Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing, who was extremely leisurely in the morning, suddenly had a lot more work to do in the afternoon.

For some reason, the curries made by other Indians were suddenly unpopular among American officers.

He Daqing didn't know that the "curry chicken" he ordered was too powerful, which led to this result.

Maybe this is retribution.

I just received a task. There is a banquet in the evening, which requires three roasted whole lambs and twenty steaks as the main course.

When He Daqing heard that there was a banquet, he naturally worked extra hard.

Since there is a banquet, it must be a place where important people gather.

Identify the barracks of a few important people, find a good opportunity, and then catch them all in one swoop.

He Daqing's cooking skills were of course impeccable, and the dinner went very smoothly.

As the head chef, He Daqing also had the opportunity to show his face and stepped forward to introduce his dishes.

Bragging and the like are He Daqing's specialties.

Palace secret recipe, thousand-year history, only one heir, that’s not a big deal.

For this secret recipe, there were even several large-scale battles involving tens of thousands of people in South Korea, with corpses and bones strewn all over the ground.

The stories told by He Daqing are much more profound and are not like the empty and pretentious stories told by Indian asans.

The Americans had never heard of such a fantastic epic, and they all looked up to He Daqing.

After one bite, the already delicious barbecue had an even more wonderful flavor.

Both the host and the guests were delighted, and He Daqing got what he wanted.

A brand new American sergeant's uniform, and became the squad leader of the kitchen squad.

With this position, He Daqing completely established his foothold in the camp.

Most areas of the campground are accessible.

Especially in the material storage warehouse, it is normal for He Daqing, as the squad leader of the cooking squad, to personally select some ingredients and supplies.

Whenever he had time, He Daqing would swagger around the camp and show off.

He didn't care at all about the Americans' teasing looks.

After getting a general understanding of the situation in the camp.

He Daqing began to patrol the outskirts of the camp again, hoping to capture the American military officer so as to find the best retreat route.

As for which senior official, the first choice is naturally Lieutenant General Walker.

However, the camp where Lieutenant General Walker is located is brightly lit everywhere, so there are probably not many opportunities to take action.

Not to mention Lieutenant General Walker, even capturing a major general would be a huge achievement. Anyway, we can just act according to the circumstances when the time comes.

He Daqing, with his nose in the air, patrolled the perimeter of the camp with a step that showed he didn't recognize anyone.

The Koreans on the periphery were timid and didn't dare to look He Daqing in the eye.

Even Park Go-chang, the former captain of the Park Division, was the same.

He Daqing patted Captain Park on the shoulder and reminisced about the past with him.

"Brother Park, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are still a pile of mud.

Bro, I'm rich.

See my clothes?

Ah Meilika, Sergeant Smita~

You look so unlucky, you can’t even have enough to eat, right?

I'll give you a can of meat to eat..."

Captain Park nodded and bowed.

"Thank you, Senior Park.

If you have any instructions, our Kimchi Brigade, hundreds of people, are at your disposal."

"You are being polite, what are you ordering or not ordering?

We are a family that drinks the water of the Han River.

Tell me, what's the latest news from the north..."

"What other news can there be? We've been defeated again.

Those Chinese soldiers were too fierce. Once the charge sounded, they acted as if they were risking their lives.

The key is that they don't charge mindlessly, they work in groups of several and cover each other...

If their logistics hadn't been behind and they had retreated, we would have had to run for our lives again.

Speaking of escaping, I think of Park Sun-sun, who drove his car and killed an American, just like our Korean hero, Yi Sun-sin..."

"Haha, that's right, whoever dares to stop us from escaping is our enemy.

Even if Walker comes, I will still kill him..."

"Yes, yes, yes, the fleeing stick is worth ten, unmatched..."

The two reminisced about the past for a while, and He Daqing took the opportunity to ask about the purpose of the trip.

"Brother Pu Guochang, the Chinese soldiers are so fierce, we must make plans early.

If we run away, we have to run fast.

You are on the periphery and you know a little about the situation.

Tell me, if the Chinese attack us, where should we run to?"

Captain Park became excited when he heard this.

When it comes to escaping, he is a professional.

“Senior Park Danniao, I have already planned several routes.

There is a path in the woods over there that leads around to the back of the camp.

There is also a car repair station over there. They have all kinds of cars. You can grab one and go...

But, the road is dead, people are alive, and we need to adapt to circumstances..."

Captain Park talked incessantly and shared the escape route with He Daqing.

He Daqing would humbly ask for advice from time to time, which greatly satisfied Captain Park's vanity, and he answered almost without reservation.

The two walked and talked, and Captain Park gave instructions on the terrain and the various troops.

“Senior Park, you see, those ragged people are the Chinese prisoners.

Don’t look at the treatment we have in South Korea, it’s not that good.

Those Chinese prisoners were so miserable.

Look at those people, they haven’t even worn shoes, and their feet are swollen like pig’s trotters. They probably won’t live for a few more days.

They were given the dirtiest and most tiring work to do, and the food they ate was worse than the feed that animals eat..."

"This, damn, the Americans still have the nerve to brag about treating prisoners well..."

"Hush, keep your voice down, see through it but don't speak it out.

Just listen to what white people say, don't take it seriously.

Those who listened to the white-skinned people basically died without even a place to be buried..."

“Yes, we are our own people.

Don’t look at how glorious I am now, because white people take me seriously.

Once we are no longer of any use to them, the whites will not treat us as human beings at all. We are no better than those Chinese prisoners.

By the way, are those people who are not working nearby also Chinese prisoners?"

"Hey, Senior Park, you don't understand this, right?

Those soldiers from Taiwan Island came here to persuade people to surrender.

Those Chinese soldiers were also tough and few of them agreed.

Well, let them suffer.

Look at the hands of those Chinese people, can you vaguely see some words or something?

There were more on their bodies, all with words cursing their own people, and some cursing their superiors.

Hehe, this way, they will have less thoughts of running away.

Think about it, how can you go back and face your former comrades if you have words insulting your own people carved on your body?

Only these white Americans can do such immoral things, they are worthy of being pirates at first..."

He Daqing suppressed his anger and listened to Captain Park's muttering while asking about other matters of the prisoners.