Harry and Gao Si came to the dining place and saw many soldiers queuing up for food. The two of them did not speak, but came to the back of the team and lined up together. The soldiers around them saw that there were two more foreigners with tall noses and deep eyes in the team.
They felt a little surprised, but no one came to ask, so the two of them mingled with the team and had a meal, then walked to a corner and started eating.
After Harry took two bites of the meal, he said thoughtfully: "Gao Si, the report I received before was that due to China's poor national strength, corruption in the army was serious, and the generals not only deprived the soldiers of their pay, but also withheld food from the soldiers. But now
It seems that’s not entirely the case.”
The meal the two received this time consisted of meat and two vegetables, a portion of spam luncheon meat, a portion of fried cabbage and green peppers, and the rice was sorghum rice.
This kind of food can only be described as simple to Harry and Gao Si, but for ordinary people in China, this kind of food is already very rich.
Gao Si's attitude was somewhat cautious, "The current situation does not represent the real situation. Perhaps it is because of our arrival that General Gao specially made it for us to see."
"I don't think so." Harry said after swallowing the sorghum rice in his mouth: "I just observed it and found that the soldiers around me were not surprised or surprised by this kind of food when they were making meals, nor were they when they were eating.
Eat at a normal pace.
From this point of view, they should be accustomed to such meals, and it is not a special meal just because of our arrival."
"Okay, maybe you are right, who made General Gao so rich?" Gao Si laughed at himself: "They even have the advanced fighter jets that the United States of America has just developed. Let's improve the food standards.
There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Harry said with some distress: "These are all minor problems. The real purpose of our coming to Zhongtiao Mountain this time is to find out from what channels the Liantai Militia obtained so many advanced aircraft from the United States. Not only that, they can also obtain
I have received so much equipment from the German active military, which is why the President asked me to come."
"With all due respect." Gao Si shook his head: "Do you think Gao Hongming will tell us honestly?"
"Of course he won't tell us honestly." Harry looked into the distance and said firmly, "But I firmly believe that the powerful United States will make him bow his head."
"I hope so." Compared to Harry's determination, Gao Si was not so optimistic, but he did not point it out on the spot so blindly, he just observed the surroundings silently.
The two of them finished their meal in a hurry and were about to put away the tableware when McLaren and a group of American soldiers came over slowly, yawning.
But when they walked to the dining table and saw the plates of lunch meat and vegetables, they all let out a sigh.
"If it weren't for all the Chinese people standing here wearing German military uniforms, I would have thought I was back in that damn military camp. God, I thought I could at least taste some different food when I came to China, but I didn't expect it.
Familiar Spam luncheon meat.”
"Tom, do you think if I throw away this plate of rice, will the fat cook in a white coat across the street come over and beat me?"
"Sergeant, I don't know about this, but I think you can give it a try. Maybe they will be merciful and just tap you on the head with a big spoon."
"Hahaha..." All these American soldiers laughed, but this also attracted a lot of strange looks from around them. A noncommissioned officer finally came over and said to these soldiers somewhat unhappily: "Hey...here is
In public places, I hope you can keep quiet and not affect other people's dining."
However, what this noncommissioned officer said was false. There was no one in the group of American soldiers who could understand Chinese.
The sergeant named Tom even made a face at the noncommissioned officer and replied in English: "Man, although I don't understand you, I think you'd better go away, otherwise I will
I can't help but kick your ass."
After saying that, all the American soldiers around laughed louder than before.
"Damn...those idiots are going to cause trouble again!"
Not far away, Harry and Gao Si could speak Chinese. After hearing what the sergeant said, they immediately felt something bad. Harry even stood up immediately and was about to stop him, but it was already too late.
Although this officer of the Liantai Militia did not understand English, human beings are all alike in certain aspects. Seeing the laughter and reactions of those American soldiers, the fool also knew that what Tom said was definitely not a good thing.
None of these soldiers who walk on the edge of life and death all year round are short-tempered. As soon as Tom finished speaking, he noticed that his vision went dark, and the other party's fist had hit him hard in the face. Unprepared, Tom staggered and almost fell.
on the ground.
But Tom didn't give it in vain. Just when the officer was about to give him another round, Tom reacted and blocked the opponent's fist with his left hand. Then he punched the opponent with a straight punch with his right hand, hitting the opponent just in time.
This punch directly caused the opponent's nose to bleed.
Seeing the two of them fighting, it became very lively.
More than a dozen Liantai militia soldiers who were eating quickly threw down their bowls and chopsticks and rushed over with a roar. The American soldiers who were watching the fun on the other side also hurriedly surrounded them. A lively group fight officially began, with both sides punching each other.
The kick was particularly lively.
Harry and Gao Si were shocked at first. You must know that there must be at least hundreds of soldiers eating here. If a fight really starts, they will not be enough to fight. But what they did not expect
When the fight actually started, the opponent only showed up with more than ten people. The number of both sides was about the same, so the fight was indistinguishable.
Harry was so angry. Although he knew the virtues of American soldiers, he never expected that these bastards would start fighting with them less than a day after they arrived on the other side's territory. Was it because he didn't think he was in trouble enough?
When he turned his head, he saw McLaren sitting aside and watching the excitement and immediately shouted: "McLaren... why are you still standing there? Why don't you tell them to stop!"
"Professor Harry, I can't stop,"
McLaren shook his head and said: "Unless they wait until they tire themselves out and stop, it will be difficult for outsiders to persuade them to move. But you don't have to worry. There is no soldier who doesn't fight. As long as no one is killed, it will be fine."
"Is there no other way?" Harry felt angry.
"It's not like there's nothing, for example..."
"Beep beep beep..."
As soon as McLaren finished speaking, he heard a sharp whistle not far away, and then saw more than a dozen people wearing black uniforms and steel helmets with two white circles on the side, holding MP40 submachine guns.
Soldiers rushed over here. What was different from ordinary soldiers was that in addition to holding submachine guns, these soldiers also held a black stick about seventy or eighty centimeters long.