The little monkey wanted to give the knife wound medicine to the Americans, but was stopped by the scrivener, the other party didn't know what to do, and he didn't need to put a cold ass on his hot face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe attitude of the two sides is very subtle, although they are allies, they are in the same bed and have different dreams.

On the other side, Song Da Tongue had a dispute with the later British soldiers. The two sides disagreed over who would search for the bodies of the Japanese soldiers first. Song Da Tongue doesn't buy the accounts of British soldiers, you are the latest to come, why should you grab the credit. The British GIs, on the other hand, believed that they had played a leading role in the battle, and that they had played the most important role, although they had come late, and that they should have presided over the aftermath of the battle.

Song Da snorted angrily, pointed at the nose of the British officer and roared: "Why are the girls, if you don't come to Lao Tzu, you can wipe out all the devils." The girls just killed a few devils! "He couldn't speak clearly, and he was even more confused when he was angry, and he couldn't even hear his own people clearly.

The scrivener looked very familiar to these British GIs. Quickly remembered. The two sides met, and in the morning they passed by in this wood. Especially the black-and-yellow-skinned Southeast Asian, he was deeply impressed, and his wolf eyes were still so wild. Now he was in the crowd, staring at Song Da's tongue with a pair of deep eyes, which made people feel cold. The scrivener has a very bad impression of this person, and as an ally, he shouldn't look at people with this kind of eyes.

The atmosphere was a little stiff. There were dozens of British GIs, strong and aggressive. There are also a lot of people on Song Da's tongue side, which is a whole arrangement. Since they are all American-style equipment and are uniformly provided by the United States, the weapons of the Chinese soldiers are not inferior to those of the British, and they are more confident. The two sides are at a stalemate.

The leader of the British GIs began to draw closer to the American paratroopers, after all, the language was the same, and the two sides soon formed an alliance. The scrivener box and others stood on the side of Song Da's tongue. The two camps quietly confronted each other, and as soon as the battle ended, another confrontation began without the sound of gunfire.

Knowing English is the advantage of the scrivener, and he negotiated with the British on behalf of Song Da's tongue. After talking and talking, a consensus was finally reached that the bodies of the Japanese soldiers were divided equally between the two sides, and what was found belonged to each other. On the surface, it is a competition for valuable clues, such as intelligence, but in fact it is a competition for the results of the battle. Killed more than 20 Japanese soldiers, this record is extremely brilliant on anyone's head, and no one is willing to give it to others.

The results of the search were disappointing, with nothing of value other than a map and some weapons. Both sides were a little discouraged, fighting and fighting to get nothing. The scrivener box and Song Da Tongue joined forces, and the British combined with American paratroopers, and the road went to one side of the sky. The two sides are too awkward together, and once they fight, they can't have the effect of one plus one equals two.

The scrivener ordered Kong Zhaoqiang to untie the Japanese woman and take it away together. It was a miracle that such a fierce battle did not hurt her. The scrivener was very curious, of course he would not think that the Japanese woman was not killed simply because of her fate, maybe the Japanese soldiers deliberately avoided her when they fired. What is the origin of this female woman, it is worth so many Japanese soldiers to play for her.

Kong Zhaoqiang untied the rope tied to the trunk of the tree, intending to take the Japanese woman away. When the Japanese woman saw Kong Zhaoqiang coming again, terrifying memories surfaced in front of her, "Ah......" she screamed.

Suddenly, there were countless eyes looking at him. Many people have only now noticed that there is still a woman tied to the tree. Because he was not wearing clothes, his body was bitten by ants and other small insects, and he was red and swollen. Kong Zhaoqiang took off a relatively intact set of clothes from the corpse of the Japanese soldier and put it on her, and then tied it up.

At this time, the American paratrooper officer walked up to the British officer and whispered. The British officer's expression changed sharply, and he shouted at Kong Zhaoqiang: "Chinese stop, we will take this prisoner of war." He shouted and walked towards Kong Zhaoqiang. Behind him, a few British GIs followed, saying that they were dignitaries, more like robbing people.

Gong Daniu couldn't understand English, but he could guess what was going on. He was the first to block the way, "What are you doing, robbing people?" "Lao Gong has always been not afraid of things, but at this time, he has a murderous face, and it is not good for the king of heaven to rob people.

"Chinese, what are you going to do?" The British officer questioned, as if someone else had done something despicable. "My name is James, a lieutenant in the British Army." He further said.

The scrivener walked over and answered correctly in English: "Your Excellency, I should have asked you what you were going to do." ”

British officer James had a strange face, there are people in the Chinese army who understand English, which is rare, and generally such talents appear in the divisional headquarters, at least with the rank of captain, even major and lieutenant colonel. In other words, the Chinese soldier in front of him has a higher rank than him. James was a little depressed, and it was not a pleasure to be pressed by Chinese soldiers in terms of rank, but this did not affect his plans.

"I'm going to take this guy with me." James said in an unmistakable tone.

The scrivener is happy, I've seen shameless, but I've never seen such shameless. "Why?" He asked rhetorically.

"If it weren't for me and my soldiers, you would have been killed by the Japanese." James said.

This man is so thick-skinned. This is the first impression of the scrivener, "So, you killed all the Japanese soldiers?" The scrivener pointed to the corpses of Japanese soldiers all over the ground.

"It can be said that at least we took out the main force of the Japanese army." James replied.

This time there is no fun in the scrivener, this James is really thick-skinned, it seems that this guy is determined to rob people. "What if I don't give it?" He said with a cold face, no longer reasoning with the other party, because the other party didn't want to be reasonable at all. "If I asked you for someone, would you give it? How about letting that American soldier go with me? The scrivener asked rhetorically, he was referring to one of the six US military crew members who made a forced landing, the target of the rescue this time.

James also lowered his face, the Chinese were-for-tat, and there was no intention of giving in, which made him very angry, "Don't give?" My soldiers will not promise, and neither will the Allied Americans! My soldiers cannot sacrifice in vain. ”

Gong Daniu kept his mouth open and watched, he didn't understand English, like watching a pantomime performance. "What did the British devils say?" He couldn't help but ask.

The scrivener gave a brief introduction to the dialogue and told it to Gong Daniu, and it was also for Song Da's tongue. Gong Da Niu was the first to jump up, pointed at James's nose and scolded: "Let your mother's fart, you made a sacrifice?" Who taught you to mix? Without your master, you still beat the little devil to death......"

Gong Daniu jumped to his feet and scolded, at first he was reasonable, but then he simply scolded what was ugly, the scolding of the ancestral grandmother, and the scolding of the ancestors until the eighteenth generation of the ancestors.

The scrivener frowned, when did Lao Gong grow up and even scold people so fancy.