Chapter 83
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On April 27th, 1961, it was drizzling. On one of the BY Allied Forces positions, two Allied Forces soldiers were on duty in a guard tower made of bamboo. One of them was carefully looking into the distance with a pair of binoculars.
The other was on guard with an American-made M1 Garand rifle. The soldier with the binoculars looked like a veteran. The veteran put down the binoculars in his hand and turned to the soldier with the gun. "Adler, go get my old smoking pipe. I want to smoke a few times to satisfy my craving."
"That won't do, Squad Leader. We're on duty now. Those terrifying enemies could appear at any time. The soldier with the gun refused the veteran's request. Adler? Have you become stupid after being a soldier? I'm your squad leader. You have to do whatever I tell you to do. Are you not going to listen to orders? If you don't listen to me, I'll report to the company commander and say bad things about you. I'll ask the leader to ground you!
But, but it's almost time for our change of guard. There's still 28 minutes left. Can't you smoke after they're done with the handover? I won't care even if you smoke until the sun rises! "The soldier with the gun tried to persuade the veteran, but it had no effect."
"Shut up. Are you the squad leader or am I the squad leader? Hurry up and get my cigarette. If you don't listen to me, I'll beat you up. I'll ground you when we get back. I mean what I say. Don't mess with me!"
Seeing that his superior was angry, the soldier with the gun had no choice but to climb up the guard tower. He took out the squad leader's favorite bamboo pipe from the bicycle rack parked next to the guard tower. The veteran took out a match and lit the pipe. As the pipe glowed red, the veteran took two big puffs. "How satisfying!"
"Do you want a puff or two?" The veteran handed over the hookah. "No thanks, Squad Leader. You know I don't like to smoke. Besides, smoking is bad for your health. The veteran's face darkened when he heard this. "Who said smoking was bad for your health? Your uncle has been smoking for seven years. Look at me, I'm still in good health. I have a great-uncle who has been smoking for 25 years. He is now 68 years old and spends his days in the mountains chopping firewood and fetching water. Can you say that he is not in good health?
It's really annoying. Soviet instructors, Soviet instructors, it's those damn hairy ghosts again. I feel disgusted when I hear their names.
After saying that, the veteran picked up the hookah and took a few more puffs. After that, he shook his head, as if trying to forget about the Soviets that had just come out of his mouth!
How dare you say the Soviet instructors are ghosts. Class leader, remember not to say the Soviets are ghosts in the future. Otherwise, if the instructors hear you, you will be in trouble. They will lock you up. What did you say? You little brat, you dare to talk to me about such great principles? Do you believe that I will slap you to death? Don't talk to me about such messy theories, you little brat whose hair hasn't even fully grown.
I hate talking about these things the most. When I was fighting the Japanese, you were still wearing your boxers. Bah! What Soviet instructors, bah! They are all uncivilized Western devils who eat raw meat. In the future, don't talk to me about this nonsense filled with dogma. Go, go down and get me my favorite mung bean pancake. After standing guard all day, I'm a little hungry. I'll eat some first to stave off my hunger.
What? You still want to eat? It's almost time. If the people changing guards see us, they will be punished. I'm afraid they will lose half a bowl of rice. I won't do that. If you don't listen to me, I will beat you up. The veteran raised his fist and shook it. Don't hit me, don't hit me, I will go down now. The soldier had no choice but to obediently go down the tower.
Where is the food? After searching for a long time, he finally found a roll of paper sealed mung bean pancake. I am a talented student. How dare he ask me to be his follower. Hmph, I will eat one to fill my five viscera first. This mung bean pancake can be my reward for being his follower. After eating the pancake, he wiped his mouth and climbed up the tower. Class leader, your mung bean pancake is here. The veteran unhappily put down the hookah and raised his head. What took you so long? Are you secretly eating my pancake?
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