Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Shortly after dark, He Daqing appeared again on the outskirts of the US military camp.

Looking at the two trucks lying idle in the distance, He Daqing was completely confused.

Wearing thermal imaging glasses and observing carefully for a while, He Daqing dared to step forward.

After a quick inspection, it was found that the tires of both trucks were just flattened.

What surprised He Daqing even more was that all the supplies on the truck were still there.

One truck was full of mines, and the other was filled with mine sweepers and other supplies.

Put the two trucks into the space, swap the tires, and make a usable vehicle.

Tonight, the American military camp seemed particularly arrogant, and the bonfires were as bright as day.

He Daqing slowly moved towards the camp. The situation at the entrance of the camp left He Daqing a little confused.

At the camp gate, there were many white vests and shorts hanging, as well as some small white flags.

On a tarpaulin, it was written in Chinese and English: We surrender.

What kind of trick is this? It almost made He Daqing lose his ability?

After thinking for a long time, He Daqing still didn't figure it out.

Since you can't figure it out, then don't think about it. Just give it a try and you'll know.

Wearing thermal imaging glasses and confirming that there were no hidden enemies around, He Daqing took his gun and fired a shot into the sky.

Shouting to the Yankee camp:

"You are surrounded, lay down your weapons and surrender one by one.

For prisoners who surrender voluntarily, we will abide by the Prisoners of War Convention.

Provide you with a safe living environment and equal treatment..."

There was a quick response from the camp.

"We surrender, we will come out soon..."

The first ones to come out, as usual, are the poor Koreans.

The Koreans raised their hands high and seemed quite proud.

Eleven stickmen, with their hands on their heads and their backs to He Daqing, squatted in the open space.

After that, twelve more Americans came out of the camp one after another. They raised their hands, held cigarettes in their mouths, and looked calm and natural.

He also loudly told He Daqing that there was another guy in the camp whose leg was blown off by a landmine.

He Daqing stepped forward, tied up the prisoners with ropes, and asked what was in his heart.

"We haven't even started the attack yet, why are you surrendering?"

The leading American chewed gum and said in broken English:

“I’m Italian and they’re French.

We are not so stupid as to work for the Americans.

What’s more, surrender is our traditional skill, as simple as eating and drinking.”

He Daqing sighed inwardly, that was a close call.

Fortunately, I accepted their surrender.

The French and Italians are the sticks of Europe.

Anyone who stands in their way of surrendering and escaping will be torn to pieces.

During World War II, a British division refused to surrender to the Italian 132nd Division.

As a result, the enraged 132nd Division defeated the British in just a few hours.

He Daqing chatted with a few French soldiers in French for a while and then made a bold decision.

“I’ll take the sticks away first, you guys go back to the camp first.

Hey, don't get excited.

Fuck, squat down and put your head in your hands. "

When the Italian medical soldier heard this, he thought that the Qing Dynasty did not accept his surrender and he immediately got furious.

"Ouch~"

An unlucky stick let out a scream.

Being killed as a warning to others made He Daqing expose Lizhi.

Seeing how miserable Bangzi looked, the medic quickly raised his hands and squatted down again.

He Daqing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't move, if anyone moves, I will chop his lychee.

I accept your surrender, but there is only one car now, so I will take the Koreans away first.

Don't worry, you are already prisoners, and your camp will be requisitioned by our volunteer army.

Now, go back to the camp and don’t leave the camp at all..."

The French and Italian soldiers almost had a quarrel, but fortunately He Daqing spoke up in time.

The veteran soldiers, smoking cigars and holding their hands high, walked back to the camp in a swagger.

He Daqing disappeared into the dark night carrying the prisoners tied up in a bunch.

After a while, the roar of a truck was heard in the darkness, gradually fading away.

The next day, early in the morning.

He Daqing swaggered in front of the regiment headquarters, leading a large group of captured prisoners.

"Hey, Biaozi, good morning, would you like to eat fried noodles?

Did you see this? This is the prisoner that our captain just captured.

Haha, you can’t learn my skill, right?

Hey, with your ability, you can only eat fried noodles, I can't live without meat...

Old Li~

Here we come.

After a while, call Lao Zhao and go to have a couple of drinks with the company commander.

Hey, don't be impatient, don't be impatient.

This company commander has seized a lot of good stuff. Are you coming? Are you coming?

Dashachun, take bigger steps, hold the rope, and walk around a few more times, so that our comrades can see how powerful our reconnaissance company is..."

The entire regiment was filled with He Daqing's hearty smile, which lasted for a long time.

He Daqing was arrogant until noon, when he drove a truck carrying a stick, three transport soldiers, and nine new recruits towards the US military camp.

They stopped about a thousand meters away from the US military camp.

He kicked Bangzi a few times and asked him to go to the camp and shout at the French to come out and surrender.

The French were serious about surrendering. After a while, twelve people, a full squad, came to He Daqing with their hands raised.

Taking out a piece of paper, He Daqing carefully compared it with the location where he had originally buried the mines.

Minesweepers are naturally the all-powerful soldiers of the South Korean country.

Bangzi had a bitter face and was about to cry.

But the work still needs to be done. Just now, that ugly man with a flat face pinched my lychee, which was a feeling worse than death.

There were seven or eight mines, and Bangzi was busy for the whole afternoon.

He Daqing was not in a hurry and just treated it as a mine-sweeping lesson for the new recruits.

As night fell, the bonfires in the American military camp became as bright as day.

Everyone was in high spirits, not just the soldiers from the reconnaissance company who were feasting.

The French soldiers were also chatting and laughing.

Even the Korean soldiers who had their lychees pinched were very happy.

Although the army pot is delicious, only a fool would be willing to eat American slop when there are canned meat to eat.

All the bullets and grenades and medical supplies were loaded into the truck.

Each of the French soldiers was left with only a fire stick without bullets.

He Daqing felt as if something was missing, and suddenly remembered the Korean soldier whose leg was blown off.

Looking at the hesitant look of the French soldiers, you can tell that there is a high probability that they will be killed.

These Western white people don’t even consider the British as human beings.

However, his plan had to go on. He still needed these French soldiers to ask the Americans for food and guns.

The French soldiers had no objection at all. After all, they were stealing Americans' things, and their own lives were the most important.

What the hell are the Americans and the British? How could they, the French, not know about them?

Under the surface of the suit and tie, he is still the pirate who eats raw meat and drinks blood.

If you dare to let the French master go to the front line, will the French master let you have an easy life?