"Hi ......"

Mike in a motorcycle bucket. Lang straightened his arms like a clumsy pendulum, greeting everyone he knew at the base, as if hoping that everyone would cheer him back from Hell. The other hand was given to the German officer who was driving, pointing to the tent with the Red Cross flag flying.

When the motorcycle arrived at the tent door, there were already a few French infantrymen waiting there, and they were helping Mike up with their hands. Lang ran towards the tent, but something unexpected happened.

At the command of the French officer who led the team, the rifles of the French soldiers were raised, and several black muzzles were pointed at Tang Yunyang, who had already gotten out of the car, and the German officer who was still sitting on the motorcycle.

Faced with the rifles in the hands of the French infantrymen, Tang Yunyang couldn't figure out if these French people had gone crazy collectively.

He had no choice but to turn his head to Mike, who was being helped to the medical tent. Lang shouted for help.

"Hey! Feed...... What are they doing, tell them that I saved you! ”

That's when you can see that Mike. Lang was still interesting enough, and when he heard Tang Yunyang's shouting, he turned around and negotiated a few words with the officer in English, and then explained to Tang Yunyang in Chinese

"Oh, nothing, they just want you to hand over your weapons!"

As soon as he heard that he handed over his weapon, Tang Yunyang only felt that he was really depressed, can he treat his friends like this?

Mouth to Mike. Lang grumbled as he pointed his Mauser 98 and shell gun at the French infantryman.

"Fuck, you Lafitte squad aren't very friendly!"

As soon as several French soldiers saw him drop their weapons, they no longer pointed their guns at it, but escorted the German officer away according to the officer's command. And the officer obviously did not have a good impression of the Chinese, and glanced at Tang Yunyang as if warning, but did not say anything, and then left in a hurry.

"Ahh It can't be helped, it's war season! ”

Tang Yunyang, who was finally able to settle down and rest, looked around in the base with his eyes.

Anti-aircraft guns were erected in sandbag fortifications, soldiers rushing around with oil drums, pilots in flight suits scurrying out of tents.

From time to time, the planes roaring into the sky in the distance, and the "rumbling" cannon sound from the far distance was like a heavy drumbeat, all of which reverberated on the earth and in Tang Yunyang's ears without interruption.

The breath of war rippled around him, and looking at these, Tang Yunyang closed his eyes, because he had a feeling that he seemed to be in an illusion.

Even he guessed in his mind that when he opened his eyes again, it would all dissipate like smoke. And he rubbed his eyes and saw the rising sun through the window of his home, stretching out a sweet sloth.

When I opened my eyes again, it was still a picture of a noisy air base composed of the above shots. He smiled a little self-deprecatingly, probably laughing at his own childishness!

I don't know how long it took, Tang Yunyang seemed to smell a smell of food, and his stomach began to churn slightly from yesterday's hunger to now.

When he looked up, he saw a hand holding an iron plate carrying an unknown amount of food in front of him, and on top of the iron spoon was a large piece of bread baked to a golden brown.

He looked up at the owner of the hand, and saw a man like an angel.

She was about a military doctor, or a nurse, with a white apron covered in blood on her military uniform, and even a few blood marks on her face, as if she had just finished a big battle, and there seemed to be a trace of fatigue between her eyebrows.

Despite all the blood, that doesn't hide her beauty.

Her eyes were sea-blue, and if she accidentally fell into them, she would surely drown half to death. Her teeth were white, her long blonde hair was coiled behind her head, and the fine golden hairs on her face that flashed in the sun were clearly visible

This was the first time Tang Yunyang had been in such close contact with the French, especially young and beautiful women, so he didn't know what to say.

The French doctor muttered something and handed him the plate in her hand. It was about the meaning of asking him to eat, and the blue eyes flashed with a look of pity for the "little match girl".

Tang Yunyang gritted his teeth, and had the heart not to accept this charity, but the stomach that was not angry was gurgling vigorously. I had no choice but to reach out and take the slightly warm plate, showing the military doctor a smile of gratitude.

The female medic only nodded, handed him the cup in her other hand, and turned to leave.

Looking at the food, Tang Yunyang sighed, it seems that in this time and space, the status of the Chinese during World War I was also unimaginably low.

The food was about a mixture of canned beef and mashed potatoes, with the peculiar taste of military food, and the bread was quite fresh, and the wheat bread was fluffy and delicious soon after baking.

The hungry Tang Yunyang didn't care to distinguish the taste of the food in detail, usually mixing it with bread in his mouth and then washing it down with coffee.

While eating, he muttered in his heart: "Damn, since Lao Tzu is here, you have to turn it over for me this day." ”

At this moment, Mike, who was only wearing a shirt. Lang walked out of the ward, he was on crutches, the wounds on his body were re-wrapped, the splint on his leg was replaced with the one reserved for military doctors, and he looked much more energetic.

"I really didn't expect that you can eat so much military food!"

A typical Yankee, with bandages on his body, cigarette rolls in his mouth, and crutches can still wander around leisurely. Seeing Tang Yunyang's twisted face look like he had been bullied, he habitually shrugged his shoulders and changed the topic.

"It's okay, my leg isn't broken, it's just that the bone is cracked, it's probably not too much of a problem!"

Tang Yunyang pinched the soft bread and wiped the brown juice at the bottom of the plate, not because of how delicious they were. All that is in it is fat and starch, which is necessary to maintain physical strength, and as for the taste, it .......

"That's for tongue tricks!"

"You...... How did you introduce me to them? ”

What kind of identity he is here is related to Tang Yunyang's whereabouts, or he will soon be driven out of the barracks by these French soldiers who don't seem to understand anything about human affairs.

"You?! …… Don, it's irrelevant, the important thing is that they allow you to stay here for a while, at least until I'm well! ”

Mike supporting his body with crutches. Lang still seemed to spread out his hands to explain to Tang Yunyang.

Tang Yunyang threw the last piece of bread into his mouth, only chewed a few times before rushing down with the last sip of coffee, and asked, "Okay, don't go around in circles, what is my identity?" ”

"I ...... This one...... Haha, it doesn't matter...... Okay, okay! If you have to know. I told them that you were a messenger I had hired, so our commander agreed that you could stay here for the time being until my wounds were healed. ”

Tang Yunyang suddenly realized.

"When the messenger?".

This word reminded Tang Yunyang of what he had seen in the movie, holding a tray in his hand, with a white turban wrapped around his head, and respectfully bending over and opening his mouth: "Yes, the master ......"

Thinking of that appearance, Tang Yunyang shuddered.

"Oh, I see, it's because of this that they took my weapon, and I've become your rookie messenger, Mike. Lang, I really didn't expect you to treat the person who saved your life like this. Now I'm starting to wonder if you're going to have Japanese roots! ”

"Uh......h Tutu ......" At this moment, the sound of the propeller plane malfunctioning came from the sky.