When Kapi was about two kilometers away, Huang Fugui, who had already been notified, came with a team of people to pick up Qin Zhiyuan and them.

The people brought by Huang Fugui are all Chinese, there are three or four hundred people, Qin Zhiyuan found a lot of fresh faces, so he asked Huang Fugui: "Where did you find these people?" ”

"Like us, they are all laborers, they are all in the fourth batch, I just arrived today, I heard that you are coming back, so I discussed with their team leader and borrowed some people to pick up everyone." Huang Fugui looked at the stretchers in the team with a pale face, if he knew that those white cloths were wrapped in the corpses of Chinese soldiers, he would probably reconsider the gains and losses of following Qin Zhiyuan.

"It's different from us, we are now the 6th Regiment of the French Foreign Legion, a regiment dominated by Chinese." Qin Zhiyuan looked at the Chinese laborers who were cowering and didn't dare to step forward to pick up the stretcher, and shook his head a little in his heart, this quality is not half a star.

The laborers on the "Victory News" were also shrunk when facing foreigners. It was only because of the addition of Qin Zhiyuan's unexpected factor that he straightened his waist in front of foreigners, and first of all, he was not afraid of foreigners psychologically, which slowly released the nature of a "bully".

This group of laborers obviously did not have such a good life, there was no one like Qin Zhiyuan among them, even if it was a group of lions, they could only become obedient sheep.

"Master Huang, these gentlemen are all our Han Chinese?" A bearded leopard-headed and ring-eyed man in the labor team leaned over to Huang Fugui's side and asked in a whisper of disbelief.

"That's right, these are all us Chinese." Huang Fugui replied affirmatively, and then introduced to Qin Zhiyuan: "Master Qin, this is Qin Haoge, a good man from Yuncheng, Shandong, speaking of which, it is still your own family." ”

"Brother Qin, it's hard work." Qin Zhiyuan naturally stretched out his hand to Qin Haoge.

"Tsk...... Qin Ye, you're really amazing. Qin Haoge wiped his hands on the labor clothes on his body a little crampedly, and then shook hands with Qin Zhiyuan very unnaturally.

"Look at your outfit, tweed gown, big leather shoes, long guns and short guns...... Tsk, if you don't speak, I will definitely think that you are a foreigner, but I dare not say that you are Han. Qin Haoge praised again and again, and his envy was beyond words.

"Hehe, if you want, I'll go back and get you such a suit later, maybe if you behave well, you can get an officer to do." Qin Zhiyuan casually promised, obviously this is not a big deal for Qin Zhiyuan.

If the Sixth Regiment wants to develop and grow, Chinese laborers are the best source of soldiers, and Qin Zhiyuan will not let go of any opportunity. Of course, it also depends on whether the laborer himself is willing, if the laborer himself is unwilling to join the army, Qin Zhiyuan will not force it, after all, joining the Foreign Legion, although he can get a high salary, but it is also more dangerous, there will definitely be people who are unwilling to take risks, and they are only willing to stay in the rear to earn 5 francs a day.

"Really...... It's true? Qin Haoge was a little overjoyed, but he obviously heard hesitation.

It's no wonder that Qin Zhiyuan and his party, although their outfits are majestic, they look quite miserable, not only carrying many wounded soldiers on stretchers, but also most of them are injured when they can walk independently, which fully shows the danger of mixing this outfit, according to the Chinese habit of always seeking good fortune and avoiding evil, most of them have to think about joining in.

"What kind of steamed boiling, help, come on, come on, brother, I'll take a hand, brother, you rest." Qin Haoge was still hesitating, someone over there had already come up to help, and he was quite enthusiastic when he heard this.

"This is Brother Zhang Tianshou from Bazhou, it was Brother Zhang who came out just now to call so many brothers to help." Huang Fugui whispered beside Qin Zhiyuan.

Zhang Tianshou shouted, came up and snatched the stretcher from the hands of a Chinese soldier, and then called for the laborers to help. Someone took the lead, and the laborers immediately showed their intimacy with being Chinese and went up to help.

"Thank you, brother." Zhang Tianshou took the stretcher in Chen Kangjian's hand, Chen Kangjian thanked him, and then took out a bag of camels from his body: "Come, brother, smoke one." ”

"Hey, this is foreign smoke, a good thing." Zhang Tianshou had a cigarette pouch pinned to his waist, thinking that he was also a smoker, seeing the camel in Chen Kangjian's hand, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he stretched out two fingers to pull one out of the cigarette case.

"It's not a good thing, just this thing, it's enough!" Chen Kangjian was quite generous, stuffed the whole bag of camels into Zhang Tianshou's hand, and then took out a new bag from his body.

When Chen Kangjian took out a cigarette, he didn't know whether he had a heart or no doubt, he actually brought out three or four rings, and scattered them all over the place.

"Golden ...... Gold tweezers? Zhang Tianshou's eyes are quite good, and he can see the texture of the ring at a glance.

"Hehe, foreigners, we killed at least tens of thousands of Germans during the day, and this was taken from the Germans." Chen Kangjian picked up the ring, didn't wipe it, and just put it in his pocket casually.

"Then the foreigner will let you masturbate?" Zhang Tianshou was suddenly in awe of Chen Kangjian, is this still Han? It's better than foreigners!

"Dead are dead, can you still control Lao Tzu to give him a golden hammer? Don't say it's dead, even if it's alive, as long as Lao Tzu sees it, he has to take it down for Lao Tzu. Chen Kangjian's face was proud, and a domineering spirit jumped out of his words: "This thing is not rare, you ask our brothers, that one doesn't have three or two in his pocket?" A lot. ”

When Chen Kangjian picked up the gold ring from the ground just now, the kind of dirt that he didn't bother to blow about made the best proof of his words, this thing is really not uncommon.

"Brother, you're this!" Zhang Tianshou gave Chen Kangjian a thumbs up, not for Chen Kangjian's temper of treating gold as dung, but for Chen Kangjian's arrogance of treating foreigners as dung.

"Ahem...... I don't think you're bad brother, you've practiced with this body, haven't you? Chen Kangjian looked at Zhang Tianshou's sturdy figure, and made the old mistake again.

"After practicing for a few days, I can't do anything, and I can't compare to you, brother." Zhang Tianshou looked at Chen Kangjian's steady and powerful legs, and subconsciously squinted his eyes: "Brother's leg work is not bad!" ”

"Wowhaha...... Well, when we return to Kapi, our brothers will play with both hands...... "Finally someone can compare and compare, Chen Kangjian laughed so much that he wanted to cry.

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Just when Chen Kangjian and Zhang Tianshou were close, Zheng Dali and Hu Tingfeng were not idle, cigarettes, canned food, chocolates and other things were all sent out in whole packs, vividly interpreting the style of a "local tyrant" army.

After a while, the crowd returned to Kapi. Falcao was waiting at the gate of the camp with a group of Indian laborers, and when he saw Qin Zhiyuan and them returning, Falcao immediately stepped forward to salute Qin Zhiyuan, and offered his knees while congratulating him. The Indian laborers also rushed up, took the stretchers and the wounded from the Chinese workers, and rushed to the wounded barracks with a puff of smoke.

The laborers were intrigued by the hospitality of Falcao and the Indian laborers, and the Chinese soldiers took it for granted. In the eyes of the laborers, this kind of lightness of the fighters is the best commentary on the soldiers' "killing in all directions" as they say.

As more and more Chinese, Falcao carved out a piece of land in Kapi as a camp for the Chinese, and the soldiers had just returned from the front line, and they had no time to arrange a station, so they returned to the Chinese camp to rest.

Qin Haoge and Zhang Tianshou were quite enthusiastic, and they would direct the laborers to help set up tents, boil hot water, or something, and the Chinese soldiers were not polite, so they sat aside to rest.

The chubby chef came out of the kitchen with a kettle in his hand: "Brothers, here comes the water......"

Suddenly, the chef relented.

The warriors were already staggering to sleep, they snuggled up to each other, supported themselves, and fell asleep.