Expedition to Europe

When they were about two kilometers away from Kapi, Huang Fugui, who had been notified, brought a team of people to pick up Qin Zhiyuan and his team.

The people Huang Fugui brought were all Chinese, with a total of three or four hundred people. Qin Zhiyuan found many unfamiliar faces, so he asked Huang Fugui: "Where did you find these people?"

"Like us, they are all laborers. They are all the fourth batch and just arrived today. I heard that you were coming back, so I discussed with their team leader and borrowed some people to pick us up." Huang Fugui looked at the stretchers in the team and his face turned pale. If he knew that the bodies wrapped in white cloth were all Chinese soldiers, he would probably reconsider the benefits of following Qin Zhiyuan.

"It's different from us. We are now the Sixth Regiment of the French Foreign Legion, a legion mainly composed of Chinese." Qin Zhiyuan looked at the Chinese laborers who were afraid to come forward to receive the stretchers, and shook his head in his heart. Their quality is not a little bit worse.

The laborers on the "Victory Message" were also timid when facing foreigners. Only because of the unexpected factor of Qin Zhiyuan, they straightened their backs in front of the foreigners. First of all, they had no fear of foreigners psychologically, and then slowly released their "bully" nature.

This group of laborers obviously did not have such a good life. Without people like Qin Zhiyuan among them, even if they were a group of lions, they could only become obedient sheep.

"Master Huang, are these guys all Han Chinese?" A bearded leopard-headed, round-eyed man in the labor team approached Huang Fugui and asked in an unbelievable low voice.

"Yes, these are all Chinese." Huang Fugui answered affirmatively, and then introduced to Qin Zhiyuan: "Master Qin, this is Qin Haoge, a hero from Yuncheng, Shandong. Speaking of it, he is your cousin."

"Brother Qin, you have worked hard." Qin Zhiyuan naturally extended his hand to Qin Haoge.

"Tsk tsk... Master Qin, you are really amazing." Qin Haoge wiped his hands on his labor clothes a little awkwardly, and then shook hands with Qin Zhiyuan very unnaturally.

"Look at your outfit, woolen coat, big leather shoes, long guns and short guns... Tsk tsk, if you don't say anything, I will definitely think you are a foreigner, but I dare not say you are a Han Chinese." Qin Haoge praised repeatedly, and his envy was beyond words.

"Haha, if you are willing, I will get you such an outfit when I go back. Maybe if you perform well, I can even get you an officer." Qin Zhiyuan promised casually. Obviously, this is not a big deal for Qin Zhiyuan.

The Sixth Regiment wants to grow and develop, and Chinese workers are the best source of soldiers. Qin Zhiyuan will not miss any opportunity. Of course, this also depends on whether the workers themselves are willing. If the workers themselves do not want to join the army, Qin Zhiyuan will not force them. After all, joining the Foreign Legion can get high salaries, but it is also more dangerous. There will definitely be people who are unwilling to take risks and only want to stay in the rear and earn 5 francs a day.

"Really...really?" Qin Haoge was a little overjoyed, but he clearly heard hesitation.

It's no wonder. Although Qin Zhiyuan and his group were dressed in majestic outfits, they looked quite miserable. Not only were there many wounded soldiers on stretchers, but most of those who could walk independently were also injured. This fully demonstrated the danger of mixing with this outfit. According to the Chinese habit of seeking good fortune and avoiding danger, if you want to join, you have to think about it.

"What steamed and boiled, help, come on, brother, let me help, brother, you take a break." Qin Haoge was still hesitating, and someone came up to help, and the tone was quite enthusiastic.

"This is Zhang Tianshou, brother from Bazhou. Just now, it was because of brother Zhang that so many brothers came to help." Huang Fugui introduced softly beside Qin Zhiyuan.

Zhang Tianshou shouted, and he came up and snatched the stretcher from a Chinese soldier, and then called on the laborers to help. With someone taking the lead, the laborers immediately showed a sense of intimacy as Chinese people, and went up to help.

"Thanks, brother." Zhang Tianshou took the stretcher from Chen Kangjian. Chen Kangjian thanked him and took out a pack of Camel cigarettes from his pocket: "Come on, brother, have a cigarette."

"Hey, this is foreign cigarettes, good stuff." Zhang Tianshou had a pipe on his waist, and he must be a smoker. When he saw the Camel cigarette in Chen Kangjian's hand, his eyes sparkled and he stretched out two fingers, trying to take a cigarette out of the cigarette box.

"It's not a good thing, just this thing, all you can have!" Chen Kangjian was quite generous and stuffed the whole pack of Camel cigarettes into Zhang Tianshou's hand, and then took out a new pack from his pocket.

When Chen Kangjian took out the cigarettes, I don't know if it was intentional or not, but he actually took out three or four rings, which were scattered all over the floor.

"Gold... gold rings?" Zhang Tianshou's eyesight was quite good, and he could tell the texture of the rings at a glance.

"Hey, foreigner, we killed at least tens of thousands of Germans during the day, this is taken from the Germans." Chen Kangjian picked up the ring, didn't even wipe it, and just casually put it in his pocket.

"Then let you take the foreigner?" Zhang Tianshou immediately respected Chen Kangjian. Is this still a Han Chinese? Better than foreigners!

"He's dead, can he still control me to take his gold brocade? Not to mention dead, even if he's alive, as long as I see him, I have to take it off." Chen Kangjian's face was proud, and a domineering attitude of looking down on all directions jumped out of his words: "This thing is not rare, ask our brothers, who doesn't have three or two in their pockets? There are many."

When Chen Kangjian picked up the gold ring from the ground just now, the style of not even bothering to blow a mouthful of dirt was the best evidence for his words. This thing is really not rare.

"Brother, you are this!" Zhang Tianshou gave Chen Kangjian a thumbs up, not for Chen Kangjian's temper of looking down on gold, but for Chen Kangjian's arrogance of looking down on foreigners.

"Hey... I think you are not bad, brother. You have practiced before, right?" Chen Kangjian looked at Zhang Tianshou's sturdy figure and fell into his old habit again.

"I have practiced for a few days, but I can't do anything. I can't compare with you, brother." Zhang Tianshou looked at Chen Kangjian's steady and powerful legs, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes: "Brother, your leg skills are not bad!"

"Wow, hahaha... OK, let's go back to Kapi later, brothers, let's play a few hands..." Finally someone can show off, Chen Kangjian laughed so hard that he wanted to cry.

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Just when Chen Kangjian and Zhang Tianshou were getting close, Zheng Dali and Hu Tingfeng were not idle either. They sent out cigarettes, canned food, chocolates, etc. in packs and boxes, and performed the style of a "local tyrant" army vividly.

Soon, everyone returned to Kapi. Falcao and a group of Indian laborers were waiting at the camp gate. When they saw Qin Zhiyuan and his men coming back, Falcao immediately stepped forward to salute Qin Zhiyuan and offered his knees while expressing his congratulations. The Indian laborers also rushed forward, took the stretchers and the wounded from the Chinese workers, and rushed to the wounded camp.

The laborers were quite curious about the hospitality of Falcao and the Indian laborers, and the Chinese soldiers took it for granted. In the eyes of the laborers, the soldiers' calmness was the best commentary on what the soldiers had just said, "killing all around."

As more and more Chinese came, Falcao marked out a piece of land in Kapi as a camp for the Chinese. The soldiers had just returned from the front line and had no time to arrange their residence, so they returned to the Chinese camp to rest.

Qin Haoge and Zhang Tianshou were quite enthusiastic. They would run around to command the laborers to help set up tents, boil water, etc. The Chinese soldiers were not polite and sat aside to rest.

The fat chef came out of the kitchen, holding a kettle in his hand: "Brothers, the water is here..."

Suddenly, the chef stopped talking.

The soldiers had fallen asleep in all directions, leaning on each other, supporting each other, and fell asleep just like that.