"F**K, what is that thing you are carrying in your hands? You cowardly cowards think that carrying this turtle shell-like thing will give you a greater chance of survival on the battlefield.

Go down?

Don't be too naive? Get rid of these annoying things quickly. It will only make you cowards die faster. Real men don't need these ridiculous things."

Amid Lieutenant Dyke's merciless scolding, other members of D Company and even the soldiers in surrounding positions burst into laughter.

The problem is that Hu Biao killed countless middle- and senior-level officers in his previous missions.

Would he still feel pressured by the curses from a mere lieutenant and company commander? Of course not, he didn't even notice any unnecessary tension.

Immediately, speaking with a standard San Francisco accent, Hu Biao responded:

"Dear Chief Mr. Dyke, based on the fine tradition of our soldiers, we have the right to freely decide what our secondary weapons are.

It’s like no one can ask you whether the pistol in the holster on your thigh is a Browning or a Colt; out of Eastern habits, it is blameless for us to carry some shields as secondary weapons."

"No, this will affect the overall combat effectiveness. I have the right to ask you to throw away these damn things."

Lieutenant Dyke obviously disagreed with Hu Biao's statement, and became even more angry.

Hu Biao shut up this guy with just one sentence:

"Okay! Why don't we make a bet? If these things play a big role later, if our 3rd Platoon wants to bring some equipment in the future, please leave it alone, Chief Decker.

If it's useless, how about we throw this thing away immediately, and immediately apply to transfer your D Company after this battle?"

"Deal." Lieutenant Dyke, who had long wanted to kick these Chinese people away and keep D Company uniform, quickly agreed in his mouth.

Faced with such a bet, the other soldiers showed great interest.

What's even more outrageous is that someone actually started betting on the spot, betting on whether the three rows, all composed of Chinese Americans, could put these turtle shell-like shields to good use.

The specific bet ratio is: if you bet on Lieutenant Deckard, you will win one escort, and if you bet on row 3, you will win one escort and three escorts.

What the heck! What makes people speechless is that among the sheets of green paper passed around, no one was optimistic about Hu Biao and the others regarding the specific betting situation.

Basically, it's all about pressure, and Lieutenant Decker will win.

But faced with such a scene where they were obviously being looked down upon, the rookies of Team Zhongzhou naturally didn't say anything, while the veterans had faces full of excitement.

The reason is very simple. For those who are accustomed to seeing certain online show-offs and slap-in-the-face plots, their performance stage has been set up and is just waiting for their performance.

Even, after thinking of something, these people made some operations one after another.

Indeed! Of course they didn't carry it with them. The American sword of about 44 years old can bet on it.

But one by one, they took out some gold jewelry from hidden places like their crotches, and passed them to several bookmakers as items for betting.

All the bets were made in row 3, and we won the bet this time.

Facing the few soldiers sitting in the village, when they received various gold rings, gold bracelets and necklaces, they looked at the eyes of the old birds as if they were taking advantage of them.

Lao Yang and other veterans looked at each other and reached a consensus:

In the subsequent battles, if possible, try to let these soldiers who are sitting in the village survive successfully.

Because when these guys lose money in the future, the small amount of money they bet is a small thing, but the expressions on their faces will definitely be very exciting.

In the end, the above small incident subsided for the time being, and everything had to wait until the result of the real battle.

Lieutenant Dyke waved an M1 carbine in his hand at D Company, which had all assembled, and shouted loudly:

"Now follow me, go to the dock immediately and start boarding the landing craft; I have already recorded the order of boarding. Among them, platoon 1 will follow me to the landing craft P87-B, platoon 2 will go to the landing craft P87-D, and platoon 3 will go to the landing craft P87-

Landing craft E.

Guys in the 3rd platoon, please pay attention. I will keep an eye on you personally, Dyke. Don’t even think about fighting and running away, otherwise don’t blame me for kicking your butts.”

Under such a threat, Xu Feng, Mad Dog and a few others just laughed like pigs.

Inexplicably, the nervousness in the hearts of the eight rookies was relieved a lot.

As for what to say, in the subsequent battle, whether or not to use the black gun of the Dyke central defender, such an idea has not occurred in the minds of Lao Niao and others at least for now.

If he is just a mean talker, then use actual results to shut him up.

From now on we will work together honestly and we will still be good comrades-in-arms; just like Comrade Chekov in the last mission, don't we all cooperate very happily?
Chapter completed!