Zhao Yunlai couldn't bear it, he didn't have much of a good impression of the British soldiers, but now he was even more disgusting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Are the British amazing? In Ren'anqiang, it was not the same as being beaten all over the ground by the Japanese army. London, bombed into ruins by German planes! He pointed directly to the other party's sore spot, and there was no need to save any face. He worked in the division headquarters, and only then did he know that these secrets, which were no longer secrets, were not known to ordinary Chinese soldiers, because the news was too closed.

"British? Hehe...... "The foreign GI was amused, pointing to the armband on his shoulder, "See clearly, we are American soldiers, America, USA." ”

This time it was Zhao Yunlai's turn to be dumbfounded, and it was not a British soldier who made trouble for a long time, but an American soldier of his mother. After thinking about it, it doesn't matter if you are old or beautiful, you can't insult our Chinese soldiers!

At this time, the bookbox interjected: "Whether it is a British soldier or an American soldier, we are all equal, not your subordinates, let alone your slaves." Everyone came together for a common goal, hoping that there would be no discordant notes. We Chinese have never caused trouble, and we are not afraid of things! "He used English, and due to his limited level, he spoke intermittently, and in some places the expression was not very accurate, but the meaning was still conveyed to the other party.

The face of the American soldier who spoke just now was not very good-looking, and the words of the scrivener were neither humble nor arrogant, so that he could not refute them.

At this time, an American soldier who looked like an officer came over: "Chinese, we are here to change guards, the 2nd battalion and 2nd platoon of the 5307 Marauder Unit of the US Army." From now on, the heights of Uriel will be garrisoned by our troops, and you can go back. Good luck. "In the end, it's an officer, and it's polite to speak.

The scrivener pointed to the trenches on the position, saying that it had just been dug in the morning and was now handed over. As for the rest, there was nothing to hand over, they were all blown flat by shells. After a brief explanation, the scrivener led the people to prepare for evacuation. At this time, the American officer spoke again: "The Chinese wait a minute." ”

The scrivener and the others stood still, turned their heads and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The American officer stepped forward, followed by a soldier with a pen and paper in his hand. "Can you report on your casualties, we will judge the number and combat effectiveness of the Japanese army based on the casualty figures. In addition, where are your fallen soldiers buried, we will disinfect them. ”

Zhao Yunlai's eyes were on fire, was this asking, it was simply an insult. He clenched his fists and rushed forward. The scrivener grabbed him, stepped forward to block him behind him, and then sneered at the American officer: "Hehe, honorable Anonymous Commander, I can tell you clearly that the casualty figure of our Chinese army is zero. In addition, I can also tell you responsibly that the Japanese army has two platoons, but please rest assured, one platoon has been killed by us Chinese, and there is one platoon left, which is equivalent to the strength of His Excellency the Commander. As for the corpses, they are all on the ground, and you can disinfect them one by one. ”

After the scrivener finished speaking, he led the brothers to stride down the mountain, without even looking back. The remaining American officers were stunned in place, zero casualties, how could it be, the Chinese brains were in water!

The mountain was not blocked by the Japanese soldiers, and the water was still standing in the low-lying places, and the feet stepped on it and left a series of deep foot sockets. Zhao Yunlai hummed as he walked, obviously angry with the American soldiers.

"What's the matter, Lao Zhao, my stomach hurts?" Gong Daniu asked.

Zhao Yunlai shook his head, still humming.

Kong Zhaoqiang interjected: "By the way, Lao Zhao, what did you say to the American devil, look at your face is not quite right." ”

Zhao Yunlai ignored it and just hummed.

"Company commander, what's the matter with falling to the ground?" The little monkey also asked.

"It's okay to talk less, go your way." The scrivener reprimanded.

The little monkey shrank his neck and stopped asking.

Six people walked out of the mountain while on guard. The mountain road is muddy and it is laborious to walk. At such a speed, it is dark to get out. Unbeknownst to them, an airwave had been transmitted back to the Allied base from the Uriel Heights: six Chinese soldiers were returning to the base, and it was dark enough to reach Place A.

The American officers could not figure out how the Chinese could have zero casualties when they were stationed in positions for seven days and seven nights. Their own casualties may be faked, but the battle results cannot be faked, the corpses of the Japanese soldiers are all clearly displayed, and it is almost the same without a platoon. How do they do it?

"It was reported that not a single body of a Chinese soldier was found on the position." There are reports of American GIs.

The American officers were even more skeptical, could it really be zero casualties? God, how is that possible......

The six people in the scrivener box were on the road for half a day, and finally walked out of the mountains before dark, and finally there was a mountain road in front of them. A dilapidated green-skinned jeep is parked on the side of the road, and the driver leans back in his chair and smokes a cigarette leisurely. This person is very familiar, it is the Tang guard.

"It won't be the one who picked us up." Kong Zhaoqiang said.

"Definitely." Lu Shuting, who rarely spoke, replied.

When Guard Tang saw someone coming, he jumped out of the car and waved at the six people: "I'm here to pick you up, great, there are a lot of them." Hurry up and get in the car, the head of the regiment is waiting to pick you up. ”

It's really picking us up! The six people were excited and jumped into the car one after another.

The car did not drive very fast, on the one hand, because the sky was getting darker, and on the other hand, the mountain roads were rough and difficult to walk. The car bumped all the way and did not return to the station until the second half of the night. As soon as the car stopped, two guards ran towards him and said to Guard Tang: "The regiment commander is waiting at the headquarters, hurry up." ”

Guard Tang did not dare to delay, and led six people to the regiment headquarters.

The regimental headquarters was in the southwest corner of the station, with a separate courtyard and several sentry posts at the gate. They naturally recognized Tang Zhongcheng, and they went in without much effort. There are three floors of courtyards inside, and many of the houses are lit up, so even in the middle of the night, people are inevitably going in and out.

Tang Zhongcheng led the six people in the scrivener box through the courtyard on the first floor, and stood at a doorway on the left side of the courtyard on the second floor.

"Report to the head of the group, Tang Zhongcheng asks to see you." Tang Guard reported the number.

"Come in." There was a voice from inside.

"Yes." Guard Tang motioned for the six scriveners to wait outside first, and he went in to report.

Soon there was an echo, and the Tang guard let a few people in. The room was spacious, with three electric lights hanging in a row on the roof, various maps pasted on the walls, a saber and a telescope. The furnishings in the room are simple, just a table and a few chairs. This table is very large, and it is not crowded with more than a dozen people, and there are all kinds of office supplies on the table.

The scrivener was recognized at a glance, and sitting in the middle of the table was Liu Fangwu and Liu Tuan. There were also two people who were writing and drawing on a map, not paying attention to the arrival of outsiders, and not even raising their heads.

"Report to Captain Liu, we're back." The scrivener said with a standard salute. Five others also saluted.

Before head Liu spoke, he counted: "One, two, three, four, five, six, good, good, one is not less." I knew you could get the job done, but I didn't expect it to be so beautiful. Okay, great. Increase the prestige of our army! Hahaha......" Laughter echoed through the huge room.