Arthur McLuhan glanced at Lin Yue's epaulettes, his eyes darkening slightly.
"Mr. McLuhan, I am Lin Yue, the military staff officer. Please come here to speak."
After Lin Yue finished speaking, he walked straight to his room.
Arthur McLuhan looked at Long Wenwen, then at Lin Yue's back, jumped out of the jeep and followed him into the northern wooden house.
"Coffee or whiskey?"
Arthur McLuhan said: "Coffee."
Lin Yue used the water in the thermos to make him a cup of coffee and handed it to him.
"Why are you leaving?"
"Because they didn't take themselves and the weapons they wore seriously, they were not qualified warriors," said Arthur McLuhan.
Lin Yue said: "Do you know why I asked Long Wenwen to bring you to worship Qipo? It's to convey your attitude to them."
"Sorry, I can't help you."
Lin Yue opened the drawer next to him, took out something from it and placed it in front of Arthur McLuhan.
The bearded American was stunned.
He recognized what was on the table--the Medal of Merit at the officer level, awarded by the U.S. government to its own and allied personnel for outstanding performance in war.
A Chinese man actually received a medal from the U.S. government, which surprised him and surprised him.
"Medal of Merit? How did you get it?"
Lin Yue looked at him and said, "Mr. McLuhan, I have seen your resume. Do you still remember the war in northern Myanmar?"
Speaking of that war, Arthur McLuhan became a little emotional: "No, that's not called a war, that's a massacre."
"It was in the jungles of northern Myanmar that I saved several Americans. I also gave some advice to the U.S. Navy at the beginning of this year. After that, President Roosevelt handed this medal into my hands." Lin Yuedun After a moment, he continued: "What I want to say is not how much I have done to help the Americans. What I want to say is how many bones the expeditionary force left behind in exchange for the safe evacuation of the British and American troops. Those people have no medals or applause. Without applause, what they get is endless darkness and alien coldness. Is this fair?"
Arthur McLuhan thought of the expeditionary soldiers who died while covering him. When he got on the plane to leave 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 in pain and sad, so when he saw the group of soldiers in Jiqipo who were not taking the war seriously, he chose to escape and stay away from those people, so that he would not have to watch them die one by one and turn into black on white paper. number.
"Yes, it's unfair, but the enemy has invaded the country, and there must be someone to hold it in front. Most of the people on Jiqi Slope have never read a book. Unlike you and me, they are willing and able to think more. Some soldiers want to avenge their families, some want the integrity of their country, and some soldiers are so hungry that they have no choice but to join the army. They know what they want. What about you? Mr. Arthur McLuhan, what do you want?"
Arthur McLuhan stopped talking.
Lin Yue was right, what did he want?
He wanted those people to live and fight against their fate. However, judging from the current situation, once the war started, most people would die on the battlefield, so he was discouraged and wanted to escape from this place without having to worry about it anymore. The heart aches for those savages who do not regard their lives as their own.
Lin Yue opened the door and stood in the warm sunshine.
"Long Wenwen is very conflicted, and you are also very conflicted, but I am not conflicted. The reason why I am here is to keep the Sichuan Army alive."
Arthur McLuhan raised his head and looked toward the sky covered by the rafters.
"God, please forgive me."
Lin Yue looked at him and smiled, then walked towards the place where the cannon fodder stopped in the sunshine outside the door.
Mr. National Assistance may be a big-hearted or cheerful person, but when his commander was called into the room by Colonel Lin to talk, he got involved with Mi Long and others again.
The Czech light machine gun on the table was taken away by Doubian. Dong Dao put his own gun over it. Ayi stared at the watch to count the seconds, wanting to see how many seconds it would take Alger Collins to dismantle it into a pile of parts.
"M1 Garand? How is this possible..."
Mr. National Assistance stared blankly at the semi-automatic rifle on the table.
"National Assistance, you haven't seen this thing before, have you? American products, serious American products!" Mi Long pointed at the weapons on the table and said: "This is what Lin Yue said, and the designation cannot be wrong."
"I know this is the M1 Garand from the United States. I want to ask you how you have this weapon. According to the "Lease Act", it should not appear in China."
National Assistance said while gesturing with his hands.
Mi Long said: "What kind of thing is he talking about? Does he know how to dismantle it?"
Meng Fanglia translated the words of national assistance.
Milong pointed to the M1 Garand on the table and said, "Shouldn't this thing appear in China?"
"No, no, no, I mean, it is not within the scope of aid to China."
The two of them were communicating nonchalantly, while Dong Dao, Bu La and others were all confused. Ever since they solved the misunderstanding between "let's go" and "mangy dog", Quanmin Assist 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, come on, come on, come on, bring your M2 Browning heavy machine gun over here, you have never seen the world."
As soon as Milong finished speaking, the Henan guy actually asked two people to go to the front and carry an M2 Browning heavy machine gun over.
"M2, Browning." Milong patted his Czech light machine gun and extended a hand to compare: "The firepower is stronger than it. That guy kills people like cutting wheat. Yu Xiaoqing's main force None, our group... is 5, 5, do you understand?"
National Assistance looked like it was like seeing a ghost.
This thing is not comparable to the M1917 or M1919. It uses 12.7MM bullets, 500 rounds per minute, and has fierce firepower. It is generally used on tanks and aircraft. There was indeed a batch of M2 Browning heavy machine guns in the US military aid supplies to China, but the number was very small. He really didn't expect to see such a thing in a regiment-level unit with less than 1,000 people. Look, the Northeast guy didn't mean just one gun. There are still positions.
"We are an independent regiment, under the direct control of the military." Mi Long glanced at the Henglan Mountain position: "Yu Xiaoqing, he can't do it."
At this time, Meng Fanxiao dragged his lame leg over and said, "All the people are assisting. Are you curious about the origin of these weapons?"
"Yes, your weapons and supplies are already comparable to those of US military frontline combatants."
Meng Fanxiao patted him on the shoulder, pointed at Lin Yue, who was walking over with Arthur McLuhan, and said, "You can ask him this question."
Quanmin Assist was not only cheerful, but also very upright. Sure enough, he walked over with an M1 Garand: "Sir, I want to know why this rifle appears in large numbers in the Sichuan Army."
Arthur McLuhan was stunned for a moment when he saw the gun in his hand. If the armorer hadn't reminded him, he really wouldn't have paid attention to this issue.
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