The black man naturally didn't know the scrivener's thoughts, at this time he was very surprised, he didn't expect the other party to understand English, which made him very happy, and there was no obstacle to communication. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You're here for training, too?" The black man asked again.

Trained? The scrivener shook his head, "I was sent by my superiors, and I don't know what to do." ”

The big black man was happy, revealing a full mouth of neat white teeth, which looked whiter against the dark skin, like ivory embedded in his mouth. "Chinese, you have to be ready, watch out for me spanking you. Hehe......" After the big black man finished speaking, he was happy again, and the muscles on his two arms jumped suddenly.

This time the scrivener did not respond, and he probably guessed the purpose of the trip, which should be to receive some kind of training, and then carry out special combat missions.

The big black man ignored the scrivener, turned around and walked over to a white woman who was grabbing a barbell, and flatteringly helped hold the barbell. A posture of pity and pity. The ambiguous mood is so incongruous with the smell of sweat all over the room.

The scrivener has been staring at the black man, and he can't help but sigh in his heart that if such a black guy is placed in China, he doesn't dare to think about it, it's just a monster! He had seen dark-skinned American GIs when he was training in Ramgarh, but he was far away at the time and didn't particularly care about it, thinking it was a disguise he had put on. Today was the first time I had seen it up close, and the shock was indescribable.

Seeing that the scrivener had been staring at him, the black man thought that the other party was provoking, so he swung his hammer-like fist at the scrivener, meaning that if he looked at it again, he would punch you.

Naturally, the scrivener didn't have the heart to do anything with the other party, nor did he have the heart to train, so he sat in a corner and watched coldly. With the unique intuition of a soldier, he felt that several foreigners in the room were masters, and there was a murderous aura in his gestures. What are you doing with a few foreigners? Will it be a special combat mission?

The scrivener thought as he shook the grains of sand in his hair. A few foreigners ignored him, and no one paid any attention to him, except for a small joke when he first entered. The old generation didn't care, he had been used to loneliness for so many years, and the lonely forest could walk in and out, let alone here.

After dark, seven foreigners walked out of the training room, the white woman and the big black man left first, then the other two women left, and the remaining three white men left last. It can be seen that these seven people are not a group, and each has its own small circle.

The scrivener was unfamiliar with the place, so he had to follow the three foreign men all the way. I really followed the right and walked all the way into the cafeteria. Dine. Then I followed each other and found the location of the dormitory. Three foreign men lived in one room, three white women lived in one room, and the rest of the big black men lived in a separate room.

The scrivener saw that there was still an empty house, so he occupied a separate one. The furnishings in the room are very simple, a long wooden bed, which can sleep about a dozen people at the same time. It's a waste to sleep on it alone. He sat cross-legged on the bed, his body twisted in a very strange position, and his whole body was almost coiled into a lump of flesh. Yoga Kung Fu, the scrivener has never been put down, and it must be practiced and consolidated in the dead of night.

The next day, the scrivener came to the big room for training as usual, and the seven foreigners had already arrived first, and they were training in full swing. This time, the scrivener was not idle, practicing his fists and kicks around a hanging sandbag.

Near noon, footsteps sounded outside the door, and a man walked straight to the training hall with his bag on his back. It's a newcomer again. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked out the window. A burly guy with a skull tattoo on his chest picked up a sandbag. The scrivener frowned, he was the one who threw his sandbag yesterday, right?

As soon as the door opened, swish, sandbags flew out with the sound of the wind. The person who just came in didn't know what was going on, so he raised his hand to resist. Laugh at...... There was a tearing sound, sandbags cracked, and grains of sand flew. The man at the door instantly turned into a native man.

"Who he. Mother. it, look for death, aren't you? There was a curse coming from the door.

Ha...... There was a burst of laughter in the room. Of course, the scrivener didn't smile and looked at everything that happened with a cold eye. He was too far from the doorway to do anything about the sandbags that flew out, or he would have stopped them.

"Who did it? Dare to admit it? Lao Tzu abolished your ......" The guy who was plotted scolded at the top of his throat. At first, it was quite civilized, but later the ancestors and grandmothers brought it out, and the standard Chinese-style scolding skills.

Only the scrivener box in the room can be understood, and the heart says that this Chinese countryman's scolding kung fu is very good, which army? You have to get to know each other.

Several foreigners looked at each other, not knowing what the other party was shouting, and judging from their expressions, they should not have said anything good. After all, you have done disgraceful things, and you still expect others to say something good?

The white man with the tattooed skull gradually turned cold, and although he didn't understand the language, he could guess that the other party was cursing. This is intolerable, and a Chinese soldier dares to argue with a soldier from the United States? He Chi. On his upper body, his fists were clenched, and the green tendons on his two arms were protruding.

"Alright man, don't be like them. I'll clean it up for you. The scrivener swept the sand from the other party's body as he spoke.

At this time, another person walked in outside the door, short in stature, short limbs, and stocky. Bhasin, it turned out to be him! The scrivener couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Bhasin also found the scrivener, looking at each other, filled with a faint smell of gunpowder. The two sides have fought each other, although Bhasin has lost. But this kid is not convinced, it is said that after going back, he closed the door for several months, and has been studying ways to deal with the scrivener box, looking for loopholes in the scrivener box's moves. Now that this kid is back in the mountains, he should have a certain amount of confidence.

Bhasin threw his bags on the ground and made a gesture to challenge the scrivener, looking impatient. A few months of penance need to be tested by the results.

At this moment, an accident happened, and with a whoosh, a sandbag smashed into Bhasin with the sound of the wind. This kid is "eye-to-eye" with the scrivener, and he never expected someone to sneak attack. By the time he realized it, the sandbags were already on top of his head. Unable to care about that much, Bhasin raised his iron fist to meet it.

Laugh at...... There was a sound of sandbags tearing. The yellow sand poured down, and Bhasin couldn't dodge, spilling from head to toe.

The scrivener box on the side almost laughed out loud, daring to throw sandbags is a meeting gift, and no one can escape this. He looked around, and it was no longer the man with the tattooed skeleton who threw the sandbag, but someone else.

The Chinese soldiers who were still scolding the street just now also stopped a lot at this time, because some people were as miserable as him.

Bhasin thundered, shaking the sand off his body and head while roaring, presumably swearing something. But he spoke Thai, and no one could understand him. The more furious he became, the more happy and uproarous the foreigners were on the sidelines...... A laugh rang out.