What Fan Yao didn't expect was that the sergeant whose hands were broken seemed to be a noble child from a large Japanese family.
If you think about it, you can understand that if you are not a noble child, you may not be qualified to join the peacekeeping force and go to Europe to gild.
However, the Japanese aristocrats do seem to have a bad moral character. They can do things like molesting in public and even get caught. It is not known whether they will have to have a caesarean section to apologize after returning home.
At the reception banquet, the only Japanese chief who did not participate in the fight was Kitagawa Ichiro. This name probably means the eldest son of a family on the northern hillside. He was extremely calm from beginning to end. After the fight, a Cossack poured a cup of
The wine was poured directly on Kitagawa Ichiro's face. Not only was Kitagawa Ichiro not angry, he calmly bowed and apologized to the provocative Cossack, and then he was never attacked again.
Dylan Hughes therefore greatly appreciated Kitagawa Ichiro, thinking that Kitagawa Ichiro was calm and had the air of a general.
However, Fan Yao was wary of Kitagawa Ichiro. He could still remain calm in that kind of environment. One can imagine the depth of the city. When the transport ship was about to send the injured sergeant back to Lake Sapanca for treatment the next day, Fan Yao
I almost sent Kitagawa Ichiro away with him.
"Fan, it's best not to do this. Kitagawa didn't make any mistakes. You have no reason to send him away." Dylan Hughes didn't want to send Ichiro Kitagawa away. Ichiro Kitagawa and Sergey had the same position as squad leader, although his position was not the same.
Tall, but very capable.
Fan Yao also just learned that Ichiro Kitagawa graduated from the Japanese Army Military Academy and performed outstandingly in the World War. Before joining the peacekeeping force, Ichiro Kitagawa's military rank was already a captain. However, because the peacekeeping force did not want senior officers, Ichiro Kitagawa joined as a sergeant.
Peacekeeping force.
Captain, roughly equivalent to a captain in southern Africa, has a higher military rank than Fan Yao.
"I'm not sending him away. The injured sergeant needs someone to take care of him. He should feel better with his own people by his side." Fan Yao did not admit that there were other factors. The Japanese during this period were still very obedient in front of white people.
Yes, the extent can be compared to the treatment of German prisoners of war in Japan during the World War.
"It doesn't matter, there are Japanese medical staff in Cyprus." Dylan Hughes knew the situation better, and it seemed that the Japanese were indeed well prepared.
Fan Yao finally couldn't find a reason, but he wouldn't make it easy for Kitagawa Ichiro. The next day, Fan Yao arranged for Kitagawa Ichiro to lead his troops to patrol in the direction of Whitley Town.
Now that the town of Whitley has been abandoned, there are rumors that the Ottoman rebels have vowed to take revenge, and there are many rebels around the town.
Dylan Hughes watched with cold eyes and only came to see Fan Yao after Ichiro Kitagawa led the troops to set off.
"Fan, do you have any prejudice against the Japanese?" Dylan Hughes, no matter how slow he was, noticed something was wrong with Fan Yao.
"How is it possible? I have no prejudice against anyone." Fan Yao denied it.
"Don't lie to me, I'm not a fool. The look in Ichiro Kitagawa's eyes - not just Ichiro Kitagawa, but the look in the eyes of all Japanese people - shows unconcealable hatred." Dylan Hughes is not stupid.
Soldiers are still very sensitive to things like murderous intent.
Fan Yao was silent, leaning back on his chair. The curtains in his office were often only half-open, and the sun shone in, leaving Fan Yao hidden in the shadows. Dylan Hughes could not see Fan Yao's expression clearly.
"Fan, don't be like this. We are comrades-in-arms. No matter what past you have had in the past, we should put aside our hatred now -" Dylan Hughes really didn't want to see accidents happen to his men.
The corner of Fan Yao's mouth twitched, as if he was smiling, but it was uglier than crying.
Dylan Hughes didn't speak, feeling the temperature in the room drop.
Fan Yao stood up and came to the window, looked towards the east in the direction of the sunrise and said in a low voice: "Dylan, my hometown is a city called Lushun——"
"Then what?" Dylan Hughes didn't know the history between the Chinese and Japan.
"About 25 years ago, a war broke out between the Qing Dynasty and Japan over Korea. The Qing Dynasty was defeated miserably. The Japanese occupied my hometown and massacred me for four days and three nights. My mother hugged me and hid in the drainage ditch.
Even though we escaped, my father, my grandfather, my uncle, and our whole family were massacred by the Japanese—" Fan Yao's voice and body were trembling slightly, and his hands holding the window lattice showed blue veins.
"Sorry, Fan, I didn't know-" Dylan Hughes apologized. He never knew that Fan Yao had experienced such a thing.
"Dylan, you don't need to apologize. It's the Japanese who should apologize. They should apologize for those innocent people." Fan Yao's injustice has its head and its debtor.
"Twenty-five years ago, Beichuan did not come of age -" Dylan Hughes said with difficulty.
"So what? Kitagawa was indeed underage at the time, but his father or his brother had participated in that war. Japan received 230 million taels of silver in compensation through the Sino-Japanese War. After that, Japan
The government spent 80% of this compensation on the military. Perhaps it was because of this compensation that Kitagawa had the opportunity to study at the Japanese Army Non-commissioned Officer School. My hometown is still poor and weak. After all, Kitagawa and the Japanese people
He wants to return to Japan. If war breaks out between Japan and the Chinese again, do you think Beichuan will turn into a beast like his father or brother." Fan Yao would not allow that to happen even if there was even a slight possibility.
"The hatred of the previous generation should not be passed on to the next generation." Dylan Hughes was speechless.
"You should tell the French and Germans this and listen to what they have to say." Fan Yao was not polite. He stood up and spoke without pain. He deserved to be struck by lightning when he tried to persuade others without understanding what was happening to them.
After understanding this, still advising people to be generous is simply bad.
Dylan Hughes was defeated and had no position to discuss this issue with Fan Yao.
For three consecutive days, nothing happened, but Dylan Hughes's heart became increasingly heavy.
Nothing happening is definitely not a good sign. If the patrol is attacked by the rebels, then Dylan Hughes can feel more relaxed. Now there are two possibilities for this situation. One is that the rebels have moved away from Whit.
In the small town of Li, the other is that the rebels are planning a larger-scale operation.
Dylan Hughes prefers the second option.
Fan Yao remained calm, but in the past few days, more and more patrols were sent out, more and more frequently, and there was often only one detachment left in the camp. This number of people was not even enough to defend the camp.
Finally on the fourth day, Kitagawa Ichiro's patrol did not return to the camp at the specified time.
"Fan, there is a patrol that may be ambushed by the rebels. We need to send people to support in time." Dylan Hughes said in a routine. It was impossible for him to fall out with Fan Yao for the sake of the Japanese.
Dylan Hughes is also a southern African, a southern African of British descent, half French, and the feud between France and Germany——
Well, let those who persuade people to be generous die!
"Sorry Dylan, I don't have any troops available for mobilization right now. As you know, there is only one detachment left in the camp." Fan Yao's face was still expressionless, but his eyebrows jumped a little cheerfully and his eyes were very active.
"That's a shame -" Dylan Hughes sat down opposite Fan Yao, then stood up again: "Would you like a drink?"
This is a good suggestion.
Then have a drink. There is wine produced in Cape Town in Fan Yao's office. As an officer, Fan Yao still has some privileges.
"I used to agree that French brandy is the best wine in the world. In fact, our southern African wine is not bad either." Dylan Hughes looked at the amber liquid in the wine glass and sighed. The southern African military officer
There is no doubt that I prefer southern African wines.
“Most of Cape Town’s wines are produced in Oak Town, Cape Town. The earliest residents of Oak Town were the French. They found that Oak Town had a climate and light similar to France, so they made wine in Oak Town. In fact, you should try it.
The wines made by us Chinese, fruit wine, yellow wine, white wine and rice wine - there is always one you like." Fan Yao enthusiastically recommended. In fact, rice wine is also a type of rice wine.
Rice wine is one of the oldest wines in the world. The quality of the yeast species determines the quality of the wine. It originated from the Chinese, and only the Chinese can make it. Together with beer and wine, it is also known as the three most ancient wines in the world. It was started in the merchant world more than 3,000 years ago.
During the Zhou Dynasty, the Chinese began to brew rice wine in large quantities.
What does this mean? This does not mean that the Chinese have great wine-making skills, but it means that the Chinese already had enough food to make wine more than three thousand years ago. Think about what the white people were doing three thousand years ago -
In the first millennium BC, the Greeks along the Aegean Sea had just learned to use iron tools, but the iron technology did not spread to Central Europe until the next three hundred years.
As for Western Europe, there may have been no written records in Western Europe at that time. French appeared in the eighth century and English in the fifth century. That’s about it in European history.
Here the eighth and fifth centuries are all Old French, Old English, Modern French and Modern English appear much later.
The fifth century of Chinese history has already reached the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and celebrities in the Wei and Jin Dynasties were enjoying the mountains and rivers as much as they wanted.
"Hmph, hum -" When it comes to history, Dylan Hughes has no words to respond and can only hum and pretend to be dead.
There is no way, the history of the Chinese is so glorious and powerful that the Chinese themselves are too lazy to mention it, but white people always talk about the Renaissance.
There is still revival. At least the revival is more generous than our ancestors.
"Sir, one of our patrols heard fierce gunfire near the town of Whitley. There may be a battle taking place." Sergey's voice was loud, and he was dressed neatly, obviously eager to fight.
"Get out!" Fan Yao said bluntly.
Xemiusha looked confused, what's going on?
"Come here, Sergey, and have a drink with your commander. Didn't you see that your commander is in a bad mood?" Dylan Hughes half-smiled.
"Who, who offended our lieutenant, I will tear it to pieces!" Sergey was furious.
It looks like a peaceful group of people.
:Some things cannot be written in too much detail, brothers, please forgive me——
