Ma Qiang took out a small yellow canvas bag from his backpack, which contained some small eavesdropping equipment and some of Lin's personal belongings. Lin Xiuxuan took the burden, opened it calmly, and quickly looked for what he wanted from inside, while looking at Officer Lao Rong from the corner of his eye.

"Binggen, give me your pass, quick!" He said, Binggen was a little inexplicable, but he still handed the pass to Lin Xiuxuan, and the forest pass rolled it up and stuffed it into his bag.

Without waiting for Binggen to speak, the old man over there had already arrived next to the co-pilot's seat, squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Xiuxuan for a while, and then stretched out a pale left hand, his right hand was still behind his back, looking full of style:

“Laissez - passer。”

“OK, attendez。”

Lin Xiuxuan pretended to look down for something, and replied that Binggen and the French police were stopped by his French sentence at the same time.

Lin Xiuxuan half-opened the door, deliberately letting the old man see that he was rummaging through the bag, and then hurriedly pulled out the crumpled pass from it. Next to him, Binggen couldn't figure it out at all, the pass had obviously been given to him, why did he act so much in one fell swoop?

When the French police officer reached out to pick it up with a puzzled face, a thing entrapped in it fell to the ground, and Ma Qiang behind him chuckled in his heart, thinking, could it be that the team leader's bugging device fell out, he knew that this bag was full of some things that Lin never left his body, and eavesdropping was his professional habit and personal hobby, so the eavesdropping device always kept him.

Officer Laujon bent down and picked up something from the ground, a Chevalier de la Légion de la Légion de la Léprineur.

“C’est à toi?” The officer asked in amazement, even if Binggen next to him couldn't understand the meaning of the French sentence, he could feel the old man's tone become strange and kind,

“Est，L’attaque de de Sarre， Septembre 1939。”

Lin Xiuxuan replied calmly. When Laujon asked him how he had the medal, he lied that he had obtained it in 1939 during the attack on Saarland, the only time the French had launched a small-scale offensive from the Maginot Line at the same time as the German invasion of Poland, the so-called sit-down war on the Western Front.

"La Légion étrangère (in the Foreign Legion?) ）”

The officer continued, this seemed to be the only possibility, and he felt that although the man in front of him was wearing a coarse cloth garment usually worn only by restaurant runners or shop apprentices, there was no doubt that he was indeed a soldier in terms of personal temperament.

"Yes, in the 13th Foreign Infantry Regiment." Lin Xiuxuan replied proudly in French.

The officer suddenly stood straight, then saluted. At this moment, not only Binggen, but even the boatswain Ma Qiang behind him, the patrols and passers-by around him, and the pseudo-policeman Wang looking from afar, couldn't touch the north all of a sudden.

Lin Xiuxuan jumped out of the truck, solemnly accepted the medal, and then returned a French-style military salute, his lie of pretending to be honored is a little shameless, this medal was awarded by the French government during his tenure in the French Martial Arts Embassy, in recognition of his contribution to building bridges in African disobedience, to some extent only ceremonial and symbolic. He just hurriedly removed the ribbon with the year written on the medal, and then stuffed it into the pass and then pretended to drop it inadvertently, just to make this clumsy drama that he couldn't bear to look at it directly, and it became a little like that, but although this medal was made 70 years later, the production process is still according to tradition, so there is no flaw in the appearance.

"I thank you for what you have done for our country."

The old man choked up.

"I'm proud of what I can do." Lin Xiuxuan said unashamedly, no one around could understand their French conversation, and they just looked at them blankly.

"So in 1940, you were also in France?" Laurong asked eagerly, apparently swallowing the hook.

"It's a long story," Lin calmly paused for a moment, "we first boarded the ship in Calais to sail for Norway, but then changed at short notice and went to Belgium. At first, he did a good job, blocking the enemy's attack, but then ......" He turned his head, made painful memories, and deliberately moved to the side to draw the officer's attention away from the truck.

At this time, there were 2 patrols who were about to climb into the truck to check, and found that Officer Lao Rong was not looking at this side, and he just gave the kid in the car a salute, it seems that this favor is very iron, so they turned to the car behind each other, and a policeman in front waved vigorously, asking Binggen to go quickly, Binggen was still looking at Lin Xiuxuan below in a daze, Ma Qiang got into the cab, put his arm around his shoulder, and urged him to go quickly.

The French police officer didn't notice the truck passing by at all, and he was still there listening to the lies compiled by Lin Xiuxuan.

"On May 13th, I remember very well, it was on this day that they broke through the Maas River, and the first echelon quickly couldn't stop it, and we retreated overnight on our bicycles."

"Oh my God?" The old man's expression fluctuated with Lin Xiuxuan's story, and he fell into deep despair, and at this time, Lin Xiuxuan had already figured out that the police officer was not in France at that time. So the risk of deception starts to get smaller.

"Yes, we began to collapse again from Sedan, they sent out those screaming bombers, and killed the regimental commander Julian, who was actually already the second regimental commander, and heard that Guderian had erected a pontoon bridge over the Maas River, and his tank went around behind us and gave us a ferocious blow. Originally, we were going to break out and retreat to Paris, but ......"

Lin Xiuxuan shrugged helplessly, "You know." The war was over, and at last we received an order to surrender to the nearest German unit. ”

"Yes, Paris has fallen." The old man said gloomily as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Then the new government gave us two choices, either dissolve on the spot or transfer to Africa, and I chose to leave." Lin said slowly, he skimmed the truck and had already passed, so this thrilling story should also be over.

"Why not go to Africa, where I have heard that it is possible to join the army of the Free French, I mean General de Gaulle? Actually, my son is now in the army of the Free France. The old man said.

"However, my own country is also being invaded, so I choose to come back." Lin Xiuxuan said righteously.

"Sir, I'd love to know what your name is, I've heard that every soldier of the Foreign Legion has a French name when he joins?"

"Yes, when I was in the Legion, they called me 'Stanislas. Laver'. ”

Making up lies to deceive people is easy for Lin Xiuxuan.

The two shook hands, and then said goodbye, Lin Xiuxuan crossed the road with his head held high, and jumped back into the truck 20 meters in front, he could see from the mirror that the colonel was still watching him leave with his hands behind his back. He was excited about his escape from this risk, and he was quite proud of the fact that he had quickly compiled a complete and self-justifying lie.

"Big brother, I didn't expect you to speak French?" On the other hand, Binggen said across Ma Qiang.

"Many years ago, I ran a business in the French Concession in Tianjin, so I can talk a little." Lin casually made up another nonsense to prevaricate, and then returned the pass to Binggen. Binggen only knew that he was still in the countryside last year to help the owner open a winery, so he couldn't let him know that he was still working as a foreign mercenary in France last year.

Fortunately, Binggen didn't ask much, the only flaw in Lin Xiuxuan's lie was why the French police in France saluted him, when Binggen was sitting in the driver's seat, he didn't see the knightly medal of the Legion of Honor that Lin Xiuxuan deliberately dropped on the ground, but the French saluted him to see it, of course, another strange thing is that now Lin Xiuxuan is sitting in the cab with an errand and porter, and the owner is standing alone in the back basking in the sun, and it doesn't seem to be very in line with the rules of a big family.

To the east of the border, along the empty Hongqiao Road, are deserted small factories, mostly printing and dyeing, textile and non-ferrous metal processing workshops.

It's almost time to find a reason to break up with Binggen, Lin Xiuxuan saw Meilin Canned Food Co., Ltd. on the side of Hongqiao Road at a glance, so he excused the owner to inspect the canning factory and asked Binggen to stop. After paying the car money and giving an extra 5 yuan, the three of them got out of the car with a large bag and a small bag.

Before driving, Binggen seemed to remember something, he hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but remind Lin Xiuxuan that at 6 o'clock in the evening, all entrances and exits inside and outside the concession were closed, and there were many patrols on the road, and passers-by could be stopped at any time to check their luggage. Of course, Cingen was able to say this, with all good intentions, but the boatswain could still hear some extraneous sounds, and the enthusiastic driver was still a little suspicious of the three people here, otherwise he would not have said this.

The three of them said goodbye to Binggen, and really went to the gate of the Merlin Cannery to slam the door. Buying food that is easy to store is also one of the tasks of their trip, and since they have seen it, it is better to ask for a price first, although the question of money has not yet been settled.