About two kilometers away from Kapi, Huang Fugui, who had been notified, brought a team of people to pick up Qin Zhiyuan and the others.
The people Huang Fugui brought were all Chinese, with a total of three to four hundred people. Qin Zhiyuan found many unfamiliar faces, so he asked Huang Fugui: Where did he find these people?
Like us, they are all laborers. They are all the fourth batch. They just arrived today. I heard that you are coming back, so I discussed with their team leader and borrowed some people to pick up everyone. Huang Fugui looked at the stretcher in the team with an expression on his face.
Sha Bai, if he knew that those wrapped in white cloth were the corpses of Chinese soldiers, he would probably reconsider the profit and loss of following Qin Zhiyuan.
It is no longer the same as us. We are now the Sixth Regiment of the French Foreign Legion, a regiment dominated by Chinese. Qin Zhiyuan looked at the timid Chinese workers who did not dare to step forward to pick up the stretcher, and shook his head a little. This quality is poor.
Not even half a star.
The workers on the Victory News were originally timid when facing foreigners. Only because of the unexpected factor of Qin Zhiyuan, they straightened their backs in front of foreigners. First of all, they had no fear of foreigners psychologically.
Only then did the bully's nature slowly come out.
This group of workers is obviously not so lucky. There is no one like Qin Zhiyuan among them. Even if they are a group of lions, they can only become obedient sheep.
Mr. Huang, these men are all from our Han labor team. A bearded man with a leopard head and ring eyes approached Huang Fugui and asked in a low voice in disbelief.
Yes, these are all us Chinese. Huang Fugui replied in the affirmative, and then introduced to Qin Zhiyuan: Mr. Qin, this is Qin Haoge, a good man from Yuncheng, Shandong. Speaking of which, he is still your family.
Brother Qin, thank you for your hard work. Qin Zhiyuan naturally extended his hand to Qin Haoge.
Tsk, Tsk, Mr. Qin, you are really incredible. Qin Haoge wiped his hands on his work clothes with some embarrassment, and then shook hands with Qin Zhiyuan unnaturally.
Look at what you are wearing, with your woolen coat, big leather shoes, long gun and short cannon. If you had not spoken, I would have thought that you were a foreigner, but I would not dare to say that you were a Han. Qin Haoge praised you repeatedly, his envy was beyond words.
Haha, if you are willing, I will get you an outfit like this when you go back later. Maybe if you perform well, I can even get you an officer. Qin Zhiyuan promised casually. Obviously, this is not a big deal for Qin Zhiyuan.
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If the Sixth Regiment wants to develop and grow, Chinese laborers are the best source of troops, and Qin Zhiyuan will not miss any opportunity. Of course, this also depends on whether the laborers themselves are willing. If the laborers themselves are not willing to join the army, Qin Zhiyuan will not
It will be forced. After all, joining the Foreign Legion can earn you a high salary, but it is also more dangerous. There will definitely be people who are unwilling to take risks and just want to stay at the rear and earn the 5 francs a day.
Zhenzhen Qin Haoge looked a little overjoyed, but there was obvious hesitation.
It’s no wonder that Qin Zhiyuan and his party, although they were wearing majestic outfits, looked quite miserable. Not only were there many wounded soldiers carried on stretchers, but most of them who could walk independently were injured. This fully showed that Hun
According to the Chinese habit of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, you should probably think about the dangers of traveling.
Something to steam or boil, help, come on, brother, I'll help you, brother, please take a break. Qin Haoge was still hesitating, but someone over there had already come to help, and his tone was quite enthusiastic.
This is Brother Zhang Tianshou from Bazhou. It was Brother Zhang who came forward just now and called so many brothers to help. Huang Fugui introduced him softly beside Qin Zhiyuan.
Zhang Tianshou shouted, grabbed the stretcher from a Chinese soldier, and then called on the workers to help. Someone took the lead, and the workers immediately showed a sense of intimacy as they were Chinese, and rushed to help.
Thank you, brother. Zhang Tianshou took the stretcher from Chen Kangjian's hand. Chen Kangjian thanked him, and then took out a pack of camels from his body: Come on, brother, take one.
Hey, this is foreign cigarettes, good stuff. Zhang Tianshou had a cigarette bag in his waist, and he must be a smoker. When he saw the camel in Chen Kangjian's hand, his eyes suddenly sparkled, and he stretched out two fingers to try to get out of the cigarette bag.
Take one out.
It's not a good thing, it's just this thing, but Chen Kangjian was quite generous. He stuffed the whole pack of camels into Zhang Tianshou's hand, and then took out a new pack from his body.
When Chen Kangjian took out his cigarette, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but he actually brought out three or four rings, which were scattered all over the floor.
Goldsmith Zhang Tianshou has a very good eye, and he can tell the quality of the ring at a glance.
Hey, foreigners, we killed at least tens of thousands of Germans during the day, and this was taken from the hands of the Germans. Chen Kangjian picked up the ring, without even wiping it, and just put it in his pocket casually.
Then the foreigner will let you masturbate. Zhang Tianshou was immediately in awe of Chen Kangjian. Are they still Han people? They are more foreigners than foreigners.
Even if he is dead, he can still control me from jerking off his golden dick. Not to mention dead, even if it is alive, as long as I see it, I will jerk it off. Chen Kangjian's face was proud, and his words were scornful.
His domineering attitude jumped out: This thing is not rare. Ask our brothers, there are many who don't have three or two in their pockets.
When Chen Kangjian picked up the gold ring from the ground just now, his manner that he didn't even bother to blow it was the best evidence for his words. This thing is really not rare.
Brother, you are this Zhang Tianshou. He gave Chen Kangjian a thumbs up, not because of Chen Kangjian's temperament of treating gold as dirt, but because of Chen Kangjian's arrogance of treating foreigners as dirt.
Hey, I think you're not bad, brother. You have a good body, you must have practiced. Chen Kangjian looked at Zhang Tianshou's strong figure and made the same old habit again.
After practicing for a few days, you can't do anything, and you can't compare to you, brother. Zhang Tianshou looked at Chen Kangjian's strong and steady legs, and subconsciously squinted his eyes: Brother, your skills on the legs are not bad.
Wow, haha, that's easy to say. When we return to Kapi later, we brothers will finally have someone who can draw and sign. Chen Kangjian laughed so much that he wanted to cry.
Just when Chen Kangjian and Zhang Tianshou were getting close to each other, Zheng Dali and Hu Tingfeng were not idle either. They were delivering whole packs of cigarettes, cans of chocolate, etc., vividly portraying the style of a wealthy army.
Not long after, everyone returned to Capi. Falcao and a group of Indian laborers were waiting at the gate of the camp. Seeing Qin Zhiyuan and the others coming back, Falcao immediately stepped forward to stand at attention and saluted Qin Zhiyuan. While expressing his congratulations, he offered
Their own knees. The Indian workers also rushed forward, took the stretchers and the wounded from the Chinese workers, and carried them quickly to the wounded barracks.
The workers were quite curious about Falcao and the Indian laborers' hospitality, and the Chinese soldiers took it all for granted. The soldiers' indifference, in the eyes of the workers, was a sign of what the soldiers had just said was a big deal.
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As the number of Chinese increased, Falcao set aside a piece of land in Capi as a Chinese camp. The soldiers had just returned from the front line and had no time to arrange their campsite, so they returned to the Chinese camp to rest.
Qin Haoge and Zhang Tianshou were very enthusiastic. They would rush around to direct the laborers to help set up tents, heat hot water, etc. The Chinese soldiers were not polite and just sat aside to rest.
The fat chef came out of the kitchen, holding a kettle in his hand: Brothers, the water is here
Suddenly, the chef stopped talking.
The soldiers had already staggered to sleep. They cuddled and supported each other, and just fell asleep.
