Meng was tired and leaned against the front of McLuhan's car, staring at them.
"Okay, those senior staff officers must have often told you about what they believe to be our advantages. So let me tell you my understanding: our only advantage is that our superiors believe we can be sacrificed at will. We are just numbers, from one to ten, hundreds to thousands, to tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even a million, but still just a number. Our best weapon, not only do our superiors think so, but we ourselves also think so. It's ourselves."
"We can sacrifice at will, but we are all the same, you and me, and all of us, we are all human beings. Maybe we speak different languages and come from different countries, but we are all human beings. Just like you said, when bullets fly, if we can't control our weapons well, the only thing that can protect us is the thin clothes on our bodies."
Collins seemed to be persuaded. He pulled McLuhan's clothes and wanted to say a few words, but the relationship between superiors and subordinates was very strict. Just like them, Shuoyu hid half of his head behind Si La Si La's head, watching Fan La say this and McLuhan fall silent.
"No, don't stop, keep talking." Although Silasila didn't understand English, he was very good at reading people's expressions. He felt that this matter was possible and could be slowed down. He didn't want Fanla to stop, and wanted Fanla to continue talking anxiously.
"Don't stop, don't stop talking, tell them we're going to have a big battle soon, tell him!"
Shuoyu suddenly looked at the excitement in Silasila's eyes. It was an excitement that he could never understand. Fanla also turned his head and looked at him. His eyes were like he was looking at a stranger. Fanla was really not a man who could smile with his eyes. He looked particularly ugly now.
Fanla lowered his head and licked his dry lips with his tongue. He didn't know whether to speak or not. Seeing him like this, Si La Si La began to use his sign language anxiously, telling the two Americans that they were about to have a big war, just in a few months,
"We, we're about to have a big fight. Let's go! Let's go! We're going to die, understand? If we charge towards the South Heaven Gate like this, we're going to die!"
He made weird movements and made messy noises with his mouth. Shuo Yu stood beside him and looked at him, looking at his unusually bright eyes.
Meng Fanle couldn't bear it anymore, so he rushed back and yelled at their leader's head which was always full of random thoughts, asking him to give it a rest!
"Yu Xiaoqing didn't even want us to go to war!"
"Do you want to? You do, don't you? Meng is annoying--!"
"Thank God I didn't think!"
"Captain, should we think about it? Are we really going to die?" Shuo Yu looked at Fanla and Si La arguing with each other and whispered something, although he didn't want to speak.
There is a kind of person who can guess the ending of things when they just start. He thought that he had already had a relationship with the guys on the flag slope. Yu Xiaoqing's 12,000 was just a number to him. He didn't feel sorry for it, really.
Dead, dead, he folded his hands and looked at the two ancestors in front of him. Could they support him a little at this time and form a united front with him?
"What are you doing? I beg you, please don't retreat at this time, please, ancestors, huh?" Si La Si La looked at the two guys who were looking for answers from him, slapped one of them on the head, grabbed one with one hand, and slapped Fan La back with the other hand, and went back to where he should be.
One hand pulled Banxian'er to stay beside him. Shuoyu's shoulder was pinched hard by their leader. He looked down at the hem of their leader's clothes that was dangling, and reached out hesitantly to grab it, whispering something that only he could hear.
“…Survival must be fought for from death.”
Now the total number of registered members of the Sichuan Army Corps is 1,537, but the actual number is 1,356, 1,350 living lives.
He bit his tongue to prevent himself from making any sound, feeling the trembling hands on his shoulders, and listening to Fanla continue to argue with McLuhan.
"We have a big battle coming up soon, but we don't want to be powerless."
"You've long been accustomed to being powerless and leaving the hardest battles to your colleagues."
"You are wrong sir. The hardest battles have been given to us. There is no one else but us."
"This is complaining, and you are used to complaining."
"I, go to hell! I won't say anything anymore, okay? This guy won't listen to anything, nothing I say will work!" Meng Fanle suddenly turned his head and yelled at Si La,
Si La Si La rolled over and pushed him back. Fan La grabbed his head and continued to speak helplessly.
"We've waited our whole lives, yet we've only had a few months to learn, or to evolve. It's never fair, sir. And now you're taking this away from us. You feel so far away from home, so disconnected from us. You're tired of this war, and so are we!"
McLuhan put the pistol in his hand back into the holster on his waist. Collins sat in the driver's seat, looking back and forth between McLuhan and Meng Fanle. He could understand what was being said now.
McLuhan kept making the sign "NO" with his hands while Meng was searching for English words in his mind.
This gesture made Meng Fanle feel helpless and angry. He didn't want to do these things that were doomed to be useless. He turned around and looked at Banxian'er and their leader again. He didn't want to be like this. He had nothing to say to this stubborn person.
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