The platoon leaders of the Bibi squad flashed at the sign of the bosses, and the whistle sounded and short, as if the expressions on their faces were weak at this time. The platoon leaders of the squad were a little reluctant, and they were more willing to continue to look at the foreigners who were frightened and looked as if they were ashamed of their faces.

Seeing that the situation was a little stable, Xiang Debiao smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, I will go down to receive some of the majors. My poor baby is scared to death!"

You Fei smiled wickedly in his heart and waved his hand. Such a person of this level has already given the Chief of Staff a great deal of face. When we reach our territory, we will not be so easy to meet.

Xiang Debiao stood up with the backbone of the old Xiang people, with a arrogant look on his face. Although he always advised You Fei to be lenient in front of You Fei, he was not vague about the foreigners at all in his own right. That deep hatred would not be weakened at all because of the passage of time.

"What's going on!" As soon as the person arrived, Xiang Debiao shouted angrily, with a murderous look on his face. Major Hans, who wanted to step forward to salute Xiang Debiao, was shocked.

I don't know if I'm used to Xiang Debiao's usual kindness, but the soldiers around who had not yet dispersed were shocked and quickly dispersed with their heads hanging down. These veterans were not afraid of foreign devil officers, but they dared not be disrespectful to the Chief of Staff.

With a tense face, Xiang Debiao waited for Hans fiercely, and he said coldly: "Major, I need an explanation for what happened today. If you can't satisfy me, maybe I will send you to the military court of the headquarters tomorrow!"

Hans really felt that he was hard to tell. Until now, he still couldn't figure out the cause of the sudden anger of the Chinese soldiers. How could you explain it clearly. After a long silence, Hans mustered up the courage to salute Xiang Debiao and said, "Hello, sir, I am Major Hans. I led this group of 60 sects to report. As long as I entered the military camp, the vehicle was surrounded by soldiers of your troops. As for the specific cause, the subordinates didn't know much about it!" Hans's Chinese was pretty good, otherwise Stilwell wouldn't send him to carry out this mission. Stilwell knew very well about the Chinese temperament, especially the 259th Division, which was quite xenophobic. Don't expect to send a school official who could not speak Chinese to have any effect in the past.

Xiang Debiao's face improved a little. He just snorted coldly and expressed his dissatisfaction. This was the only thing he said to Hans: "Major Hans, I am Xiang Debiao, the chief of staff of the 259th Division. The division commander is busy with government affairs. I will be responsible for the future reception work. If you have any questions that need help, you can first respond to the grassroots cadres. If they cannot solve the problem, then you can ask them to contact me to assist in the handling. Today is the day you just came. You gather them together and I have some things to say."

Hans hurriedly asked the non-commissioned officers on the truck to gather. At this time, although the non-commissioned officers in the UK and the United States were not very stable, they also quickly lined up, holding steel guns solemnly, with their legs slightly splitting and straddling, and no one made irrelevant noises.

Xiang Debiao frowned slightly. These British and American sects were all thick-shouldered and thick-legged, extremely thick and strong. After all, they were very majestic. Even if they had just experienced such a big scene, there was no expression of anger on their faces, and their faces were full of flesh and lumps of flesh were expressionless like marble.
Chapter completed!