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Chapter 66 The Shock of Van Lun Fox
Fan Lun Fox, who was stationed in the British Royal Heavy Tank Battalion far away in the mountains, was not in a good mood at the moment.

As a local reporter and senior captain officer of the newly arrived reinforcements, as soon as he arrived here, he found that the environment was much worse than he had imagined.

"Damn it! Harvey, it's a good thing I brought rum. How are we going to live in this damn weather? It's unimaginable why those Americans have to fight here!"

Captain Van Lun sat on the woolen blanket cushion in the tent, whining while drinking his glass of wine.

The British pay attention to ostentation, and wartime pubs are temporarily built with "tents".

Even in this snowy mountain, the tent is still brightly lit with lights, and even a bar cabinet is placed.

If Xu Qing was here, from the perspective of his future generations, it would be hard to imagine how these face-saving British guys transported such bulky and useless long cabinet furniture to North Korea.

And just to be able to drink with a sense of ritual.

"Don't worry, isn't the Allied Forces engaged in a competition to see who will reach the Yalu River first? That is the border between North Korea and the Chinese. This divided country is about to be unified. We just need to follow the steps. Here The battle will soon be over."

Opposite him sat Captain Maurice Harvey, a fellow officer.

Fan Lun shook his head straight: "The first shot didn't work, why did we rush to fire the last shot? I really want to go back to London. It's only the first day I'm here, and I'm already missing the good wine in my hometown..."

"Don't talk about this, how many kinds of wine did you bring?"

"Rum, toddy, and a case of whiskey."

"Give some to my private soldiers, it's more than 20 degrees below zero outside, and they are pitiful standing guard."

"You are so kind."

Fan Lun drank it all in one gulp, took out two bottles of palm wine from the box, poured them into a huge jar, and called to the two soldiers guarding the tent:

"Come on, poor boy!"

"Thank you Captain, you are such a good man!"

The two soldiers entered the warm tent, rubbed their hands together, and said happily.

Fan Lun curled his lips: "It's your Captain Morris, it has nothing to do with me."

After the two swallowed two glasses of wine in one gulp, he continued to ask:
"Have the Fusiliers arrived? It's time for them to take over. We are tanks, and we are in charge of the land weapons of World War II. How can we stay in the station?"

A private soldier said in embarrassment: "Not yet, sir."

"You want to fight?"

Maurice Harvey shook his head, "I'm afraid it will be very difficult. I'm already ready for the rust on my guns. Who are you fighting with? Is it with the Chinese peasants?"

"Hey, Harvey, be careful when you say that, you are a special political reporter for the Daily Mail."

"If it gets out, I will definitely trouble you, Fox."

Morris rolled his eyes: "We shouldn't fight people in the east. Major Cornis said that the attitude of the gentlemen in the parliament has always been unclear. They want us to fight, but they don't say how to fight."

"Since they're all here, we can only hit the North Koreans. The Chinese... let them be spared. These poor guys just drove Chang Kaishen to Hong Kong (Hong Kong)."

Fan Lun nodded and suddenly laughed.

"But I really can't imagine that in such a barren country, the Americans are so interested in going north on the way forward. The situation is like a bunch of people rushing to participate in a football match-oh my god! Americans have football Is it? Hahahaha..."

"Ha, remember what the American soldier we met on the road said? If you beat those Chinese while standing up, he won't be able to hit them!"

"You believe the American bullshit."

"Why not? The Chinese have as few guns as they have cars, and they're still using Japanese bayonets."

Fan Lun muttered, "It's really a barbarian's weapon."

"By the way, you said... when will the manuscript I wrote about the defeat of the Americans in Yunshan be published? I'm not saying whether it is possible, but the distance of the ocean."

"When did you write the manuscript?"

"Just last night."

Lieutenant Maurice Harvey put down his glass and said in surprise, "This really surprised me. I clearly remembered that you were playing cards."

Fan Lun said triumphantly: "I wrote it when I got back, and sent the telegram away. In order to prevent the "Independent" and "Guardian" from grabbing the news again, after all, I have a first-hand photo of the US cavalry—and a group photo. "

"You are such a workaholic!"

"Hahahahaha..."

The two were talking and laughing while drinking in the small temporary tent, clinking glasses from time to time, and the atmosphere of the conversation was intense.

Suddenly, the cloth at the door of the tent was pulled away, and a private soldier from just now rushed in.

Fan Lun frowned slightly: "What's the matter, soldier?"

The private quickly said: "The major told you to go there!"

He put down his wine glass and stretched: "Damn it, I don't want to get out of this tent at all!"

Captain Morris didn't bother to look at him at all: "Remember to pay the bill."

"Don't think about it!"

He put on the overcoat on the shelf, wrapped it in a thick woolen winter coat, and finally followed the soldiers out.

After going out, he went straight to the residence of Konis, the battalion commander of their heavy tank battalion:

"Hey, Your Excellency, Major, I'm Van Renfawkes, what's your order?"

This major is not very old, even younger than many lieutenants and soldiers, he looks to be in his twenties at most.

His face was a little dignified, and a record on the table was pushed in front of him: "Look at this first."

Fan Lun casually unfolded the white paper, looked at it for a while, and found that it was an interrogation record, with densely written American confessions, and he could see words such as "ghost" and "devil" at a glance.

Out of the reporter's sensitivity, he began to read it carefully, and then quickly understood the meaning expressed in this long record:
More than a hundred American soldiers from the [-]th Light Cavalry Regiment of the First U.S. Cavalry Division were captured by a mysterious Asian man!
"This, this... what's going on?"

Fan Lun just took a sip of wine from the bottle in his hand, and almost didn't spit it out.

He looked at the long and large dictation above. More than 200 Americans were beaten to death by a mysterious Chinese. It felt like a dream, and it was a little unreal.

"How is this possible? We also met their soldier last night, he..."

Fan Lun suddenly understood, and suddenly raised his head to look at the major.

Cornis nodded: "Yes, that's what you thought. On the way you came yesterday, did you stop an Asian soldier who claimed to be an American?"

"Yes."

Fan Lun nodded, while being shocked, he still couldn't believe it.

The major beckoned, and soon another American soldier came in outside the camp. He was wrapped in a blanket, drinking coffee, and looked quite embarrassed.

"Take a look at the photos."

Major Cornis pointed to the photo taken by Captain Van Lun and placed it under the light, then pulled the American soldier wrapped in a blanket:

"Barne, look, is this the man?"

The American put down the coffee in his hand and carefully observed the film, with a hint of fear on his face:
"Yes! It's this face, I can recognize even half of it, it's this gun—this 'ghost' from the Far East, I will never forget it in my dreams!"

(End of this chapter)