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Arthur McLuhan glanced at Lin Yue's epaulettes, his eyes darkened.

"Mr. McLuhan, I am Lin Yue, a staff officer in the military department. Please come here to talk."

After Lin Yue finished speaking, he went straight to his room.

Arthur McLuhan looked at Long Wenwen and Lin Yue's back, jumped out of the jeep and followed behind into the northern cabin.

"Coffee or whiskey?"

Arthur McLuhan said: "Coffee."

Lin Yue made him a cup of coffee with the water in the thermos and handed it over.

"Why did you leave?"

Arthur McLuhan said: "Because they didn't take themselves and the weapons they wore seriously, they weren't good fighters."

Lin Yue said: "Do you know why I asked Long Wenwen to bring you to Qipo? It is to convey your attitude to them."

"Sorry, I can't help you."

Lin Yue opened the side drawer, took out something from it and put it in front of Arthur McLuhan.

The American Beard was stunned.

He knew what was on the table—the Officer's Medal of Merit, awarded by the United States government to its own and allied personnel for distinguished service in war.

He was surprised and surprised that a Chinese actually won a medal from the US government.

"Medal of Merit? How did you get it?"

Lin Yue looked at him and said, "Mr. McLuhan, I have read your resume. Do you still remember the war in northern Myanmar?"

Speaking of that war, Arthur McLuhan was a little emotional: "No, it's not a war, it's a massacre."

"It was in the jungles of northern Myanmar that I rescued several Americans. I also gave some suggestions to the US Navy at the beginning of this year. After that, President Roosevelt handed over this medal to me." Lin Yuedun After a while, he continued: "What I want to say is not how many things I have done for the Americans. What I want to say is how many bones were left by the expeditionary force in exchange for the safe withdrawal of the British and American troops. Those people have no medals and no applause. Without applause, what they get is endless darkness and alien coldness, is that fair?"

Arthur McLuhan thought of the expeditionary soldiers who died covering him. When he boarded the plane and left Burma, he could do nothing but pray. He didn't even know the names of those who died for him.

"Of course it's not fair."

He was very painful and sad, so when he saw the soldiers in Jiqipo who were not serious about war, he chose to escape and stay away from those people, so that he didn't have to watch them die one by one, turning into black on white paper number.

"Yes, it's not fair, but the enemy has already invaded the country, so someone has to stand in front of it. Most of those people on Jiqi Slope have never been educated. Unlike you and me, they are willing and able to think a little bit more. Some soldiers want to avenge their families, some soldiers want the integrity of the country, some soldiers are too hungry to join the army, and they know what they want? What about you? Mr. Arthur McLuhan, what do you want?"

Arthur McLuhan fell silent.

Lin Yue is right, what does he want?

He wants those people to live, and wants them to fight against fate. However, judging from the current situation, once the war starts, most people will die on the battlefield, so he is discouraged and wants to escape from this place, and he doesn't have to worry about it anymore. Those wild people who don't take their lives for their lives are heartbroken.

Lin Yue opened the door and stood in the warm sunlight.

"Long Wenwen is very contradictory, and you are also very contradictory, but I am not contradictory. The reason why I am here is to drag the Sichuan army to survive."

Arthur McLuhan looked up at the sky, shaded by the beams.

"God, please forgive me."

Lin Yue looked at him and smiled, and walked towards the place where the cannon fodders were standing in the sunshine outside the door.

It doesn't matter if Mr. Quanmin Assistance is big-hearted or cheerful, in short, when his chief was called into the room by Colonel Lin to talk, this fellow got mixed up with Mi Long and the others again.

The Czech-style light machine gun on the table was taken away by Douban, Dong Dao put his own gun over there, and Ah Yi stared at the watch to count the time, wanting to see how many seconds it would take for Alger Collins to dismantle it into a pile of parts.

"M1 Garand? How is this possible..."

Mr. National Assist stared blankly at the semi-automatic rifle on the table.

"National Assistance, you haven't seen this thing before, right? American products, serious American products!" Milong pointed to the weapons on the table and said: "This is what Lin Yue said, and the designation can't be wrong."

"I know this is an M1 Garand from the United States. I want to ask how you have this weapon. According to the "Lease Act", it should not appear in China."

The National Assistance said while gesturing with his hands.

Mi Long said: "What is he talking about, can't he dismantle it?"

Meng troubled to translate the words of "National Assistance".

Milong pointed to the M1 Garland on the table and said, "Shouldn't this thing appear in China?"

"No, no, no, I mean, it's not within the scope of aid to China."

The two of them communicated at odds, while Dong Dao, Bula and the others were all dumbfounded. Ever since they solved the misunderstanding of "let's go" and "mangy dog", Quanmin Assistance quickly got along with them, but in daily life In terms of communication, most of the time I still rely on gestures and shouting.

"Cui Yong, quick, quick, quick, bring your M2 Browning heavy machine gun over here, a guy who has never seen the world."

As soon as Milong finished speaking, the Henan guy actually called two people to the front to carry an M2 Browning heavy machine gun.

"M2, Browning." Milong patted his Czech light machine gun, and stretched out a slap for comparison: "The firepower is stronger than it, that guy, killing people like cutting wheat, Yu Xiaoqing's main force None, our group... 5, 5, do you understand?"

All the people helped with a look of hell.

This thing is not comparable to M1917 and M1919. It uses 12.7MM bullets, 500 rounds per minute, and the firepower is fierce. It is generally used on tanks and aircraft. There are indeed a batch of M2 Browning heavy machine guns in the US military aid supplies to China, but the number is very small. He really did not expect to see such things in a regiment-level unit with less than 1,000 people. Look at the Northeast guy. There are still positions.

"We are an independent regiment, directly managed by the military department." Mi Long glanced at the Henglan Mountain position: "Yu Xiaoqing, he can't do it."

At this time, Meng Fanle dragged his lame leg and leaned over: "Assist all the people, are you curious about the origin of these weapons?"

"Yes, your weapons and supplies are already comparable to the frontline combatants of the US military."

Meng Fan patted him on the shoulder, pointed to Lin Yue who came with Arthur McLuhan and said, "You can ask him this question."

Quanmin Assistance was not only cheerful, but also very straightforward. Sure enough, he walked over with the M1 Garand: "Sir, I want to know why this rifle appears in large numbers in the Sichuan Army."

Arthur McLuhan was stunned when he saw the gun in his hand. If the armourer hadn't reminded him, he really didn't pay attention to this problem.