Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The two people who got off the truck circled around He Daqing's charcoal cart several times and talked a lot.

As soon as He Daqing heard it, he knew they were speaking English.

The identities of these two people are obvious, they must be South Koreans and Americans.

He Daqing was a little confused. Why did an American truck appear here? Could it be that this place had fallen?

No, the third fork in the road on the map just now is obviously not that far away.

I must have been not paying attention and drove too far.

Damn it, so this means I am in enemy-occupied territory now?

What should I do?

If I surrender, will the Americans spare my life?

Forget it, forget it, it hasn’t come to that yet.

It is impossible for me to surrender. I can't stand the humiliation. I have to find a way to sneak back.

Anyway, there is food and drink in the space, so even if I leave, I can walk back.

If we put the car into the space, as long as the food on the car is still there, it is understandable that it is delivered two days later.

The South Koreans and the Americans chatted a lot and basically confirmed that the charcoal truck was not from their side, but should be a Chinese car.

The two of them rolled their eyes and came up with an idea.

They were the ones who blew up the charcoal cart, so it counts as their military achievement.

The two of them had a plan and began to fake the scene.

One of them took out several grenades and blew up all of He Daqing's charcoal cart.

Then he took out a small oil barrel, poured it on the charcoal cart that was fried beyond recognition, and set it on fire.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky.

Looking at the fire, He Daqing felt very disappointed.

Damn it, without a car and food, how can I go back to complete the mission?

Okay, okay, you won’t give me a way to live, right?

Just wait for me. I will follow the tracks left by your car and will definitely find it. Then I will steal it.

Thinking of this, He Daqing felt relieved and decided that this was a good idea.

Wow, what a beautiful American truck, it will soon be called He.

The American tightened his clothes, feeling a little cold. He gave a few instructions to the South Koreans and then got in the car and took a nap.

The Nanbang threw the empty oil barrel away, untied his belt, and walked towards He Daqing.

He Daqing sighed inwardly and hid behind a tree.

As South Korea got closer, He Daqing's face became a little suspicious.

The man who came also had a round face and was an ugly man with a flat face.

Apart from being a little darker than He Daqing, they look 70% similar.

He Daqing suddenly had a bold idea. What kind of hero is it to sneak around? It would be more refreshing to rob openly.

The South Korean girl was having her period when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower body. She passed out from the pain without even a scream.

He Daqing threw away the stone in his hand. He didn't expect that flying stones were so useful.

In a flash, the eggs of the South Korean fish were blown up, which was a real pleasure to watch.

He Daqing glanced in the direction of the American truck, and after making sure it was safe, he sneaked towards South Korea.

The clothes on the Nanbang were stripped off, and his documents and belongings were collected.

She spat and styled her hair into a middle part like the stick.

He Daqing was very satisfied with this outfit.

Now I am in South Korea. It’s dark here and I don’t believe the Americans can recognize me.

When I get close to him, I will launch a sneak attack, crush his testicles, and capture an American eunuch alive, haha.

He Daqing looked through the military badge of the Koreans, which had some basic information about them engraved on it.

What regiment? The squadron’s motor soldier is called Park Danniao.

He Daqing looked at it more carefully and found that it was indeed called Pu Duanniao.

Fortunately, He Daqing had some cultural knowledge and knew that the word "Pu" was pronounced the same way as the "Piao" in "Piaochang".

The bird is cut off, wow, he is also a ruthless person.

Grandpa He Daqing did a good thing for once, but this time, the stick's bird was really broken.

He Daqing straightened his Korean military uniform and took a few steps confidently.

I am now a motor soldier in the third squadron of the Hungry Dog Regiment of the Korean Auxiliary Defense Army.

He Da tidied his middle-parted hair and found that his saliva had frozen. He fixed his middle-parted hair and then swaggered towards the American truck.

After all, a middle-parted hairstyle gives the impression of being a traitor, so this hairstyle must not be messed up, as it concerns one's life.

He Daqing opened the door and climbed onto the truck.

The American who was pretending to sleep glanced at He Daqing and continued to pretend to sleep.

He was still cursing in English, "You bastard, drive faster, your American dad is so cold."

He Daqing was already in the car, how could he endure it? He immediately cursed back in English.

“You hairy monkey, you have so much hair, and you’re still afraid of the cold?

Hurry up and call me grandpa, or Grandpa Park Dangniao will crush your balls~"

The American thought he had heard it wrong and stared at He Daqing with wide eyes.

"Yellow Doug, what did you say? Say it again?"

He Daqing tilted his head.

"Red monkey, I said I am your grandfather.

Kneel down and call me grandpa, or I will crush your balls~"

The Americans were immediately furious. How dare a South Korean dog talk to his American master like that?

OK, OK, if the dog is disobedient, the owner has to use a stick to teach it a lesson.

The American reached for his waist and was about to draw his gun.

He Daqing stretched out his hand and used the monkey stealing peach trick. He didn't use much strength, but the American was so painful that his whole body twisted.

He Daqing pulled a pistol from his waist, punched the American in the face, and stuffed the muzzle of the gun into the American's mouth.

"Red monkey, your grandpa will give you one more chance. Call me grandpa."

This time, the American was obedient and started shouting.

"Gulland is afraid, Gulland is afraid~"

He Daqing nodded with satisfaction and patted the American's face.

"Yes, it's from Gulande. He's my eldest grandson. Haha~"

Looking at the Americans who were shaking with anger, He Daqing was extremely satisfied.

This American is really resentful. In just a short while, he has given himself tens of thousands of resentment points.

In that case, I am sorry.

He Daqing stretched out his hand and used the monkey-stealing-peaches trick again, directly crushing the American's peach.

If I turn you into a eunuch, you will definitely have more resentment, haha.

They tied up the fainted American tightly, and looted his guns and weapons and put them into the space.

After delaying for most of the night, He Daqing didn't dare to make trouble anymore. If it got daybreak, it would be difficult to deal with it, after all, they were in enemy-occupied area.

He Daqing started the truck and drove back.

After driving for a long time, the sky was already slightly bright, and He Daqing finally found the so-called third fork in the road.

The truck drifted and turned into the fork in the road.

The two soldiers at the fork in the road rubbed their sleepy eyes and opened them wide in an instant.

There is something wrong with this truck. There are no such trucks in China.

He raised his gun and was about to aim, but the squad leader behind him quickly grabbed the soldier.

"Don't shoot. What if you scare him and let him run away?

Just let him go inside. There are hundreds of guns inside. Let's see how he escapes."

The roar of the truck's engine startled many soldiers, who came out to watch the fun.

I saw an American truck slowly driving towards the regiment headquarters, with an American lying on the hood of the truck.

The American hysterically shouted in broken Mandarin:

"Towards, to rebel, to curse~

Towards, against, and cursing~"

The soldiers were furious when they heard this. You American, do you really think we are the worst?

You drove the car to our regiment headquarters and even had the guts to lie on the hood of the car and scold us?

The soldiers held their guns, pulled out grenades, and surrounded the truck. If the truck dared to move in the slightest, they would let him know what a metal storm was.