"They are all heroes, our heroes."
"This isn't fair, this isn't fair! But Old Mac is too low-ranking, so all he can say is, 'This isn't fair, this isn't fair—'"
An American was crying, feeling that the fate of the Chinese soldiers who had fought alongside him was unfair. Shuo Yu now knew why he and Collins were sent to their flag-sacrificing hill. The only thing in common between a smelly, hard stone and a pool of sticky mud was that they both respected life, and fate would reward us by how we treated them.
"It's not fair, it's really not fair!"
Shuo Yu also shouted with him, this is not fair, things should not be like this, heroic sacrifices should not be forgotten by others, and life is not a chip that can be lost at the gambling table.
Si La Si La looked at Ban Xian Er behind him, sighed, pulled Fan La, and signaled him with his eyes to take good care of Ban Xian Er, who was sick again.
Shuo Yu wanted to jump up and scream, trying hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't control the tears that flowed like rain. His upper body was hugged tightly and fell to the ground, his feet stepping on the solid earth below. A madman who had lived for ten thousand years and didn't even know that he was crazy could only shout "This is not fair--!"
McLuhan looked at Shuoyu, who was held in Fanla's arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Turn around and look at the captain in front of you.
"You know what? When I came here and saw you, it was like seeing them. I don't want to see them. If I see you again, I can't do anything. I just want to stay away from your tattered army. Don't have any illusions about this battle. We will win, but you will lose. Old Mac is too low an official to help you."
McLuhan's finger pointed in an unknown direction, his voice still talking. Ever since he started to speak his heart out, Si La Si La had been silent. He just watched him speak, his expression changing from funny to serious, a seriousness rarely seen on his face.
"Right now, at this very moment, somewhere far away, eight heads are still quarreling, yelling, 'Listen to me! Listen to me!' Except for you, the generals are fickle, never reaching a conclusion. Orders change constantly, and necessary supplies are never delivered. You will all die one by one at the Nantian Gate. This will be your end."
"What's the value of an offensive without follow-up capabilities? If you die, what's next?"
McLuhan's neatly trimmed beard turned light brown under the sunlight, making their leader standing opposite him look even more dusty and grimy.
Shuoyu quieted down, being controlled by Meng Fanle on the front of McLuhan's car. He looked at Kang Ya, who was leaning against their car not far away and looking at him with worry, and Collins, who was only a car body away from him, and Fanle beside him. Without him knowing, his eyes were smiling.
McLuhan's voice continued. He had been holding back these words in his heart for a long time. He had wanted to say them since he learned about the war, but no one listened to him.
"Your division commander is fanatical and charming. The entire advisory committee says he's a young Caesar. But I, Old Mac, have to say he loves war too much. Life is just sustenance for him! He should see a doctor."
Shuo Yu agrees with McLuhan's statement that Yu Xiaoqing really should get some treatment for his brain.
"He has a problem with his brain, Yu Xiaoqing. Master Yu has only thought about one thing in his life, and that is fighting and shedding his blood. For this battle, he can die, and for this battle, he can also let all his subordinates die."
"He should go see a veterinarian. We have one right here." Meng Fanle was always rude.
McLuhan reached out to Shuoyu beside him,
"Jade, you're a good man, but a good man shouldn't be a soldier, especially one who has to fight a war like this. If you survive, we will be good friends."
Shuo Yuhui held the warm hands. His hands, like his eyes, were filled with warmth and heat. He looked at the hairy hands and spoke slowly,
"Mike, if given a choice, many of us don't want to be soldiers, including me. But we don't have the right to choose. I hope many people can survive this war. This is the only thing I can do. If you were in my place, you would do the same, for your country, your comrades, and your brothers."
"Jade, I think so. You, little schemer, the guy who always thinks too much, don't you want to beat me up? Come on, come on!"
Fanla's body language was a little awkward, and he regretted what he had said before. He tried his best to keep his body away from the American. He didn't expect that the American heard everything he said.
"No, no, no, what are you doing?"
"If you hadn't stopped hitting me, I would have left right now."
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