The Indians who walked at the end were the ones who were most drunk. The ones who drank more and more vigorously, the ones who drank less and started to stagger and drowsy. The ones who were last simply lie down on the ground and do not wake up.

Lei Zhenyun and Mengale were behind them. As he walked, he saw an Indian lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, holding a bottle of wine in his hand tightly. Lei Zhenyun looked at the drunkard on the ground in surprise. Within his understanding, he really couldn't keep up with the thinking of these Indians. He had only one thought in his mind, why did this thing come?

Although there is nothing complicated in Lei Zhenyun's outlook on life, such simple and easy-to-understand behavior also makes him unable to understand. Years of combat experience told Lei Zhenyun that it would be better if this Indian's behavior was not as good as committing suicide, at least he would not suffer much when he died.

Because he couldn't understand the height of these Indians' thinking, Lei Zhenyun squatted on the side and stared at the Indian drunkard and didn't dare to pass for a while. If the other party was trapping him, it would be troublesome.

Mengale did not have the habit of being careful and careful in Lei Zhenyun, so in just a few seconds, he judged that this Indian was simply drinking too much. Although Mengale was a murderous demon, he was also a very skilled doctor. He was extremely disgusted with the bad habit of drinking, so he frowned and said, "Why do you need to drink so much? I heard that Indians do not drink alcohol. Their Sikhism, ***, and Buddhists are banned from drinking. Even Hinduism, they cannot drink alcohol at will."

Lei Zhenyun narrowed his eyes and looked at Menger and said, "You mean he really drank too much?"

Menger nodded and said, "Of course, you smell the smell of alcohol from him and the smell of sweat mixed with alcohol. That is the strong smell of sweat that the liver is trying to relieve alcohol and expel alcohol from sweating. He has drunk too much. Now if you smoke a tube of blood, one-third of it will be alcohol."

Lei Zhenyun smiled bitterly, looked at the drunkard and said, "Then you go over and take his gun and give it to me."

Menger looked left and right, nodded and agreed, then walked to the drunkard with his waist, took off his gun, grenade and other objects lightly and ran back to Lei Zhenyun, fiddling with him, "Japanese goods, these guns and grenades are all Japanese goods."

Lei Zhenyun had seen it for a long time and was very puzzled about why this Indian had a Japanese weapon. Could it be that these Indians had hooked up with the Japanese?

Lei Zhenyun is now wearing German weapons and equipment, holding mp40 in his hand and two Ruger guns on his waist. These were all snatched by him on Menger's ship, and he threw the rest of the weapons he could not take into the sea.

So although he felt something was wrong in his heart, he really didn't look down on the Japanese 38th Gaier at all. As long as he got off the two Japanese grenades that Menger had touched, he would let Menger take the gun for the time being.

Menger was very happy, held the gun and glanced a few times before laughing, "It's similar to our Mauser 98k, and the Japanese guns are not very good."

Lei Zhenyun tied the Indian man with a rope and waved his hand to Menger. Menger immediately nodded and walked to him. Lei Zhenyun was not a fool. He might have to be shot by him when he asked Menger to leave behind.

The 38th Great Cabinet is too long. Although Menger has been on the Soviet-German battlefield, his medical doctorate has given him no chance to get the German 98k, so he is a little uncomfortable with holding such a long spear, especially with a bayonet at the muzzle, which makes it even more inconvenient to move in this dense forest.

It was really hard to hold it, so Menger removed the bayonet on the gun while walking. He had never dismantled similar things before, and was even more familiar with Japanese goods. So he didn't notice that an Indian man was holding a tree trunk not far in front of him and vomiting.

The Indian had already vomited, but because of the stimulation of alcohol, he held the tree trunk without opening his eyes and was half asleep and half awake.

Mengel lowered his head and removed the bayonet on the gun while walking. When he was about to collide with the Indian, he was only considered as after removing the bayonet, but when he looked up, he suddenly found that there was an Indian a few meters away.

Menger was so scared that he screamed for a while, but soon stopped the sound and swung the butt and smashed it over. The butt stock knocked the Indians to the ground, but as soon as he fell to the ground, he made a snoring sound.

Menger was sweating and bent on the Indian with a gun barrel, but after finding out that the other party was really asleep, he looked back at Lei Zhenyun in a dilemma. Lei Zhenyun had seen this Indian for a long time, but he did not remind Menger, but wanted to see what his reaction was. Now he could see clearly that this Indian is a big life. If Menger had not removed the bayonet, he would definitely slap him directly.

I originally wanted to catch a living person to ask, but judging from the drunkenness, I probably couldn't wake up in just a few hours.

It’s better to tie the gag and throw him aside. Anyway, these Indians have ropes in their standard configurations, and there are no carnivorous beasts on the island of Maldives. Even if they are thrown here, they will not die for the time being.

Just following behind, they chased each other, Lei Zhenyun and Mengale didn't even hold a single tongue because all the Indians drank and fell down one by one. Lei Zhenyun was afraid that these Indians would sober up and go back to report the news, or untied other people's ropes to pick up their own way of retreat, so they could only meet one and put them on the ropes and put them in the mouth. After the treatment was finished, they looked down and drank another one in front.

The way, Lei Zhenyun made him laugh and cry. He felt that these Indians were having fun with him. Even Menger was full of confusion. Is this the Indian way of fighting? It seems that it is not reliable than those Italians who should be shot.

After tied up the last one, Lei Zhenyun stood in front of the Indian who was sleeping like a dead pig, a little confused because he didn't know what to do next. According to the cuteness of the Indians, he would be a little sad if he tried to deal with them.

Menger squatted beside the Indian. After touching him, he found two or three rings, both men and women, and they were made of gold and gems. They looked quite valuable. He played with them repeatedly in his hand, but after a while, he exclaimed in his low voice and handed the ring to Lei Zhenyun's hand.
Chapter completed!