Today's encounter left Zhou Changfeng speechless. How could such an outrageous thing happen to them?
If the two sides were in a state of war, rushing to the front line as a mid-level officer would definitely not be such a trivial matter. He would have to lead at least a garrison platoon. But now that I am just a military observer, it is impossible to assign dozens of people to myself.
Facing the joking remarks of this young Italian major, Adala glared angrily, Chen Guangyun was quite nervous, and Zhou Changfeng looked helpless.
Except for Adala, whose hands were tied behind his back, Zhou and Chen only had their guns confiscated.
Interference is interference. Italy has not explicitly declared war, and Ming Dynasty is in a standard neutral state, so the Italian army is unlikely to embarrass them.
But... I can’t say for sure.
Zhou Changfeng thought for a while and decided to test it out with a neutral attitude first, "It's not that we are lost, it's that you are very smart and set up an ambush behind the battle lines."
The major smiled lightly, "Won't you introduce yourself? My name is Enrique Bianchi, and I serve in the 26th Infantry Division of the Royal Italian Army."
"Zhou Changfeng, Lieutenant Colonel." Zhou Changfeng tried to answer in French, very concisely.
Enrique obviously did not expect that he could speak French, so he looked surprised. Then he pretended to salute, and then asked knowingly: "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, this is not your war, why are you here?"
"Examining the War."
"Oh? I'm here to learn the experience of blood and fire."
"Yes."
Enrique looked very surprised. He turned to look at the officers next to him and sneered: "A country that only makes profits from wars also cares about this? I always thought that they would still hide in the East and count their banknotes. Woolen cloth."
In response to their ridicule and ridicule, Zhou Changfeng just frowned and soon regained his composure.
"So, Mr. Observer, you should know a lot about the movements and deployments of the Republican Army, right? We are asking you, will you answer truthfully?" Enrique, who was smiling, deliberately made the word "Observer" very loud. Heavy.
"No, because we are neutral." Zhou Changfeng decisively refused.
"This is not good and will cause us to suffer more losses."
"If you don't come here to get involved in the civil war, you don't have to worry about casualties."
"Oh, there is no need for a chaotic and incompetent government to exist. We are here to help Spain." Enrique said nonchalantly: "If you refuse to answer, I think those national troops may not treat you well."
After Enrique finished speaking in French, he looked at Adala again, and then mumbled something, which immediately caused the latter to scold him.
At this moment, several National Army officers with unkind eyes were staring at Zhou Changfeng and his party.
Chen Guangyun asked in a low voice: "Zhou Kexing, what did this guy say?"
"He said if we don't actually recruit them, those rebels might take action."
"Damn it, you fart, this kind of threat... let's see who dares!"
Zhou Changfeng said calmly: "We are just here to inspect the actual situation on the battlefield, and we don't know any strategies."
Hearing this, Enrique sneered, then glanced sideways at them, then pointed at Adala and said, "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, you are neutral, but he is not. Are you sure you don't want to tell us?"
"He is employed by us, so he is also neutral."
"Oh, then I can only be rude."
Enrique looked at Zhou Changfeng carefully with interest, and then waved.
Immediately, two soldiers stepped forward and grabbed his hands.
When Chen Guangyun saw this, he wanted to get closer, but his arm was also held back.
Enrique's leather-gloved right hand reached into the large and deep pocket on the left side of Zhou Changfeng's uniform, and took out a notebook, a folded map, and a pen.
Then, he pulled open the collar of his uniform and took out the naval officer's disc and a photo of Zhou Changfeng and Xia Xiaoshi from the inner pocket.
The map is a tourist map, but it is densely marked with blue and red pencil circles.
The notebook records daily itineraries and experiences, as well as personal opinions.
Of course, Enrique cannot read Chinese characters.
He handed the notebook to a lieutenant next to him, then held a corner of the photo to read it, and then said with a smile: "What a beautiful girl. Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, just like you, I also have a beautiful wife, her name is Karina…”
As he spoke, the smile on his face quickly faded and turned into a cold expression, "If Karina knew that I died on foreign soil, she would be very sad. What about your wife?"
Enrique seems not to understand the basic operation of using both soft and hard tactics, and is just threatening.
In Zhou Changfeng's opinion, this was a fool, so he said bluntly: "Unfortunately, Major, your threat has no effect on me. Maybe my death is not enough to trigger a war, but your country has a lot of resources from the east. , you should be well aware of the power of trade restrictions."
Enrique's patience had already been worn down, and now that he was being spoken back to, he, who came from an ordinary background but was arrogant, couldn't bear it any longer.
He turned his head and shouted an order in Italian. Soon, the two Fiat M7914 water-cooled heavy machine guns arranged next to the flower bed were loaded with a click, and the soldiers' fingers were on the triggers.
The villagers in the square struggled in fear, and were immediately beaten back with rifle butts by the National Army soldiers outside.
"Are you willing to watch them scream and die in front of you?" Enrique pulled out the Beretta M7934 pistol from his waist and said coldly: "Tell me the deployment and movements, and then it will be another A harmonious afternoon."
Chen Guangyun thought to himself, isn't this stupid? What does the life and death of the Folangji people have to do with our Ming Dynasty? Isn't using this threat the same as threatening Zhang San with Li Si's life?
He originally thought that Zhou Changfeng would refuse indifferently, but he caught a glimpse of the latter looking very troubled?
After a moment, Zhou Changfeng, who had made up his mind, replied word for word: "Sorry, I strictly maintain neutrality."
"boom!"
Enrique raised his hand and fired a shot. The 9×17mm Browning short bullet hit an old man with a white beard.
The old man fell to the ground and the villagers screamed.
"In my opinion, you are shameless warmongers." Enrique hummed with contempt on his face: "You have no compassion and are not favored by God."
After a few seconds, he asked again: "Do you agree now? Mr. Lieutenant Colonel."
"I don't know the deployment situation." Zhou Changfeng's eyes met his and he did not dodge.
"boom!"
A middle-aged man clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground, while his wife and son cried and threw themselves at him.
Despite the language barrier, the villagers all realized that their life and death depended on this young Chinese.
How does it feel to be stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes? More than a hundred villagers looked at Zhou Changfeng with longing eyes.
"Last chance." Enrique's tone was cold.
"Zhou! Don't tell him!" Adala yelled, but was hit hard on the back by a rifle butt.
In just a few seconds, Zhou Changfeng thought a lot. Countless scenes and images from his past and present life flashed by like a slideshow.
His lips trembled slightly, his body tensed, and he frowned and refused: "I can't possibly tell you."
(End of chapter)
