There are so many planes? Are we going to take a plane later?
Bruce asked Tangleh softly. Tangleh was amused by her words. If we aren't going to take a plane, what are we going to take when we're at the airport? Don't tell me we're going to take a car. Bruce, don't say such childish things in the future. It's a good thing you're saying it to me. If others heard it, they would laugh their heads off.
A nigger is a nigger, a country bumpkin who hasn't seen the world. Tom scoffed. Alright, cut it out. We're all country bumpkins. Who has ever sat in such a thing?
Everyone, line up and board one by one. There's no rush. Find a seat after you board the plane. There's a vomit bag at the top of the plane. You can use it if you feel uncomfortable during the flight. Carlos stood beside the helicopter, instructing the soldiers on how to use the equipment on board as he ordered them to board. Only after the last soldier boarded the plane did Carlos board the plane.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The helicopter's propellers began to rotate as the plane slowly lifted off the ground.
As it was his first time taking a helicopter, Tangleh was extremely excited. Tangleh curiously touched the cabin. Americans were rich, and being a soldier was a luxury. Tangleh sighed inwardly. The destination wasn't far. Of course, if he were to take a car, it would take at least six hours based on the current Vietnamese roads. It would be much faster to take a plane. It would only take 40 minutes. After the helicopter landed, the cabin door opened. The soldiers walked out of the cabin like ducks released from a cage.
It was a huge grain-drying barn, about the size of a football field. In the middle of the grain-drying barn stood more than ten Vietnamese in green military uniforms. From the looks of their attire, they were likely officers. When they saw Carlos come down, they hurriedly went forward to welcome him. A 1.72-meter-tall man with a little Mustache at the corner of his mouth shook Carlos's hand warmly. Little Mustache would pause after saying a few words, and a short officer beside him would say a few words. It looked like he was translating.
What are they saying? Tom, you talk too much. You don't even understand it, so why do you care? They were greeting each other. Little Mustache said, "Thank you for your hard work, sir. Welcome to the 16th Regiment for training." Carlos introduced himself first. After that, he asked Little Mustache where their camp was. Is everything ready? Little Mustache said that everything was ready. Hearing Tangleh's explanation, Bici asked in surprise, "Boss, you can understand it?
Of course I understand. Don't you know that I've been a genius since I was young? What was a genius? He was born a fool. Geniuses were born fools. Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Oh, that's wrong. Actually, it should be interpreted as being born smart. Tangleh hurriedly corrected himself. (Darn internet language. It's really killing me. In his previous life, Tangleh was an internet addict. As he didn't have many friends, he could only kill time on the internet. As he spent too much time online, he was poisoned by internet language.)
The reason why Tangleh could understand Vietnamese was because of his next-door neighbor. In his previous life, Tangleh's neighbor was a Vietnamese. As he was in the Vietnamese timber business all year round, he married a Vietnamese wife. This Vietnamese woman was very talkative and often went to Tangleh's house to play. After a while, they became very familiar with each other. As they were in business all year round, this family was very rich. When Tangleh went to his neighbor's house to play, he saw the family's child playing a PS1. He was extremely envious. (It would be awesome to have a PS1 to play games at any time. After all, each unit costs 2,400 yuan. Not every family could afford it.) Tangleh asked the child to let him play for a while. He didn't expect the child to be very generous. Not only did he agree to Tangleh's request, he even took the initiative to play doubles with Tangleh. As they often played together, Tangleh learned to speak Vietnamese.
Not only could he understand it, but he could also speak fluently. The topic was off topic … When the soldiers walked to the camp that the NY officer had prepared for them, they were not only disappointed by the scene in front of them. The so-called barracks were similar to a village like a courtyard house. The low houses and short walls made the soldiers angrier the more they looked at them. The American soldiers blocked the door noisily and refused to enter their new home.
Oh my god, what the hell is this place? Is this a chicken coop or a dog kennel? We are Americans. How can we live in such a place? Yes, how can we live in such a broken house? Even my dog kennel is cleaner than it. Look at the moss-covered walls and the dark house. Even the light can't shine in. Just looking at it makes one's hair stand on end, let alone living in it.
Shut up, you idiots. You're American soldiers, not chattering old women in a wet market. When they heard Captain Carlos's voice, everyone was so scared that they didn't dare to make a sound. Why aren't you going in? What are you standing here for? Are you waiting for me to be your nanny and help you clean up the house?
Upon hearing Carlos's words, the soldiers reluctantly walked in. Tangleh found a house that faced the south and walked in. Boss, why did you choose this house? This house doesn't seem to be very good. Bici, if you don't like it, go live with someone else. I'm just grumbling.
I don't like living with unfamiliar people. If I don't live with you, who will I live with? You're the boss, so of course I'll listen to you. In that case, don't talk nonsense in the future. Do you understand, Bici? No problem, Boss.
When they walked into the house, they could smell a moldy smell. Many of the white walls in the house had already begun to peel. The house was empty. Apart from a square table and a bed, there was almost nothing else. That darn Vietnamese monkey actually dared to lie to us and even said that everything was prepared. In the end, there was nothing and we rejoiced for nothing.
Bici, have you forgotten what I told you before? Boss, I haven't forgotten. I really can't stand the Vietnamese monkey fooling us like that. I've never lived in such a house before. My grandfather's old house is ten times better than this.
Ah. Before Bici could finish his words, he let out a scream. Hearing Bici's scream, Tangleh dropped the gun in his hand in fright. Tangleh turned his head and saw two rats the size of cats on Bici's head. As they bit Bici, they squeaked. Bici was so frightened that he danced and shouted on the spot.
What an idiot. Tangleh cursed inwardly. He rushed over and grabbed the rat's tail, pulled it off Bici's body, and threw it to the ground. The mouse was immediately half-dead from the fall. Tang Lei then stepped on the mouse's body. The mouse squeaked twice and died.
The other rat on Bici's body felt something amiss when it heard its companion's scream. It jumped off and ran away. Tangleh didn't see any traces of the rat even after chasing it out the door. The dog ran really fast. Tangleh was just about to turn around to check on Bici's injuries when he saw a figure rush to his side. Due to the poor lighting, Tangleh didn't understand what was going on before he was knocked to the ground by the figure. Tangleh stood up in a daze.
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