Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

Qiao turned over and squatted down with Zhang Huaizhi, one pretending to tighten his shoelaces while the other put his head into the iron bucket, pretending to pack up the things in the bucket.

The patrolling American soldiers laughed: "Hey, brother, how does the swill taste?"

Zhang Huaizhi stood up straight, tightened his mask, and raised his middle finger to the American soldiers passing by.

The American patrolman also raised his middle finger in response: "Fuck you."

The laughter faded away, and the two men picked up the iron bucket and walked towards the military camp.

There was no one around, so Qiao turned over, took off his mask, spat, pointed at the American military camp and cursed: "They even built a door. Really, they are so arrogant."

The two entered the house and saw that it was filled with tents, just like a house. They were dumbfounded: Where are we going? Where is the kitchen?

Qiao turned over and reacted quickly. There were traces of spilled swill on the road. He followed the swill and found the kitchen.

Qiao turned over and sniffed, thinking: In fact, I can find it by smelling it. I can smell the aroma of meat.

The two of them went to the tent nearby where the smell of meat wafted from.

A fat, big-eared officer came out of the tent on the other side of the corridor and yelled at the two men, "Assholes, that's where you guys went, get over here."

Zhang Huaizhi pulled Qiao Fanshe over there. Later, Qiao Fanshe found out that the tent with the smell of meat was the officers' exclusive kitchen. They were not allowed to go there, and they were not qualified to work in it.

The fat Mi Jun hit them on the head and said, "Go over there, you bastards, and peel the potatoes."

The two men carried an iron bucket to a tent. There was a huge pile of potatoes on the ground. The two men drooled and put down the iron bucket to peel potatoes.

Fat Mijun took a look and left.

Joe turned over, grabbed two and threw them into the stove beside him, muttering quietly, "Let's have something hot, too."

After peeling a few potatoes, Zhang Huaizhi smelled the aroma of roasted potatoes, picked some out, looked around to see if there was anyone around, peeled the potatoes, and stuffed them into his mouth. He didn't care about the pain on his tongue due to the burn. After eating one, both of their faces were covered with dust.

Just then, an American soldier poked his head in, glanced at them and left.

The two were shocked: they were exposed.

The American soldier was talking to another person outside the tent: "When did these two Indians come? They only know how to steal food."

Zhang Huaizhi laughed: You think I'm an Indian.

Just as I was relieved, the tent door opened and an American soldier asked stupidly, "Are you Windtalkers?"

Zhang Huaizhi didn’t know what Windtalkers were, so he shook his head and said nothing.

The American soldier chuckled and said, "Can you speak your language?"

Zhang Huaizhi understood, but he couldn't speak the Indian language, so he thought of a phrase from his hometown dialect: "You are a bastard!"

The American soldier smiled and said, "Good, Good." Then he left with a smile.

As soon as he left, three American soldiers brought in some onions and started working together in the tent.

Qiao turned over and looked at Zhang Huaizhi, and they both understood: it was dangerous.

There was a small door in the tent. Zhang Huaizhi saw the three American soldiers wrapping onions and then going towards the small door. He couldn't help but be curious, so he went over to take a look and saw several soup pots inside.

An American soldier saw Zhang Huaizhi poking his head out and shouted angrily, "Hurry up and work."

Zhang Huaizhi hurried back to peel potatoes.

After the three American soldiers finished with the onions, they brought three more boxes containing canned beef and chocolate, which they divided into several portions.

It's obvious that it's for officers.

Qiao turned over and his saliva wet his mask. Zhang Huaizhi tried hard not to laugh.

The three American soldiers finished their work and looked at the two guys peeling potatoes. One of them called out, "Jeb."

Zhang Huaizhi raised his head and looked at the American soldier.

The American soldier slapped his thigh and said, "I called Jeb, why are you looking at me?"

Zhang Huaizhi understood: it turns out that my name is not Jeb, but the squad leader. He kicked Qiao to turn over and reminded him to be careful. Zhang Huaizhi did not dare to say anything, as he would be exposed if he spoke.

There were three American soldiers, two of them checked the soup pot, and the remaining one felt that there was something wrong with the two people peeling potatoes, so he asked them to take off their masks.

Three American cooks came into the room and asked Zhang Huaizhi: "What happened to you? Were you beaten by the soldiers?"

They all asked to take off their masks so that they could see their beaten faces.

Qiao turned over and knew that he could not escape.

As Mi Jun approached, Zhang Huaizhi suddenly fell down. Mi Jun bent over to help him, but Qiao turned over and knocked him down with his elbow.

The remaining three American soldiers seemed to be frozen in place, staring at the two men in disbelief.

Zhang Huaizhi stood up again, holding a pistol in his hand. He pointed it at them and said nonsense: "I'm telling you, I'm possessed by the devil. You, take those ropes and tie me up."

The one who was checking the soup pot also came back and raised his hand when he saw the gun muzzle. The five American soldiers didn't dare to say a word and helped each other. After tying up four of them, the last one was so anxious that he turned around with the rope. He saw a piece of wood in the tent, picked it up and hit the man on the head with it. The man fell to the ground immediately.

Qiao Fanshen and Zhang Huaizhi carried them to the back of the soup pot in the tent.

The soup pot began to bubble, and Zhang Huaizhi unbuttoned his pants and added seasonings to the pot.

The two men put canned beef and chocolate into an iron bucket, covered it with potato peels, lifted it up and walked out.

Passing by the tent with the aroma of meat, the two of them went in. There was a grill with meat being grilled there. The aroma was so strong that they almost died of greed. Regardless of the heat, they grabbed the meat and put it into the iron bucket.

Joe turned over and muttered: Fortunately, I put some extra potato peels in and covered it tightly.

Zhang Huaizhi saw some discarded wrapping paper in the corner and put it on the iron bucket.

Just after they walked a few steps out of the door, they met an American soldier who asked two people to put down the iron bucket. They opened the dirty packaging bag and saw that it was potato peels. He urged them to carry it out quickly.

The two men walked out of the small gate of the military camp and met the patrol team again.

The patrolman smiled playfully and asked what I wanted to eat.

Joe turned over and responded to them with the only English he knew: "Fuck you."

The American soldiers laughed and walked away happily.

Back in the woods, the two captured firemen slowly woke up. Joe turned over and gave them each an electric shock, knocking them out again.

Then the four of them took out the food and devoured it.

A soldier was chewing steak and choked. After swallowing it with great difficulty, he complained to the squad leader for not bringing back anything to drink.

Qiao turned over and cursed: "The American army has soup, and Zhang Huaizhi added ingredients to it. Do you want to drink it?"

The four people laughed.

After eating, they wiped their mouths with their American military aprons, took the canned food and chocolates, untied the two American firemen, and the four of them disappeared into the depths of the woods.

It was half an hour later when the American fireman woke up and found that his clothes had been taken off.

"Jeb, what happened to us?" An American soldier was panicked. He touched his body and found that only his belt was untied and his outer pants were taken off. He was relieved that his inner clothes were not touched. He made the sign of the cross on his chest: Dear Elena, I am still perfect.

Jeb put on his pants and saw that the iron bucket was still the same iron bucket, but just now, he seemed to have lost his memory for a while.

When they looked at the sun, they realized it was already noon, so they got up and walked back. If they went back too late, they would have to endure the cold.

Halfway through the walk, they met five or six American soldiers who came out to look for them.

Corporal Ibrahimovic was furious: "Where have you been? What have you been doing?"

Jeb explained: "Sir, I can't explain it. We woke up and found ourselves lying there, and it felt like our souls were gone."

Corporal Ibu looked at the grease stains on their aprons and understood everything. Meat was missing from the commander's kitchen and someone saw these two bastards going there. They must have stolen the commander's meat, and the grease stains on their aprons were the evidence.