Chapter 183 (1/2)

Steve is not good at speech. His self abasement makes him a little introverted, while Frey is not a talkative person. They just chat a little bit on the way.

I don't know why Steve can feel something dark from Frey. His new friend seems to have experienced a lot of things... Bad things.

People in the car were subconsciously avoiding Frey's eyes, as if he had an infectious disease.

They always look at Fred secretly when they are talking, and if Frey is looking at them, their voices will get smaller and smaller until they close their mouths tightly.

In this strange atmosphere, they arrived at the Caspian camp.

The Caspian camp is built in a forest with a large area. You can see that many people are running and training in it. However, according to the standard of the normal army, the number of people here is only one or two companies, and it seems empty everywhere.

”Click.”

The fender behind the car was removed. Several soldiers were standing below. A sergeant was looking at them with serious eyes.

”GATT Dang, rocky! Harry ARP! Pack up Tam

Steve's face is confused, how can there be British troops in the United States? And Indian? There is no American English with Indian Accent...

he will not come to train himself in the future, will he? There is something wrong with communication.

Fortunately, after the ”translation” of other soldiers, the people in the car finally understood the meaning. It turned out that it was to let the rookies get off the bus quickly.

Frey jumped out of the car first, and the others filed out in a loose row.

”Play, spit, though, Buddha... Eh?”

The Indian Sergeant holds the list in one hand and counts the number of people in the other hand. All of a sudden, his eyes become sharp. Why is there a person missing?

Then he looked into the carriage and found Hodge sitting in his seat with his head down like a mountain...

the Indian was on fire. Hodge didn't pay any attention to him!

It has long been said that the Americans are very unfriendly. They are not as friendly as the British nobles. Now, it is true!

I hate this kind of racist.

He dashed into the car. The curry he had for breakfast made him full of energy. He pulled out the stick from his waist and pointed it at Hodge's back.

What else can Hodge do with his coma? It's nothing more than being knocked to the ground.

The people in the car had turned away their eyes, and in Frey's cold eyes, they turned their heads and chatted or whistled into the sky.

Listen carefully, some people play Marseilles.

But the eyes of the soldiers who followed the Indian Sergeant were different. They looked at the Indian with admiration, as if they were telling something.

”Congratulations, sergeant. You killed.”

Indian sergeant is also ignorant. Britain has been in the war for more than two years. He has also participated in dozens of battles, large and small. Even if he shoots hard in the battlefield, he has never hit any German.

The result is that today you just hit me with a stick. Is it open?

Wait a minute, the Americans seem to be allies...

the Indian Sergeant dropped his stick, touched Hodge's neck and breathed a sigh of relief. He had fainted.

And it seems to have passed out before you did it yourself.

Then there is only one truth... The other people in the car knocked him out!

Didn't think of it? American, the British Empire has a famous Sherlock Holmes, and he can read through the illustrations when he is 20 years old!

”Like who? Who seems to have done it

Seeing through the truth, the sergeant jumped out of the car and went to the front of a row of people, squinting at them one by one.