Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqingqing became completely famous in the 168th Regiment. Every few days he would ride a three-wheeled motorcycle and bring back a few sick American prisoners. It was hard not to recognize him.

Captain Li's old face blooms like an old chrysanthemum every day, and he can't stop smiling.

When we went to the division headquarters for a meeting, we spoke a lot louder.

But today is an exception.

Old Li stood in the yard with a gloomy face, and saw He Daqing bringing two Americans.

"He Daqing, you, you kid, don't send eunuchs to me anymore.

Damn it, people gave me a nickname, calling me Eunuch Li, and said that I was on duty in the Jingshifang, specializing in eunuchs.

If you want to capture prisoners, just capture them. Do you have to burst their testicles?

Commander Chen scolded our division commander harshly. The division commander scolded me for most of the day in front of everyone.

Our army has always advocated treating prisoners well. Are you blind or deaf?

Liu Dabiao, how do you lead your soldiers?

You are tall but not smart, why would I choose a stupid guy like you as the company commander..."

Liu Dabiao looked unconvinced.

Damn it, once He Daqing got into trouble, he has become my soldier again.

Some time ago, when I was in my glory days, anyone who opened his mouth or closed his mouth was your soldier.

He Daqing also looked unhappy.

Damn it, didn’t you, Old Li, say that the more the better?

He also said that he would promote my grandfather to be a platoon leader and asked him to work harder and catch more American monkeys.

Do you really think grandpa likes to go out in the wind, snow and cold in the middle of the night?

You are really a piece of shit. You always put the wine and cigarettes I extorted from you into your pocket.

Old Li didn't care how ugly the two men's faces were. He scolded them for half an hour before telling them to leave.

After leaving the regiment headquarters, Liu Dabiao looked at He Daqing and wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and no sound came out.

After thinking about it, I decided to give up. I am not as eloquent as He Daqing, so I'd better not make myself uncomfortable.

Moreover, he couldn't win in a fight. He Daqing was a scoundrel with no martial ethics at all. He would pinch people's testicles if they disagreed with him.

He Daqing looked nonchalant, and it wouldn't hurt to curse him a few times.

Since you are not allowed to harvest eggs, I will not take prisoners.

Anyway, the war will have to stop sooner or later, so my first priority is to save my life.

Besides, don’t I, He Daqing, like eating, drinking and having fun?

As for eating, drinking and having fun, I have food and drinks, but I haven't had any fun in a long time.

Thinking of this, He Daqing's heart felt itchy as if it was being scratched by an ant.

Not long after it got dark, He Daqing was running silently on the snowy field on a pair of skis.

After avoiding several American sentries, He Daqing finally saw a small South Korean village.

He Daqing grinned and changed into a South Korean military uniform.

South Korea Defense Force, Hungry Dog Regiment, 3rd Squadron Motor Vehicle Troops, Park Danniao is here.

He Da neatly parted his hair in the middle to make himself look more cunning and fierce.

He walked towards the village entrance with a swagger.

The village was in complete darkness, without even a kerosene lamp.

He Daqing walked directly to the house with the largest house and banged on the door.

An old man's voice came from inside, speaking Korean.

"Ah Xi, who's outside?"

He Daqing almost said "fuck", but he held it in for a few seconds before he started cursing in Korean.

"Sharp talk, Smita.

Someone reported that your village had secret dealings with Chinese people.

Open the door for me, or I'll burn your house down."

The old man did not dare to be negligent and quickly opened the door and bowed deeply to He Daqing.

"It's unfair, Smita~

Sir, I am a good citizen.

Except for two old men who are about to be buried, everyone in our village is a widow.

Where did the Chinese come from..."

He Daqing accepted the old man's gift with peace of mind and went straight to the point.

"Really?

It seems that I have wronged you.

If there is any pretty widow in your village, please call her over to have a drink with me."

The old man was speechless for a moment.

"This this..."

He Daqing took out a can of meat.

“Not only is there wine, but there is also meat to eat.

Go, find three beautiful women. No, I want four.

After the job is done, I'll give you half a can of meat as wages..."

When the old man heard such a good thing, he naturally agreed without hesitation.

Since the war began, all the men have been conscripted.

Women had to do heavy work in the fields and also face extortion and various forms of oppression.

The thought of eating a piece of meat only happened in dreams.

The old man came into the house happily and called out his two daughters-in-law and two daughters.

He Daqing suddenly felt annoyed.

"Old man, are you tired of living? Don't you understand what people say?

I want a beautiful woman.

What kind of thing did you find? Just a woman who looks young and can barely be used for fun."

He Daqing reached out and hugged the youngest woman in his arms.

“Old man, I’ll go into the house and play with your daughter first.

Go find me a pretty woman..."

He Daqing performed until late at night before he stopped using his magical powers.

He left two cans of meat and walked away.

He Daqing was so happy with his life that he didn't want to leave.

All the widows in the village only need one or two cans of meat. They can pick any woman, tall, short, fat or thin.

I only regret that the dawn comes too early and the night road is too long.

Occasionally, I would run into colleagues like them, such as South Korean soldiers who came to the village to play with women.

However, the eating habits of South Korean soldiers are generally quite ugly. Not only do they take things for free, but they also rob any property they like.

At this time, He Daqing would throw stones to blow up the bird and earn some resentment points.

He Daqing even played more and more extravagantly, sometimes he would spend the night on South Korean territory and stay there during the day.

The dwarf and the pockmarked man were unable to discipline He Daqing at all and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

After all, everything the entire team eats and wears was provided by He Daqing.

He Daqing said, "Do you have the nerve to object if we go out to get supplies?"

The snow is gradually melting, all things are reviving, and the new green of South Korea is finally arriving.

He Daqing's sled was also gloriously retired and replaced with a 28-inch truck.

It’s not that three-wheeled motorcycles are difficult to ride, but that a 28-inch three-wheeled motorcycle can quietly enter the village and do the work.

Although spring has arrived, the Americans around us feel very cold in their hearts.

At night, everyone became rats in the tunnel.

Because those who don't believe in evil will fall into a coma, become birdless people, and then go to the rear to recuperate.

Even various ghost legends began to emerge.

Some said it was the snowman causing trouble, others said it was a rat spirit.

It is said that the most vicious one is the Widow Maker, an evil ghost transformed from the resentment of widows, who specializes in eating men's penis.

As the weather warmed up, the wars became more frequent quietly.

The sound of gunfire could be heard from time to time in the open wilderness.