Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The soldiers were numb to the fact that He Daqing had captured two more prisoners. It was nothing new to them.

Everyone tied up the Americans and stuffed them into a hole in the ground. Those who needed to sleep slept, and those who needed to stand guard stood guard.

He Daqing naturally continued to go out and hunt his rabbits.

At this time, the camp on the opposite hillside was brightly lit.

There was a roaring bonfire and two snow-white searchlights sweeping down the mountain.

The Americans were in the barracks, smoking, drinking and playing cards.

The Koreans were roasting by the fire outside the camp, bragging and chatting.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang".

A searchlight exploded.

Before anyone could react, another searchlight went off with a bang.

Then he was hit by a stick, covering his crotch, and fell to the ground.

The Koreans finally reacted. Some of them yelled, some ran towards the Americans, and some lay on the ground...

The American devils in the tent crouched and went into the trenches one after another.

After a while, there was a burst of gunfire.

Although I don't know where the enemy is.

But there are only a few spots where people can hide.

He Daqing hid in the space, leisurely watching the crazy Americans outside.

I have to say, the firepower of the Americans is really strong.

Machine guns, rifles, submachine guns, dense bullets, swept over like a metal storm.

The Koreans also gained confidence and fired at the sky with their guns to build up their courage, and occasionally threw a few grenades to vent their anger.

It took a while before the Americans stopped shooting.

Use guns to force the two sticks to go out and investigate the situation.

The two guys looked like they were going to die, and they walked timidly into the darkness.

One minute passed, then two minutes later, and the Koreans still did not respond to the Americans' calls, as if they were swallowed by the darkness.

Suddenly, another stick fell in the camp.

The big guy rolled back into the trench.

The Americans have learned to be smart and stayed under the radar, allowing the Koreans to suppress them with guns.

The Koreans' casual shooting skills are just to give themselves courage, and they just keep shooting.

He Daqing also cherishes his life. If some Korean guy accidentally hits him, it would be no joke.

The enemy was stuck in the trench and couldn't come out, and they were wearing helmets, so stones were really not very effective.

After a while, He Daqing lost his patience.

Since there's no way I can gain any advantage, I'll just take these two sticks back with me so the trip isn't in vain.

By the way, I have two grenades, just in time to give the Americans a heads-up.

Just taking a beating without fighting back is not like me, He Daqing.

He Daqing took out a grenade, but it didn't feel as easy as throwing a stone.

But this obviously does not pose any problem for Master He Daqing.

He Daqing tied a stone and a grenade together, which is equivalent to throwing the stone.

The Americans, after their initial panic, have now calmed down.

As long as they hid in the trenches, the enemy had no way to deal with them.

At worst, we can just wait until dawn. Then we’ll see who’s afraid of who.

The Americans even had some free time to make coffee in the trenches and laugh at the incompetence and cowardice of the Koreans.

"You Bang people are as timid as your Ding Ding, so timid."

And he made a one-centimeter gesture with his thumb and index finger.

The Koreans were a group of the most shameless people. They all thought that the American soldiers were right, nodded in affirmation, and even smiled.

Amid the unbridled laughter of the Americans and Koreans, a grenade tied with a stone fell from the sky and landed in the trench.

There was a sound of "Boom~".

A Korean and an American were blown out of the trench.

As for what was inside the trench, He Daqing couldn't figure out what was going on.

The Koreans were terrified and jumped out of the trenches and ran around like headless flies.

Just as He Daqing wanted, throwing stones to hit birds.

The Yankees in the trenches were simply mad with rage.

This situation of being unable to see, unable to hit, and being able to passively take the beating is so uncomfortable.

One mad Yankee even started yelling and cursing.

"If you have the guts, come out. What kind of man are you if you hide in the dark?

Come out, come out, I want to fight you."

He Daqing was delighted and responded loudly.

"I have agreed to a duel with you. According to the spirit of chivalry, I will choose the venue of the duel.

I'll be waiting for you here, come over."

"No, I'm not going out. Come in if you dare."

"Okay, then I'll throw a grenade in, take it."

“No, don’t throw it.

I'll let Bangzi duel with you."

"Fuck, you American white pig, how dare you use a stick to humiliate Grandpa?

Now, immediately, bring me three boxes of canned meat, and I will consider sparing your lives."

When the Americans in the trenches heard this, they immediately agreed.

He also threatened the two Koreans with a gun and personally brought the canned meat to He Daqing.

He Daqing did not show up. When the gangsters put down the canned meat, He Daqing told them to get out.

Three times in a row, He Daqing accepted the canned meat and his scoundrel nature broke out again.

Since you are easy to bully, I will keep bullying you.

“Three boxes of canned meat, I received them.

Now I need to transport the supplies back. I saw a three-wheeled motorcycle in your camp.

Lend me your tricycle so I can transport the supplies..."

Two hot-tempered Americans started shouting and cursing loudly, but were persuaded by the others.

Canned meat and motorcycles are not as important as your own life. You can just report it as a battle loss. Why take the risk?

After a while, a man with a stick came towards He Daqing tremblingly, pushing a three-wheeled motorcycle.

As usual, He Daqing put the stick back safely.

As a human being, you still have to keep your word.

After all, South Korea is worthless. If we want to exchange it for Americans, we definitely can't let it go back.

And He Daqing obviously plans to do this deal a few more times.

After He Daqing's destruction, more than half of the soldiers in the American camp were injured. They completely lost the ability to attack and had to switch to defense.

They no longer lit bonfires at night, but began to dig tunnels and live in caves.

After sending the four prisoners back, He Daqing no longer planned to cause trouble for the American camp.

The Americans and the Koreans, at night, hid in tunnels like rats. They hid too deep that thermal imaging didn't work very well.

In that case, why not try to coexist peacefully.

How can we have food without drinks?

If you can ask the Americans for canned meat, then it’s not too much to ask for some wine and cigarettes, right?

The Americans were also scared. They bargained a little and gave He Daqing whatever he wanted.

Most of the wounded were sent to the rear, and there were only ten people in the camp, not even a full squad.

Since the Americans are so sensible, He Daqing is not an unreasonable person.

There is more than one American camp, there are a dozen or so scattered around. Why bother to keep tackling this tough issue?