Chapter 67 Black Group

"What should I do!" My head turned rapidly. No wonder they didn't even stand guard when they were sleeping. It turned out to be a black regiment of the US military.

Speaking of this black group, it was formed during the American Revolutionary War. At that time, all black slaves were very brave in fighting, and they made great achievements in the independence of the United States. However, due to the issue of racial discrimination, it became the most undisciplined and least combat-effective force in the US military.

In war, half of the people ran away before they arrived at the position. After arriving at the position, they set off two fires and fired a few guns. They retreated before they saw the shadow of the enemy. When they went back, they lied that they encountered large-scale enemy attacks, and even sentries at night could not arrange the situation because no one was willing to stand guard, so the people who were on guard would sneak away...

In their own words, it is, "Why do those white people don't regard black people as human beings? Why do we black people still work hard for them!"

Wait, they hate white people, not us. Compared to their enemies, they may hate Americans who discriminate against them more.

Thinking of this, I put down my gun and said to them in fluent English: "hibuddy! easyasy! iamchinese, iamyellow! (Hi man! Let's relax! I am Chinese, I am yellow!)"

This trick really worked. They were stunned when they saw that I could speak English. After hearing my words clearly, they looked at each other and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you Chinese?"

"Yes!" I nodded quickly.

"What's going on with your comrades?" the black men asked again: "You could have killed us easily just now, why did you run away again?"

"In fact..." I spread my hands and said helplessly: "They have never seen a dark-skinned person, and they regard you as ghosts. Yes, you scared them away!"

The black men were stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter. Some black men even made faces and made a few terrifying ghost screams!

At this time, I saw several volunteer soldiers poking their heads on the mountain road. They must be wondering why I was talking and laughing with these "ghosts" here.

"Brother!" I took this opportunity to point at the direction of the volunteer army hiding and said, "I have to remind you that you saw it just now. Our number is twice that of yours. Now my comrades are all pointing guns at you, so..."

“So what?”

"So you'd better put away the guns and bayonets. If my comrades find you are not ghosts, I'm careful that accidents will happen!"

Looking at the black man in front of me, he really put away the bayonets and rifles obediently, I had to admire my eloquence. In fact, my life was in their hands, and as I spoke, it seemed that their life was in my hands.

"I heard that you Chinese don't kill prisoners, is that true?" One of the black men, who was a little short, asked in fear, while his eyes were occasionally aiming in the direction where the volunteers were hiding.

"Yes!" After hearing this, I was delighted and nodded with a calm face: "We Chinese soldiers treat prisoners preferentially, and because of insufficient food, we often release the prisoners, and so do prisoners who are injured and cannot be treated well!"

"What he said is true!" One of the black men shouted: "I have seen Chinese people lift the wounded to the position and let our people carry them back!"

"I've seen it too!"

...

The blacks nodded to each other, and their expressions also eased a lot. I felt so comfortable in my heart. The policy of volunteer soldiers in treating prisoners preferentially once again demonstrated their advantages. In fact, there are many benefits to treating prisoners, which makes the enemy less determined in fighting. If I told them just now, I was the North Koreans who could shoot prisoners, I would have been dismissed a lot.

"Smoke a cigarette!" Someone handed me a cigarette, and then asked casually: "What's your name?"

"Cui Wei!" I couldn't help but hesitate when I remembered that our army was not allowed to smoke because of concern for snipers, but I still took the cigarette and lit it. I didn't want to destroy such a "harmonious" atmosphere at this time.

"Cui Wei?" The black people looked surprised: "Do you know Major Paltz?"

"Well, Major Paltz...you know each other?" I couldn't help but remember the major who was captured alive by me in the Battle of Yunshan and then released in the Second Battle.

"Of course!" said a friendly smile on the black people's faces. One of the black people in the head said: "Major Paltz has been our battalion commander. There are few white people as good as him. I visited him last week. After he was released, he was obsessed with a Chinese named Cui Wei. Is that you?"

"Yes!" I nodded, and I was so happy. It was really a cycle of cause and effect and good and evil were rewarded. I thought I would get into such a relationship when I came, so I joked: "Major Paltz is okay! In fact, I decided to release him because I couldn't stand his mouth full of garlic!"

"oh!man...ilikeyou! (Oh...brother!)" My words immediately attracted the laughter of the black people. Some people even came up to pat my shoulders kindly. They didn't seem to be fighting to the death. They gathered together with old friends who had not seen each other for a long time and reminiscing. They only saw the volunteer soldiers hiding in the dark.

"Major Paltz is very grateful for saving him from the guns of the North Koreans!" The black man in the lead continued: "He said that if it weren't for you, he might never come back and would never see your family. He also told us that if the situation is unfavorable, he could choose to surrender, but before that, you must make sure that the other party is Chinese. So..."

“So what?”

"So we surrender to you!" As he said that, the black man dropped his gun in front of me, untied the bayonet and belt, and the other black men followed suit. Although he could hear some fame from the tone of the black man, when a bunch of guns and belts were piled in front of me, I still couldn't believe that all this was true. I didn't expect that I would capture six or seventy prisoners so easily...

"Come out!" I waved to the hiding place of the volunteers and shouted: "Come out and accept the prisoners!"

"Ah? Captive?" The volunteers walked out one after another, and had not yet realized what was going on!

"Company Commander!" Hu Zi was the bravest and first came to me and asked in confusion: "They... aren't ghosts? Why do they look like charcoal heads, black and lacquered and black..."

"What the hell is it?" I gave Hu Zi a fierce look: "They are American soldiers, and they are veterans. You guys escape in the last battle! Are you embarrassed?"

"American soldiers?"

When Hu Zi and others heard that these "ghosts" were enemies, they thought about the way they ran away just now, and they couldn't help but hold their guns like wilted cabbages and stop talking.
Chapter completed!