Allan?? Alan was hiding in a ravine with a short-barreled rifle in his hand, and not far above the diagonal distance, a Chinese soldier was opening his belt. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Judging from this familiar action, Alan knows that this is the typical action of the old man who pulls his pants and sprinkles. He really wanted to shoot at this Chinese soldier immediately, the distance in a straight line was less than ten meters, and the chance of hitting was very good. However, Alan finally decided not to do it for the time being. The voice next to him proved that there were other Chinese soldiers around, and he hoped to wait until the Chinese soldiers turned around before he sneaked in. After all, the Chinese soldiers have just finished peeing on this ravine, and I think the Chinese will not be so vigilant, and it is not possible to kill several Chinese soldiers at one time.

The Chinese soldier was peeing and saying something, and Alan did not understand Chinese and did not understand it at all. But listening to the laughter around me, I think it's something that amuses the men. Because some of the laughter sounded fake and deliberate.

Peeing on it is Wang Dali who tried his best to smile at the comrades around him with a steady smile: "I have a Yankee on the lower right, haha." Whoever of you is on the right head will knock him out with one shot. ”

The comrades around were amused by this, "Haha! You kid just make it up! ”

"As far as the mad dogs of Texas are doing, if I dare to flash now, he'll probably shoot right away. I held back and didn't go any further. Hurry up! Ha ha! Because he was too excited, Wang Dali's voice sounded super fake.

This tone made the comrades feel that Wang Dali was not joking, and the squad leader took out a pistol and asked the soldier to pull behind his belt, and the whole person suddenly leaned out of the ravine. Before Alan could notice the threat above his head, the squad leader shot a hole in Allen's head with three shots in a row.

When Alan convulsed and fell to the ground, the squad leader was also pulled back to an upright state by the soldiers. And Wang Dali, who had always tried to hold his urine outside, jumped back to the position outside the shooting angle in the ravine like a zombie, and the excitement was so full of fear that the other comrades couldn't help but laugh.

However, the laughter only lasted a few times, and everyone quickly entered the state of battle. The Yankees are hiding in the ravines, and that's a terrible thing indeed. Rifles were raised, grenades were drawn, and the troops quickly surrounded the ravine, in case other Yankees were hiding inside.

Ten minutes later, the ravine was finally searched. There was no one living in it except for a Yankee who had been killed. This relieved the comrades of the troops.

"Peeing doesn't make people live in peace!" Wang Dali said indignantly.

In peacetime, these words and the tone of grief and indignation would have provoked laughter. And the troops at this time did not have such emotions. Not only did everyone not think it was funny, but looking at their expressions, there were some common enemies who were related to me.

Immediately after the incident, the troops continued to move forward with their guns in hand. In the vast land of Texas, the sparse net of the Liberation Army wants to become dense, and it is by no means an overnight time.

The autumn Texas vegetation has made the troop's search more effective. Of course, this is also the reason why it is necessary to start this time when millions of people join hands and enclose the iron wall. Texas is about 700,000 square kilometers, and the more than a million people scattered here by the Liberation Army can only be divided into two people on one square kilometer. If it's summer when it's a lush summer, it's going to be extremely difficult.

A million people holding hands can form a line nearly 2,000 kilometers long, which first encircles the Texas border and then advances steadily. Although it was slow and hard, Wang Dali and they could even pick out a Yankee hiding in the ravine, which also showed the meticulousness of the troops.

At this time, the encirclement network had been shrinking for more than ten days, and the troops generally advanced more than 100 kilometers. The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and the frequency of encounters with enemies is getting higher and higher. Wang Dali's unit slowly advanced with the other troops, and the ravines, woods, and grass were carefully combed like grates. Those places where people might be hiding are inspected by military dogs, and although military dogs are often interested in all kinds of rats or burrowing animals, they do have picked out many imaginative Texans.

After less than five kilometers of progress, Wang Dali saw some problems in the distance. Looking through the binoculars, it should be a humanoid object nailed to some wooden stake. The shadow was too good to see clearly, but Wang Dali put away the binoculars. He and his comrades had seen this situation more than once, nailed to stakes or hung from trees, with the corpses of Indians. Generally speaking, these Indians were brutally treated before they died, their organs cut off, or they were brutally beaten. After the Texans executed the Indians, they would put signs on the Indians that said, 'This is what happened to the Chinese.'

At this time, the sun was setting west, and the troops began to prepare for stationing. A large number of scouts and night shift personnel were prepared, and the fruits of the day's efforts could not be wasted at night. This is also the reason why the troops move slowly, and there is so much preparation to be done before each station.

After a night of nothing, the troops continued to advance the next day, and Wang Dali finally had a chance to reach the hanging corpses. About twenty people were hoisted high, only three or four of them were Indians, and the remaining dozen or so were all dark-skinned blacks. Wang Dali asked the deputy platoon commander next to him with some puzzlement, "I remember that there are blacks in the United States, why do these Texans want to hang blacks?" ”

The deputy platoon commander sneered: "Blacks are slaves in the United States, when do Americans treat slaves as human beings?" ”

These words reminded Wang of the previous training, which included the issue of white and black Americans. There were no blacks in the Americas, and these blacks were brought to the Americas from Africa by British and European slave traders. Although the black man's dark skin made Wang Dali feel a little unpleasant and dirty, but the black man was slaughtered like this, and Wang Dali naturally had some sympathy.

After walking a short distance, suddenly there was a gunshot in front of me. The Liberation Army reacted immediately, and the troops lay down while determining the enemy's location. Then the motorcycle troops immediately set out and outflanked the enemy in the back. As before, the enemy did not expect the reaction of the Liberation Army to be so swift and so aggressive. Seeing the motorcycle troops of the Liberation Army circling towards their rear, the Yankees could no longer bear it, and they jumped on their horses one after another, trying to use the straightest route to compete with the motorcycle troops of the Liberation Army in the field.

When the two teams get closer, it is not clear who has the speed advantage for the time being. The light machine guns mounted on the lid of the trike then began to fire, and the first two cavalrymen were knocked off their horses after a few moments, while the riders behind had to choose to stay away from the light machine guns, or lie on their backs to try to avoid the light machine gun fire. Either way, they were easily overtaken by motorcycles. The enclosure was quickly completed.

Seeing such a situation, Wang Dali breathed a sigh of relief. After this daily drama is over, the troops can move on. I didn't expect that the Texans were very calm and stubborn after being surrounded, and I don't know how many bullets they brought, anyway, the gunfire was fierce. Subsequent motorcycles carried mortars over, and a few shells hit the target, and the Texan resistance ended.

Just as the troops began to continue their search and advance, the Japanese who accompanied the team rushed over and brought out more than 20 people, among whom the prisoners were actually blacks. Wang Dali was puzzled at this moment, and he asked the deputy platoon commander, "Didn't you say that blacks are slaves?" How can there be slaves who work so hard for their slave owners? ”

The deputy platoon commander was stunned at first, he didn't expect that there were several black people among the moth-like attackers. Not far behind are a dozen blacks who were hanged by Texans, and in front of them are blacks who are fighting to the death for the United States. The deputy platoon commander frowned and said, "These blacks are probably not in a gang. ”

Wang Dali thinks that this explanation can also explain a lot of problems, maybe the classification of blacks in the United States is completely different, blacks are slaves, and some blacks are more slaves than others. At this moment, the instructor passed by the line and heard comments on why the blacks did not rise up and resist. The instructor immediately ran to the battalion commissar, and not long after, the battalion commissar came with an interpreter and an instructor to stop the Japanese, and they took the blacks away in the direction of the bodies of the blacks hanging high.

In the evening, the army still adhered to the system of holding meetings. After being informed of the battles faced by the troops, as well as the latest rotations, the battalion was ready to dismiss. Wang Dali couldn't help but raise his hand to ask to speak, and after receiving permission, Wang Dali asked: "What do the blacks who were caught in the day think about the white people hanging the black people?" ”

The battalion commander was a little stunned, and the battalion commissar got up and replied: "Those blacks said that if they were willing to work hard for the whites, they would probably be treated fairly by the whites." So they were not forced to come, but applied to participate in the battle themselves. ”

Wang Dali was stunned when he boarded, he couldn't quite understand what the battalion political commissar meant. Or that he couldn't understand the thoughts of those black people at all. Knowing that people don't see blacks as human beings, there are still blacks who hope to get the opportunity to be recognized by whites by dying for whites. Wang Dali feels that there is no principle of reciprocity in this kind of logical thinking.

The political commissar saw that many comrades did not know what was happening, so he told the comrades what had happened during the day. The comrades in the army, like Wang Dali, could not understand the logical thinking of those blacks who participated in the war. Since they are the oppressed, why not rise up and rebel when the oppressors have been hit hard? Instead, he willingly served as cannon fodder for the oppressors. As for the thoughts of black Texans, the soldiers of the Liberation Army really feel that they can't grasp it.