"Kang Ya, you must have been a starving ghost in your previous life. You have nothing left. It's hard to ask the British for food. Didn't you eat a lot this morning?"
Shuoyu mercilessly slapped away the begging hand in front of him and walked past Kangya. Kangya knew that there was no hope for her, but she still couldn't help but beg behind him. Shuoyu stuffed a piece of chocolate into her like a stray dog and walked away happily.
This was given to Shuo Yu by the British soldiers. They also wanted to fight with them, but their superiors wouldn't let them. A few days ago, the artillery fire with good accuracy was the only thing they could do.
Their allies were busy retreating to India, which they had been longing for. They had not seen any serious troops along the way, but only scattered stragglers. Shuo Yu had a bad guess in his mind.
Soon his guess was confirmed.
After more than a dozen attacks by the Japanese, their position finally welcomed the arrival of the British master. While thinking about how to persuade these allies to fire a few more basic artillery shots at them, he held a Mauser pistol with a section of the buttstock attached.
Without Shuoyu knowing, William, his foreign old friend, was eagerly contacting his headquarters, trying to confirm the identity of Shuoyu and his group. They came here to ask for punishment and to take back the supplies they had given them before.
Otherwise, Shuo Yu would always say that they were stupid. If they hadn't been guarding this shabby airport, it would have fallen into the hands of the Japanese long ago. He didn't believe that an army that could manufacture poison gas bombs and conduct human experiments would really abide by some bullshit convention.
The black smoke behind them was still floating in the sky, lingering for a long time. Their regiment had just finished a blocking battle and was lying on the defense line watching their allies driving cars towards them, accompanied by enemy artillery fire.
Ah Yi wiped his face with a small cloth in his hand, and led a small team to clean the battlefield and trenches, asking them to order what they could use. Bu La and Yao Ma gathered together and laughed at the British who were about to jump out of the car in Hunan and Sichuan dialects.
"Look, look, this Joe is about to jump out of the car!"
Shuoyu and his men were lying on the trenches, sticking their butts out and watching the British masters' ugly behavior. No one could keep their damn neatness and tidy on such a battlefield.
"Hey, watch your words! I'm still counting on those Vickers cannons to hit us a few more times. Come on, clean up yourselves! Military prestige, military prestige!"
Shuoyu helped Doubing tidy up his clothes, but they were really not clean.
The impact of the war and artillery fire over the past few days had already turned their clothes into rags.
He grabbed Meng Fanle and followed closely behind the leader. No matter what happened, they could not lose their momentum. This was the only thing they could guarantee.
Shuo Yu squinted his eyes and looked at the newcomer. The old British scoundrel's expression was not very good, but after a closer look, he seemed to be secretly happy.
A Yi couldn't help but be happy, because he believed that he and the others were allies. He was the kind of person who believed in promises, contracts and justice. So in order to make Meng Fanle look neater, he helped him button up his few remaining buttons. Meng Fanle was still wearing the pot helmet that they had just given them a few days ago, and he looked a little funny.
The design of this helmet was not suitable for their head shape, so Shuo Yu refused to wear such an ugly thing. The one on their leader's head was a German-style helmet that he had found somewhere, but it was of much better quality and could protect his head very well.
"stand at attention!"
Can you imagine a group of people saluting in all sorts of different ways? William Huntington saw this funny scene, but that was not what he came for.
"Who are you, and who are you fighting for? Where are you from? Your commander told us that your Sichuan Army had already gone back, and you never existed. So who are you, Mr. Zhang? I hope you can give me an answer."
William was facing Shuoyu, the only relatively neat guy here. Shuoyu looked at him and thought that his premonition had come true. He didn't know how to tell him that they were the guys abandoned by their superiors.
But before he could come up with an answer to William, Meng Fanle exploded, because he understood, and he was the only one who understood except Shuoyu. He was angry that they were standing in front of them, but the other party said they didn't exist at all. He raised his gun and pointed it at William.
"The bodies over there don't exist. Do the people you see in front of you not exist? Then the gun in my hand and the bullets in the gun also don't exist. Do you want to try? We who don't exist are indeed guarding your noble, existing airport! My honorable sir!"
Shuo Yu knew why he was angry, because they were bundled together and huddled together, and in the eyes of the people above them, they were not considered individuals.
But they both knew that he would not shoot, it was just an attitude. Fanla was a smart man, and smart people would not do stupid things.
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