Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

When Qiao Youzhi saw Master Li Mingzhe, he was furious. Why was this guy wearing a Chinese Taoist robe?

Ivan also said: "How come this guy painted his country's flag on his clothes."

Qiao Youzhi laughed and said, "Pastor, open your eyes wider and look carefully. It's their national flag!"

Ivan took a closer look and said, "It is indeed different."

Master Li waved his sword, muttered something, and threw out a talisman, which caught fire while floating in the air.

Ivan was shocked: "What an amazing magic."

Master Li waited for the talisman to turn into ashes, then sat cross-legged on the ground, mumbling a lot of nonsense that neither Americans nor his countrymen could understand, and that even the time travelers could not understand. Then he closed his eyes and stopped making any sound, only his lips moving.

Pastor Ivan sneered and looked to the side. He saw many Americans staring at the scene without blinking, not daring to breathe.

The master opened his eyes, shook his head and stood up.

Captain Park stepped forward quickly and asked, "Master, what did the gods say?"

The master shuddered and shook his head: "You dumped garbage into that forest. The filth offended the gods and released demons to torture you. That place is where the gods practice. You must not dump garbage there anymore."

Captain Park relayed the Master's words to the American troops.

Gurnis asked, "How do we deal with the garbage?"

“You can throw it somewhere else.”

“What about soldiers possessed by demons?”

Seeing that the Americans believed it 80% of the time, the master rolled his eyes, shook his head and sighed: "Americans are Westerners. Eastern gods cannot control Western affairs. We have to ask Western gods for help."

Captain Park quickly asked, "Is there any way to make an exception?"

Master Jin blinked and said, "My experience is too shallow."

Captain Park was not discouraged: "You must have a way."

Then he called Genis over: "Sir, the master said that we have to pay more. After all, the Eastern gods don't want to care about Western people."

From a businessman's perspective, Genis thought there was nothing wrong with adding money, so he asked, "How much?"

"A thousand dollars, maybe."

Genis went to Qiao Youzhi to report: "Major, how about we pay the thousand dollars?"

Qiao Youzhi laughed: "Don't you think he is lying to us?"

"Definitely. Let's see what tricks he has."

Qiao Youzhi snorted, "It's not that troublesome." He took out a pistol and pointed it at the master's head.

The master was so frightened that he dropped his sword to the ground and knelt down and kowtowed: "Sir, spare my life!"

Qiao Youzhi said in an imperative tone: "Can you please ask the gods if they can take care of the affairs of Westerners?"

"Yes, yes!"

There was no need to ask the gods. The master agreed on their behalf directly. He picked up the sword tremblingly. Even the talisman was useless. He immediately communicated with the gods. This time the time was shorter and he would receive a reply from the gods soon.

"Sir, the gods have said that this matter is settled. As long as you don't throw garbage, the gods will forgive the past and will not hold you responsible."

Ivan smiled and said to Gness, "See? Even gods are afraid of pistols, haha."

Qiao Youzhi asked: "If you are not allowed to throw garbage there, then where should we throw it? Can you point me to a direction?"

Captain Park felt that this major was not easy to fool, so he quickly said something nice: "How about this, sir? Let's put the garbage outside the barracks first, and the master and I will be responsible for transporting it away. Is that okay with you?

"Okay." Qiao Youzhi agreed readily.

On the way back, the master complained to Captain Park: "What did you do? You didn't make a penny and almost got shot. The foreign devils don't know anything. Sooner or later, you will suffer."

Captain Park scolded, "You are just too greedy. What do you want that thousand dollars for?"

"I didn't want to ask for more money to repair my old house, but now I don't have anything."

Captain Park patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's not like we didn't gain anything. The US military said the garbage belongs to us."

"What's the use of garbage? It's just what they left over from eating."

Captain Park explained: "You don't understand. Americans are careless. They don't finish a lot of vegetables. Some meat is thrown away after eating a little. We bring these back and re-cook the ones that are still edible in a big pot and sell them. What Americans throw away is better than what we ordinary people eat. It is very nutritious."

The master's eyes lit up: "In this way, we can really make a lot of money. After all, we don't have much capital, just a car."

"Yes, I'll prepare the car for you, and you prepare a few large barrels."

"no problem."

The two of them completely forgot about the unpleasantness.

The master was dismissed by Qiao Youzhi with kitchen waste.

Ibrahimovic and other firemen were still not recovered from their fear, so Qiao Youzhi called them together and told them solemnly that the devil had left the barracks. From now on, they should cook well and not throw kitchen waste around. They should put it outside the barracks and let the Han man who cast the spell deal with it.

Ibrahimovic also felt that as long as they didn't throw garbage into the woods, the devil wouldn't catch them.

Qiao Youzhi told them: Be careful when throwing away garbage, and spit in it. Whoever spits more will be spared the devil’s presence.

Ibrahimovic and others stood at attention and saluted: "Yes sir!"

Qiao Youzhi returned to the tent and thought about what had happened in the past two days. He didn't believe in ghosts or gods, and it was definitely his grandfather and his men who did this.

At this time, his grandfather came to the snow-covered trench, cleared the snow, spread a US military coat, leaned on it, leisurely ate US military canned food and chocolate, and after eating and drinking, he lit an American cigarette and took a nap comfortably.

Zhang Huaizhi did not rest. The four of them could not take a nap. In case the enemy came up, one grenade would destroy everything. They had to arrange for alert.

It was Zhang Huaizhi's turn. He put two pieces of chocolate in his pocket. Not long after he walked, a reconnaissance plane passed by. Zhang Huaizhi heard the noise and lay down. His white cloak made him blend into the snow. After the reconnaissance plane flew away, he got up, walked a mile or two, took out the chocolate, ate it, and walked back.

Finding nothing unusual, I walked around in the other three directions and it was time to change shifts when I got back.

The next shift was Qiao Fanshen. He did the same thing as Zhang Huaizhi, circling around their hiding place, and didn't notice anything unusual.

Just because they didn't notice the situation doesn't mean they weren't exposed.

Scouts from the Australian Kangaroo Camp discovered traces of their movements through binoculars, but did not see any people.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert arrived at the scene and the soldier reported: "Look here sir, chocolate wrappers, shoe prints, cigarette butts, the cigarette butts are buried in the snow."

Robert held up the cigarette butt and said, "They are all American soldiers. Judging from the shoe prints, it is one person. Even in broad daylight, the American army would not dare to send a single person to investigate."

The soldier laughed when he heard this.

Robert's face changed: "We don't dare either. Then the person who came out alone must be an enemy."

"Sir, if they are enemy personnel, why are their cigarettes and boots all American?"

The Australian kangaroo soldier who asked the question was also named Scott.

Robert scolded: "What you are thinking is impossible."

As he was speaking, the soldier who was observing through binoculars reported, "Sir, there's someone there."

Robert ordered to take cover.

Robert held up the telescope and stared at the man approaching.

Qiao turned over, lit a cigarette, and looked into the distance. He felt vaguely uneasy. He did not move forward, but turned back, quietly took out a small mirror, and looked behind him. He saw a spot of light flashing.

“I’m being watched.”

Qiao turned over and stood up, but did not look back. His mind raced, "It's still two or three hours before dark. If they surround us, the four of us won't be able to escape."