Alan? Alan was holding a short-barreled rifle tightly and hiding in a ravine. Not far above him, a middle-aged man was undoing his belt. From this familiar action, Alan knew that this was a typical action of a man pulling open his pants and peeing. He really wanted to shoot this middle-aged man immediately. The straight-line distance was less than ten meters, so the chances of hitting were very high. However, Alan decided not to make a move for the time being. The voice next to him proved that there were other middle-aged men around. He hoped to wait until the middle-aged man turned around before he sneaked up on him. After all, the middle-aged man had just peed in this ravine. The Chinese people would not be so vigilant and might be able to kill several middle-aged men at once.
The middle-aged man said something while peeing. Alan did not understand Chinese and did not understand at all. However, listening to the laughter around him, it seemed to be some amusing words between men. This was because some of the laughter sounded fake and deliberate.
Wang Dali tried his best to use a calm voice to laugh at the comrades around him. "There's a Yankee on my lower right. Haha. Which one of you has better aim, shoot him down with one shot? "
The comrades around him were amused by this. "Haha! You brat, keep making it up! "
"With the behavior of the mad dogs in Texas, if I suddenly dodge, he will probably shoot immediately. I had to force myself not to continue looking at him. Hurry up and do it! Haha! "Because he was too excited, Wang Dali's voice sounded super fake.
This tone made the comrades feel that Wang Dali was not joking. The squad leader took out his pistol and let the soldier grab the back of his belt. He suddenly leaned out of the ravine. Without waiting for Alan to notice the threat above his head, the squad leader shot a hole in Alan's head with three consecutive shots.
When Alan fell to the ground, the squad leader was pulled back to an upright position by the soldier. Wang Dali, who had been trying his best to hold back his pee, jumped back into the ravine like a zombie. The excitement was so full of fear that the other comrades could not help but laugh out loud.
However, this laughter only lasted for a few seconds. Everyone quickly entered a state of battle. It was indeed a terrible thing to have a Yankee hiding in the ravine. Picking up the rifle and hand grenades, the troops quickly surrounded the ravine to prevent other Yankee hiding inside.
Ten minutes later, the ravine was finally searched. Other than a dead American, there was no one else alive. This made the comrades in the unit heave a sigh of relief.
"You won't even let me have a peaceful pee!" Wang Dali said angrily.
If this was a time of peace, these words and the tone of grief and indignation would have caused a roar of laughter. However, the troops did not have such emotions. Not only did they not find it funny, but their expressions showed that they shared a common enemy.
After the matter was over, the troops immediately carried their guns and continued to move forward. On the vast land of Texas, it would take more than a day for the Liberation Army's sparse net to become dense.
In autumn, the vegetation in Texas withered, which made the search work of the troops more effective. Of course, this was also the reason why millions of people joined hands and formed an iron wall at this time. Texas was about 700,000 square kilometers. With more than a million people from the Liberation Army scattered here, there were only two people per square kilometer. If it was summer with lush vegetation, the encirclement would be extremely difficult.
A million people joining hands could form a line nearly 2,000 kilometers long. This line would first surround the border of Texas and then advance steadily. Although it was slow and arduous, Wang Dali and the others could even dig out a Yankee hiding in the ravine, which showed how meticulous the troops were.
At this time, the encirclement had already shrunk for more than ten days, and the troops had generally advanced more than 100 kilometers. The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, and the frequency of encountering enemies was getting higher. Wang Dali's unit advanced slowly with the other troops. The ravines, forests, and grass were carefully combed like a comb. The places where people might be hiding were checked by the military dogs. Although the military dogs were often interested in various kinds of rats or animals that dug holes, they did dig out many Texans who used their imagination.
After moving forward for less than five kilometers, Wang Dali saw some problems in the distance. Looking through binoculars, it should be some humanoid objects nailed to some wooden stakes. It was blurry and could not be seen clearly, but Wang Dali put away his binoculars. He and his comrades had seen this situation more than once. What was nailed to the stakes or hung from the trees were all Native American corpses. Generally speaking, these Native Americans had been cruelly treated before they died. Their organs were cut off, or they had been brutally beaten before they died. After the Texans executed the Native Americans, they would hang a sign on the Native American's body that said, "This is what happened to the Chinese."
At this time, the sun was in the west, and the troops began to set up camp. A large number of scouts and night shift personnel were ready. The results of the day's efforts could not be wasted at night. This was also the reason why the troops moved slowly. There was too much preparation work to be done before they set up camp.
The night passed uneventfully. The next day, the troops continued to move forward, and Wang Dali finally had the chance to reach the hanging corpses. About 20 people were hung high up. Among them, only three or four were Native Americans, and the rest were all dark-skinned black people. Wang Dali asked the deputy platoon leader beside him in confusion, "I remember there are black people in the United States. Why are these Texans hanging them up?"
The deputy platoon leader sneered and said, "Black people are slaves in the United States. Since when do Americans treat slaves as human beings?"
These words reminded Wang Dali of the previous training content, which was about the problem between white and black people in the United States. There were originally no black people in the United States. These black people were transported from Africa to the United States by the British and European slave traders. Although the black skin of the black people made Wang Dali feel a little uncomfortable and dirty, Wang Dali naturally felt some sympathy for the black people who were being slaughtered like this.
After walking forward for a short while, there was suddenly a gunshot in front of them. The Liberation Army immediately responded. The troops lay down and confirmed the enemy's location. Then, the motorcycle troops immediately set off and outflanked the enemy from behind. Just like before, the enemy did not expect the Liberation Army's reaction to be so fast and aggressive. Seeing that the Liberation Army's motorcycle troops were circling behind them, the Americans could no longer hold it in. They jumped on their horses and tried to use the straightest route to compete with the Liberation Army's motorcycle troops in the wilderness.
When the two teams approached each other, it was temporarily unclear who had the advantage in speed. Then, the light machine gun mounted on the hood of the three-wheeled motorcycle began to fire. The two cavalrymen running at the front were shot down in a moment, and the riders behind them had to choose to stay away from the light machine gun or lie down on the back of their horses in an attempt to avoid the light machine gun's fire. Either way, they were easily overtaken by the motorcycles. The encirclement was completed very quickly.
Seeing this situation, Wang Dali breathed a sigh of relief. After this kind of drama, which was played out every day, the troops could continue to move forward. He did not expect the group of Texans to be so calm and stubborn after being surrounded. He did not know how many bullets they had brought, but the gunfire was intense. The follow-up motorcycles carried mortars over, and after a few rounds hit the target, the Texans' resistance ended.
Just as the troops began to search and move forward, the Japanese who followed the team rushed over and carried out more than 20 people. One of the prisoners was actually black. Wang Dali was puzzled. He asked the deputy platoon leader, "Didn't they say that black people are slaves? Why are there slaves working so hard for their slave owners? "
The deputy platoon leader was stunned at first. He did not expect there to be a few black people among the attackers, who were like moths to a flame. Not far behind, there were more than a dozen black people who had been hanged by the Texans, and in front of them were black people who were fighting for the United States. The deputy platoon leader frowned and said, "These black people are probably not in the same group."
Wang Dali felt that this explanation could explain a lot of things. Perhaps the Americans had a completely different classification of black people. Black people were slaves, and some black people were more like slaves than others. At this moment, the instructor passed by the troops and heard everyone discussing why the black people did not resist. The instructor immediately ran to the camp political commissar. Not long after, the camp political commissar came over with the interpreter and instructor to stop the Japanese. They took the black people away in the direction of the black people's corpses hanging high.
At night, the troops still maintained the system of meeting. After reporting the battle that the troops faced and the latest rotation, the camp was ready to disperse. Wang Dali could not help but raise his hand and ask to speak. After getting permission, Wang Dali asked, "What did the black people who were caught think about the white people hanging black people?"
The camp commandant was a little stunned. The camp political commissar stood up and replied, "The black people said that if they were willing to work hard and fight for the white people, they would probably be treated fairly by the white people. So, they were not forced to come, but they applied to join the battle. "
Wang Dali was immediately stunned. He could not quite understand what the camp political commissar meant by this. Or rather, he could not understand the black people's thoughts at all. It was obvious that the white people did not see black people as human beings, but there were still black people who hoped to be recognized by the white people by dying for the white people. Wang Dali felt that this kind of logical thinking did not follow the principle of equality.
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