Walk through a wooded field, enter through a hole in the old Tom's broken fence, run past behind a beautiful cherry tree, and drill out through another. Jump off the small ditch to the west, walk to the other side of the ditch where there are four stones, and turn back. Climb up a place with a lot of dead grass and you can continue along a trail under a small slope with a lot of grass.

It's a path that children learn when they run around the city, a path that teenagers are keen on, a path that avoids the sight of all adults. Although children don't know that adults have known this path for a long time, the Chinese obviously don't know about this path. Even if you can see a small point, you don't know that behind this seemingly unstructured thing is a traffic lane that runs almost half of the city of St. Paul.

Even with this trail, Bennier still feels that the Chinese are troublesome. There is always a looming figure of Chinese soldiers on those key points, and they are vigilantly observing the movement around them with their weapons. In several places where he needed to expose his body slightly, Bennier had to wait for the Chinese to turn his eyes before he could venture through.

If you go in a straight line, it will only take seven or eight minutes to get from the starting point to Miranda's house. It won't take more than 12 minutes to walk this trail. However, when it only took him to cross a ditch to get to Miranda's house, Bennier couldn't go any further. The Chinese set up a sentry post in a stone-covered part of the ditch, and if they really tried to crawl through it, they would be exposed to the sight of the Chinese soldiers.

But this is the nearest road, and if you go around, you will have to run for another half an hour. Hiding behind a few beautiful trees, Benniel could see the front yard of Miranda's house. Glancing only at the familiar building, Bennier's gaze was drawn to something else. It was a bunch of weird vehicles. There were no horses, no chimneys, and the Chinese soldiers at the front rode on the strange vehicle, holding the strange crossbar with both hands, as if to control the direction of travel. Behind him sat two Chinese soldiers. There were three Chinese squeezed into a small bucket on the side, all Chinese of which were facing forward, and among them there was a Chinese soldier facing backwards.

A dozen of these vehicles drove to a stop near Miranda's house, and the Chinese soldiers jumped out of the vehicles and joined the encirclement formation with their weapons. There was only one driver left in the car, and the car turned around on its own and went back in the direction it came.

Bennier, the son of the engineer Montes, had seen almost everything, if not everything, of the machinery that could move on the railroad. As a Westerner, horse-drawn carriages and mule carts, whether four-wheeled or two-wheeled, have also been ridden and driven. Even a car is not a strange thing for Bennier. The three-wheeled vehicle was small compared to the American counterparts, but it could transport seven people entirely on its own power.

Bennier's eyes were straight, and the best car in the United States could only squeeze six people, and it could only be children. Seven adults are crammed into a car, not to mention whether it can be stuffed, and the weight alone will make the car almost immovable. The three-wheeled vehicle was not driving fast, but Benniel could see that it was just the driver who didn't want to drive so fast, and saw that the vehicle made a light turn and rushed back in the direction it was coming from, the power and agility of this thing was beyond the limits of his imagination of powered and non-powered vehicles.

However, this interest was soon shattered by anxiety, as Mendes was an engineer and considered a middle-class woman in the United States, and the Miranda family was the eldest lady of the wealthy class in the United States. If it weren't for this, there would be no need for Benniel to run through a path like that to Miranda on the second floor to secretly contact the goddess in his heart. Not to mention the average American family, even if it is the same middle-class family, Benniel can be very seriously entertained and walk in from the main door.

In the front yard of Miranda's house is the garden, a garden with green grass and shade that can accommodate the size of two Benniers. The three-story stone building was completely different from the wooden houses of the average American. Now the Chinese have sent hundreds of people to participate in the siege of this mansion, and the muzzles of dense guns are pointed directly in the direction of the house. Benniel had good eyesight, and he could see that the windows of Miranda's house were slightly open, but there were some barrels of guns peeking out of them. It's a big family, and Miranda's grandparents, parents, and Miranda's five uncles live here and next to it. With the addition of servants and guards, there were at least a hundred people in this large house.

In the United States, population is power. In addition to the fact that those large families had money for a long time, they also had far more people than other families. If nothing else, there are more than 30 cousins of Miranda's peers alone. Among these thirty people, there are those who are happy to see Beniel and Miranda befriend, and there are those who are not happy to see Beniel and Miranda befriend. These obstacles allowed Benniel to master the routes of those trails.

Just when Benniel was not sure how to deal with the situation in front of him, he suddenly heard the sound of grass being trampled behind him. The sound made Bennier instinctively alert, and the person who trampled on the grass did not walk with a big grin, but tried to reduce the sound he made when he moved. The sound of this action is "dangerous" in the sense that Benniel evokes.

When he turned his head, he saw only two Chinese soldiers pounce on him. Not even a scuffle, Benniel was subdued by the two. Bennier was disillusioned, he had seen Indians hanged in cities, blacks and criminals hanged in cities. If you fall into the hands of China, you will probably be hanged.

His mind was in a state of confusion, and Bennier's hands were cleverly tied with a rope noose. A moment later, he was taken by the Chinese to the bottom of the small slope. Appearing in front of Bennier was a European with an oriental look, dressed in the olive green uniform of a Chinese soldier, without a rifle, and with a holster on his belt and a pistol stuck in it. Bennier knew that the man was an officer.

"Boy, do you know this family?" The European, with an oriental look, said in English, an accent with a Spanish flavor that sounded ridiculous to Benier, but he couldn't laugh at all.

Seeing that the officer was more amiable, Benniel was considering whether to answer. After the officer asked again, seeing that Benniel was still silent, he waved his hand to the two Chinese soldiers and said in English, "Take him down and lock him up." ”

Neil panicked, and he hurriedly said, "I know that family." ”

"Would you like to be a messenger then?" The officer said in English.

"What message do you want me to convey?" Benniel asked stiffly.

"You can tell the owner that we didn't mean to harm them, but that we were going to temporarily requisition their house during the war. If they are willing to surrender, we can guarantee their personal safety and property safety. Of course, you bring a letter in and convey my words. If they surrender within twenty minutes of your entry, we won't attack. If they don't give us a response, we think they're going to fight to the end. The battle will begin. The officer was still speaking in Spanish-flavored English.

Benniel was still flustered in his heart, and he couldn't remember much about the big set of words, the only thing he understood was that the battle hadn't started yet, and the goddess should have no problem. And he has the opportunity to enter the home of his beloved goddess and pass on some news that is not particularly bad to the goddess's family.

"I'm willing to bring the letter in." Bennill replied.

"Good." The officer took a letter from his satchel and handed it to Benier, the guard let Bennier go, and he walked into the front garden of Miranda's mansion.

There are also beautiful cherry trees in the courtyard, and walking less than twenty meters from the gate, Bennier feels that he is far away from the Chinese, and he feels much better in his heart. However, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet hit the ground in front of Benil's eyes. Benniel's heart stopped beating under the sudden start. Then he heard someone shouting from the window opposite, "What are you here for?" ”

Bennier's legs were so frightened that he was softened, but by this time he was finally able to stand firm and not collapse. With all his might, Beniel shouted, "I'm Beniel, Miranda's classmate." I was worried about Miranda's safety, and when I came to take a look, I was caught by the Chinese. They asked me to bring you a letter. ”

It seems like a long time, and it doesn't seem to be long. With his heart almost popping out of his throat, Benniel had no idea about time. Someone on the other side finally shouted, "You put your hands up and walk over slowly." After shouting, someone next to him shouted threateningly: "Don't move, I'll kill you if you move!" ”

"Okay! Good! I don't move. Raising his hands almost instinctively at gunpoint, Bennill cautiously walked towards the closed door. As he walked to the gate, a small crack opened in the door, and a strong arm reached out from it, grabbed Benniel by the collar, and dragged the boy inside, and then the door closed again.

Seeing that the messenger finally entered, Commander Wei Jianjun, who sent the American teenager as a messenger, breathed a sigh of relief. The guard next to him also relaxed, and he asked, "Company commander, what did you mean by the foreign language you just said to us?" ”

"I'll tell you to take that kid down and lock him up." Wei Jianjun replied.

The guard asked puzzledly: "Company commander, you let us lock him up, and he can speak Chinese." We don't understand you when you speak foreign languages. ”

"I didn't let you understand it, as long as the kid could understand it." Wei Jianjun was a little helpless about the sluggishness of the guards.

After receiving such a clear prompt, the guard suddenly realized, and he said with admiration: "No wonder that kid is so obedient and goes to deliver the letter." I was afraid of being arrested. After finishing speaking, the guard had a new question, "Company commander, why do you have to let that kid deliver the letter?" Can't we shout? ”

"Shouting? We've been shouting in San Francisco for a long time, and a few people are listening. When the Yankees saw us all the way through, would they really believe us? But if someone is willing to help, can we get them to trust us a little bit? Wei Jianjun continued to explain.

"That's right! That's right! The guard replied with a nod.

Wei Jianjun answered the questions of his comrades, first looked at his watch, and then looked at the mansion. The surrender of the poor and the surrender of the rich are two completely different things. Since my mother was the wife of an official of the Spanish Governor's Office in Luzon back then, her background was not bad, and her knowledge was naturally not bad. So Wei Jianjun is looking forward to this. The Liberation Army is not afraid of fighting, but time is so tight that it would be better to avoid fighting.