Chapter nine hundred and seventy seventh dismount (a)
He Zhenzhong strode in, frowning slightly, reaching out to take the phone on the table, "Hello, Chief.◎●College he he 66.∵"
"Yeah." The supreme leader paused and then said, "There is a problem."
Trouble? A cold light flashed in He Zhenzhong's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Chief, are you a Yankee or a kid?"
"Okay, okay, don't be so murderous." The supreme leader's tone also sounded a bit dumbfounded, "I was just afraid that you would be like this, so I called you to remind you."
"No, Chief, I don't quite understand what you mean." He Zhenzhong was indeed a little confused.
"People from an international peace organization will arrive at your place in half an hour to start rescuing civilians and check on the situation of prisoners of war." The supreme leader paused and then continued: "Because of international pressure, We have to agree, so don’t screw up. If you screw up, and the comrades from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs come to fight for you, I don’t care. You are killing in the front and they are cleaning up for you in the back. I will almost cry. ."
It seems that the Yankees are indeed fast enough. Before they can do anything to those prisoners of war, the people from the international peace organization are here. Huh. He Zhenzhong nodded, "Chief, I understand, and I promise not to give them to those prisoners." No one can leave any clue."
"Well, as long as you understand." The tone of the supreme leader also sounded a little helpless, "Although we won, the situation is still not optimistic, especially since the United States and Russia have signs of joining forces, which is not good news for us, so , this time is very critical, if we are completely isolated, the situation will be even more difficult."
"Don't worry, chief, I know what to do."
"Well, then you are busy, but even though you are young, you still have to pay attention to your health."
"yes."
After hanging up the phone, He Zhenzhong shook his head. Although he didn't like those idealists very much, he had to admire those people's ideological realm and behavior. Moreover, those people had indeed saved many refugees from various countries and had considerable wealth. energy of.
"Death, what's wrong?"
Long Xiaoyun, Hermit and others walked in, their faces a little serious and dignified.
He Zhenzhong shrugged helplessly and said: "Someone from an international peace organization is coming to rescue civilians and check on the conditions of prisoners of war. The leader called and asked us to be honest."
"So, what was the plan we discussed before?" The hermit frowned, "Is it possible that you really treat those guys as your masters?"
"How is that possible?" He Zhenzhong raised his eyebrows and hummed: "How can there be such a comfortable thing in the world? Eating and not moving is not good for the body. However, on the surface, in front of those guys, It’s better to restrain yourself.”
"Um."
He Zhenzhong nodded, "Inform the chief officers of each army to come on time at seven o'clock in the evening to hold a plenary meeting."
"yes."
"Let's go. Those guys are probably almost here. Go pick them up. I want to see how difficult it is to have the supreme leader call to remind me."
Long Xiaoyun and the Hermit both laughed. It seemed that the God of Death was also feeling uncomfortable. However, those people were probably a little too immature if they wanted to fight the God of Death. When the time came, they might cry.
Half an hour later.
A Boeing 737 passenger plane painted with a red cross landed at the temporary airport.
A few minutes later, a large group of people with different skin colors appeared, mostly Europeans and Americans. They all looked polite and polite, which seemed out of place on the frontline battlefield here.
Deng Deng Deng.
A leading guy in a suit and leather shoes walked over quickly, came to He Zhenzhong, stretched out his hand, and said in English: "My name is Smith, General He. Nice to meet you."
He Zhenzhong did not stretch out his hand, and his face seemed a little confused. He turned his head and asked, "What did he say?"
The hermit quickly shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't learned English."
Seeing that guy stretching his hands there with an embarrassed and angry look on his face, Long Xiaoyun standing next to him raised his mouth slightly and couldn't help but laugh, knowing that the God of Death would not let these troublemakers have an easy time.
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It wasn't until he heard someone who knew Chinese translate a sentence that the guy suddenly realized, with some contempt flashing in his eyes. These Chinese people turned out to be illiterate. He smiled, and then said again in broken Chinese: "Hello
, General He, my name is Smith, nice to meet you."
"Oh, you can still speak Chinese." He Zhenzhong smiled, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with him, "Then, from now on, everyone here should speak Chinese, otherwise our people will not be able to understand the birdsong.
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Are you kidding me, you come to China and still speak English? Save yourself, you don’t understand Chinese, these guys should find a way to hire a Chinese translator.
And Smith's face twitched obviously, bird language?
The faces of the other people behind him became a little ugly after hearing the translator's words. They were not idiots, so how could they not hear the sarcasm in He Zhenzhong's words? Doesn't this mean they are birdmen?
"Haha, just kidding, let everyone relax." He Zhenzhong smiled.
"Hehe, hehe." Apart from giggles, what else could Smith say?
The hermit stood aside and watched the excitement. These guys, he was worried that it would not be long before they were played by the God of Death and collapsed. Tsk tsk.
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"The campground has been set aside for everyone. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time." He Zhenzhong nodded, looked up at the sky, and said, "I'm afraid it's going to rain. I'd like to see your salutes, equipment, etc. hurry up."
Bring it down."
Seeing He Zhenzhong turn around and leave, Smith was a little dumbfounded again. Shouldn't he have waited for them carefully, prepared everything for them, and sent someone to help them move their things? And this guy just left like that?
How could they move? He was anxious, ran over in a few steps, and shouted in broken Chinese: "General He, General He."
He Zhenzhong stopped and asked, "What?"
call.
The guy took two deep breaths and then said, "General He, we have a lot of stuff."
"I think you have a hundred or two hundred people here, no problem." He Zhenzhong replied. What a joke, you are not here to help China, you want them to be free labor and dream.
Ahem.
The guy was choked so hard that he couldn't find anything to say for a moment.
"I'm in a dilemma too. Look, all my soldiers are on the front line. I only have a few people. Do you want me to move?"
"No, no." Smith quickly waved his hand.
"Then I won't disturb you all, you can just go about your business."
He Zhenzhong waved his hand, turned around and left with Long Xiaoyun and the hermit, leaving Smith and others standing there, as if they were petrified.