselves."
Shuo Yu followed his team leader and was the second to grab the rope and enter the Nujiang River. He waved to Mike behind them, asking him to go back quickly. Soon the river water had reached his belly and was still rising. At this time of year, the morning river water was so cold that it seemed to want to peel off all the flesh on his body, leaving only a skeleton, unable to feel anything.
Fanla was the last one, he also waved to Master Mai, told him to go back quickly, turned around and quickly caught up with Si La Si La and Ban Xian Er, and finally left a sentence,
"We are going to have our trouble. Just say something auspicious. You never say anything nice."
When their necks were about to be buried in the Nujiang River, McLuhan looked up at the sky. There was a bright round hole in the sky. The weather in Zenda was always so gloomy, as if it would rain at any time.
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