At 19: 21 pm, after setting up camp, Rolans and his brothers lined up to receive their dinner.
Oh my god, canned luncheon meat with mint, onion, canned mashed potatoes, and hard dry bread?
Why are we eating this again? I've had enough!
Tom angrily threw the aluminum lunch box in his hand onto the ground. He pointed at the head chef who was distributing the food and cursed.
Why do you keep making us eat this? Where's the delicious steak? Where's the roast lamb? Where's the buttered beef and lettuce rolls?
I won't talk about the food, but where's the seaweed shell soup we're supposed to drink after dinner? Where's the pumpkin spicy soup? You don't even have the tomato red wine soup?
You guys are too much. Tell me where you guys went!
The head chef didn't seem angry at all. He looked at Tom coldly and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Tom!" I don't have the food you want to eat here. The materials given to me by the army can only make these. If you're not satisfied with this, you can complain to your superiors. But I'm sorry to tell you that your complaint won't have any effect.
If you're not satisfied with us, you can go back and eat the dry bread and compressed biscuits you brought. I don't serve picky customers like you. After saying that, he pointed at the tents, implying that everyone was eating here and that Tom shouldn't cause trouble.
Tom angrily left the line. Before he left, he even threw the canned bread and mashed potatoes he received on the ground.
Seeing that Tom had left, Bici, Cotteris, Clark, and Gary, who were standing in front of Rolans, also walked out of the line and threw their lunch boxes and cans in front of everyone.
When they left, they didn't forget to walk up to the head chef and spit at his feet. The head chef didn't respond and only sneered as he watched them leave.
Rolans tilted his head and asked Kabil, who was standing behind him, "Why didn't you follow them?" Upon hearing this, the usually quiet guy whom Rolans thought was a little rude opened his mouth. I'm different from them!
I was born in a worker's family. When I was young, I had to help my parents. My mother was a descendant of a Mexican noble family. She worked as a logistics worker in a weapons company. My father was a Spaniard. He worked as an ordinary worker in an automobile assembly line factory. We have a family of four. I also have a younger sister who is 14 years old this year. I watched my parents leave early in the morning and return late at night for that meager salary. My mother, because of carrying those heavy ammunition boxes all year round and not knowing how to take care of her body, after working for 7 years, she suffered from severe arthritis.
To cure my mother's illness, my family spent almost all their savings. Our lives were tight every day. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but at 12 o 'clock in the evening, I would go to the nearby supermarket to pick up the leftovers that the shopkeepers didn't want. The things that the shopkeepers thought were expired were actually still fresh to us.
If I didn't do these things, my family would probably go bankrupt before the end of the month.
Bici's family is rich. His family is in the gem business. Clark's family are all professors. I heard that they research and develop weapons and ammunition. Kotse's family is said to have opened an insurance company. These days, insurance companies are all very rich. (The insurance industry did well in the 50s to 70s, especially from the 50s to 65s.) Gary is even more impressive. I heard that his family is in the oil business and trends. (Trends is a typo. Don't scold me, river crab) So, you … "
Before Kabil could finish, the head chef holding the spoon said impatiently, "Do you still want to eat? If you don't want to eat, then don't block his way! "
Kabil was obviously a little unhappy to be interrupted, but he didn't say anything. After his lunch box was filled, he took a few pieces of dry bread and put them in his arms. Then, he turned around and finished what he didn't say. "You rich kids won't understand us at all, so don't put me in the same category as those guys." After saying this, Kabil left with a gloomy face. Before he left, he even picked up a few cans of food that Tom and the rest had left behind.
Roland sighed as she watched Kabily leave. After receiving her own food, she picked up the discarded lunch box on the ground and put back the scattered food piece by piece. "Boss, these things are already very dirty and can't be eaten. Why did you still pick them up?"
He saw Bruce holding his lunch box and looking at him in confusion. "Bruce, you bastard, how many days have you been in the army?" Rolans asked him in annoyance. "Have you forgotten what you used to eat at home?" "Or did Bici and the rest lead you astray?" Do you think that everyone in this world can eat? Do you know how many people are starving?
Come over here and help me pick up all these. Wash them with water later. Work harder and call Yellow Peach and the rest over. Open a few bottles of wine and let the brothers have a good time. Do you still want to call Bici and the rest? Rolans glared at him. "You stupid pig, they already threw their lunch boxes, and you still want them to not be afraid of being beaten?"
At 21: 38, after eating and drinking to his heart's content, Huang Tao opened the tent and happily said goodbye to Rolans and the rest. On the way back, he reached into his pocket and took out a stack of money. After counting it, he divided it into several portions and handed it to his friends.
Although those people were also drunk, they sang happily after receiving the money. But after receiving the money, they all started singing happily. One of them excitedly supported the drunken Huang Tao. "Brother Huang, this Brother Luo something is so generous to us. He treated us to drinks and gave us money. I've been in the army for so long, but I've never seen anyone treat us so well. I'm definitely going to follow him." As soon as the guy supporting Huang Tao finished speaking, the people around him immediately agreed. "Yes, yes, this brother is really good to us. I think he's worth following." Ah Long was right. Huang Tao waited for them to finish speaking before slowly saying, "At home, we rely on our parents, when we go out, we rely on our brothers, and if we don't have the resources, we rely on our friends." "Since this American guy thinks highly of us, we can't let him look down on us, right?"
"Brothers, listen up. Tonight, we'll be on guard from 12 to 3 in the morning. Everyone, be careful. If I catch anyone slacking off, get the hell out of here."
At 11: 27, the patrolling Rolans met Huang Tao. "It's time to get off work. Go back and rest early!" Because Rolans and the rest were Americans, their patrol time was 2: 00. It was strange for Rolans to meet Huang Tao so early in the morning.
(Americans serve in the army to earn money, not to protect their country. Thus, they don't have the consciousness of protecting their country. In their hearts, it's like going to work for a company. At the beginning of the war in Afghanistan, many people would rather join a mercenary company than fight for the American capitalists. In order to recruit enough people, they even gave laptops to the army and relaxed the age limit. Anyone between 30 and 40 years old could join the army. It didn't matter if they were fat or skinny, as long as they could pick up a gun, they could join the army. It didn't matter if you were a criminal, nearsighted, undocumented immigrant, or even an illegal immigrant. What was even more ridiculous was that if you were in the top 100, 500, or 1000, you could get 2000 USD as a reward.)
Although he didn't quite understand it, who would reject the opportunity to get off work early and go back to sleep?
After changing shifts with Huang Tao and the rest, the worried Rolans spent another 10 minutes giving them a few more instructions before leaving the patrol area with his rifle. At 1: 18 am, on the hillside opposite the road, a dozen or so black shadows were jumping around like rabbits. After running for a few minutes, they stopped under a huge wild banana tree. A sturdy man raised the rifle in his hand and looked at the scope. The rifle in his hand was the Soviet Union's famous Mosin-Nagan sniper rifle. The barrel of the rifle was very long. If an expert saw it, they would know that it wasn't an ordinary sniper rifle. The cost to make such a rifle was very high. Needless to say, this was a custom-made rifle. The sturdy man looked at the campfire for a while and turned around to ask a few questions. After waiting for a few minutes, he waved his hand and said, "Move according to the plan!"
2: 33 am was the time when the human body was the most tired. People who hadn't gone through training would fall asleep easily at this time. 200 meters in front of the campsite, a few bushes shook slightly, revealing two human heads. The two heads looked at the campsite in front of them for a while and then nodded at each other. Uncle Chen, have Captain Wu and the rest reached the ambush location? You don't have to worry about that. We'll talk about it when you become the captain! Hurry up and take out the magazine. It's almost 3 am. If they don't make a move at 3 am, then we'll move alone. This was the captain's order. The two of them nervously lay on the ground and waited.
The man called Uncle Chen took out his pocket watch and stared at the time on it. Time ticked by, and finally, it was 3 am.
In the distance, there were a few croaks of water toads. Croak, croak, croak … After a few dozen croaks, it was as if they had already communicated with each other. Croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak. More and more water toads croaked.
Carlos crawled out of the tent and kept rubbing his eyes. He yawned and scolded angrily, "It's so noisy. Tomorrow, I'll definitely ask those f * cking monkeys to catch all these d * mn beasts and kill them. F * cking hell, why are they not sleeping in the middle of the night? D * mn monkey country, d * mn wilderness, I hate this d * mn place."
Before he finished speaking, there was a gunshot from the opposite hillside. He was stunned for a moment and then realized that it was the sound of an M1 Carbine. Enemy! He shouted, "The enemy is here. The guerrillas are here. Everyone, get up." Just as he finished shouting, there were two more gunshots from the opposite side. After these three gunshots, there was a loud explosion. A tent was flipped to the ground. Immediately, four people were lying on the ground. Two of them had blood all over their faces as they rolled and screamed in pain.
Rolans untied his sleeping bag and climbed out. He was sleeping in the sleeping bag with his gun. He was very cunning. When he slept, he didn't lie in the tent but outside. In order to not be disturbed by the campfire, he even covered himself with a piece of cloth.
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