I love you, I won't kill you

Among the four gendarmes present, two were young male marines who had just been promoted to privates, and they felt a sense of fear for this black marine who looked like a wall.

One of them whispered to the person beside him, "Corporal, what does he mean?"

The white corporal squinted at him, "What, are you scared?"

And another private first class stared coldly at the group of "vicious" marines, "Hmph, it seems that they can't find a place to vent their anger. They plan to treat us like sandbags in the gym, and then they will give us a hard time." Get some punches."

"The officer has an order, spread out!" The corporal's eyes were so sharp that he noticed Amanda's silent gesture.

Before the two privates had time to react, they were surrounded by several heavily armed marines.Of course, it wasn't just the two of them who were surrounded, but also their immediate commander, Second Lieutenant McLaren.

"Damn it, these bastards! Do you really think this is Iraq, so you can do whatever you want?" Amanda cursed secretly.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" The corporal outside the encirclement hurriedly called out to the three marines who surrounded him.

At this time, Amanda looked around and said to the leading black man, "If you still don't want to tell your military rank, then I have no choice but to invite you to the law enforcement brigade for coffee."

During the negotiation just now, the black marines had already seen the dark military rank on Amanda's collar.To him, a little second lieutenant probably didn't know anything, maybe a fresh out of Quantico Basic School.

"Sir, I'm Sergeant Looney Grossman. They call me 'Mad Dog.'"

"Nice nickname, it suits you very well. Now, I want to tell you that your vehicles are speeding."

"What, speeding? God, do you know what we are going to do?" A corporal holding an M4A1 carbine with an ACOG scope and a front grip and an M1014 automatic shotgun on his back yelled loudly.

"Stand back, Corporal! I know what you are going to do, and I also know that none of you want to come to this ghost place." Amanda said very seriously.

Then, she added, "This is Iraq, this is Fallujah, and we are here to help these people and build a free and equal country."

Looney sneered, "Really? You MPs don't understand anything, you just mess with us all day long."

Another corporal, armed with an M249SAW squad LMG, said sarcastically, "Hey, Mad Dog, I don't understand why the command center keeps these barking guys? If I were the expedition commander, I should put They were all sent to Baghdad."

"Yeah, let them feel what it's like to have a roadside bomb, let them feel what it's like to lose a brother."

"That's right, it's best to meet a few more Saddam's snipers."

"Hey, Sergeant, I think we should learn from the Army and let this young ensign officer act as a decoy."

"If you haven't died after making the bait, you can go to the corpse collection team to check the corpse."

Several marines surrounded Amanda and two military police officers, yelling and talking non-stop, plus sneering and spitting from time to time.It gave the impression that if Amanda wanted to continue talking, she would be ready to beat her up.

Amanda understood what they were talking about.Decoy refers to the fact that when an infantry search party encounters an anti-American sniper, it usually needs someone with the least value to the mission to act as the bait.And the least valuable people are often the military police or young officers who also perform combat missions.

The so-called body inspection is usually a job for the youngest private or lieutenant platoon leader in the infantry platoon.The biggest danger of this kind of work comes from deadly landmines or various soil bombs placed by anti-American militants under the corpses.

"Well, you're not happy with my ticketing you, are you?" Amanda yelled suddenly.

"Very well. Now, I don't think you deserve to be Marines."

"If you're not happy with the Marine Corps, go to the Army!!!"

These few words greatly stimulated the self-esteem of every Marine present.The US Army is to the Marines, that's where the garbage, drunks, thieves or gang members stay.Every American who joins the Marine Corps is unwilling to equate his career with the US Army.

"Sergeant, what are you doing?" A thick voice sounded from outside the crowd.

"Sir, we...we didn't do anything." Looney said, sticking his neck.

Judging from the expressions of these people, this later guy should be their chief.Walking up to Amanda, he saluted and said with a smile, "Second lieutenant, I am their lieutenant platoon leader. I can represent them and promise that I will never speed again next time."

"Hello, Lieutenant!" Amanda replied calmly with a salute.

"Hey, Lieutenant, if I can tell you your nickname, can you forgive them?"

"What did you say?"

At this time, the lieutenant said very calmly, "You are a baron, right? When I left Quantico, I remember that No.1 in the scorer list seemed to be your name."

Looney blinked in disbelief, "Lieutenant, what are you talking about? This guy is the No.1 lady in the scorer list?"

"Hmm, the second lieutenant's photo is also posted on the shooter list!" The lieutenant shrugged and said.

"God! I thought he was a man, and I wanted to beat him up!" Looney said shamefully, shaking his head.

"Thanks, Lieutenant! Well, I can forgive you this time. But next time..." Amanda deliberately didn't finish her sentence.

"Ma'am, next time we will never speed again." Looney saluted quickly and said.

"Thank you, Sergeant! I hope you all come back safely with your beer (guns). Of course, you can leave your marijuana (ammunition) to the enemy!" Amanda returned, driving the Marine Corps. Joke.

"Huh!" The group of marines surrounding Amanda hurried to the Humvee military vehicle.

....................

After lunch began, Amanda walked into the restaurant together with Wendy Powell, a female gendarmerie second lieutenant she had just met.In the restaurant on the front line of the battle, there will not be many people eating there on time.But there were two girls of the same age who were dressed as gendarmes. I'm afraid no one in the restaurant would want to provoke them.

Wendy asked her seriously, "Are you really planning to let these bastards go?"

Amanda smiled and said, "Wendy, what will you do if they don't come back today or tomorrow?"

Wendy didn't answer right away, but after thinking about it, she said, "I don't know either. If they were really issued a ticket, I'm afraid not many parties would come back and sign."

"So, this time I will let them go. If they are still alive and racing at the station, I will not be polite."

"That's right. God willing, they come back safe and sound."

A few minutes later, the two sat in a corner near the restaurant's door with their respective dinner plates.Wendy said to Amanda while taking off the patrol cap on her head, "I really hope we won't perform combat missions like the Army."

Amanda also took off her hat and glanced at her as she picked up the fork. "Relax, our mission is mainly to train Iraqi security forces."

Wendy ate the salad on the plate, "Yeah, we are much more relaxed than the Army. Do you know that recently, a female second lieutenant who just graduated from West Point was almost killed as a bait in Baghdad."

"Fuck it, Army bastards! Didn't the sergeant tell her what to do?"

"Calm down, Amanda. A corporal taught her to lure the sniper out with the helmet."

"continue."

"Later, the second lieutenant almost cried from fright..."

The two chatted while eating, eating very quickly.As she dumped the plates and food scraps into the recycling bin, Wendy smiled and said, "Amanda, when are you going back to the squadron?"

She is also very anxious about this question.As he walked out of the restaurant, he glanced at Wendy, "Okay, I have been in the Law Enforcement Team for less than a month, how can I go back?"

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