Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1903 Can't Understand American English

The air battle had just begun, and when the six planes were still fighting at low altitude, the ground troops on both sides were a little worried.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that with the unprecedented concentration of troops on both sides, a big battle is about to break out, and it may also be a battle that will determine the fate of Brazil in the future. A good sign.

In this regard, the foreign devils are actually more superstitious than the Chinese.

So when two "Cerberus" were shot down, one was blown up in the air, and the last fled in a hurry, there was a huge cheer from the Mizhou Army.

Then there is an unexpected harvest. The location where the air battle broke out is the blank area between the government army and the Mizhou army. The two parachuted pilots parachuted from the center of the government army position and the Mizhou army position. Carl has not yet reacted. Anthony Call the soldiers to set off immediately.

"Enough, enough, let's catch people, if we can catch one, it's one—" Anthony howled crazily, and the higher-ups told them not to shoot at the pilot, but they didn't say not to arrest people.

According to the legend, the cost of training a pilot needs to cost as much gold as the weight of the pilot. Isn't the purpose of mercenaries fighting for money?

The equipment of the Mizhou Army is still good. In view of the reality of the poor traffic conditions in Brazil, Nyasaran Automobile has customized a crawler motorcycle for the Mizhou Army. This motorcycle uses a motorcycle engine and has almost no defense at all, because The track is installed with strong off-road performance, which can ignore almost any road conditions, but it is a pity that the loading capacity is a bit poor, and only one soldier can sit besides the driver.

Anthony brought four such tracked motorcycles with him when he set off. Although according to the standard, only one soldier can be carried, but there is no traffic police on the battlefield to check and overman, so it must be able to carry as much as possible.

So there were 14 people crowded on the four motorcycles. Karl was a little slow to react, but he didn't squeeze in. Seeing that the four motorcycles ran away with black smoke in the blink of an eye, Karl could only jump his feet to greet the armored vehicles.

Forget about the truck, since it's about grabbing people, the key is speed.

After the motorcycles of the Mizhou Army set off, the chaotic government troops reacted.

These pilots of the government army are indeed "hired" from the United States. The Americans are very arrogant in Brazil, and the American soldiers are even more arrogant and unreasonable. Among all the American soldiers, the pilots are at the top of the food chain, so Every uncle can't afford to offend, so the American uncle must be rescued as soon as possible.

But the two legs really can't run on the tracks. The government army just rescued a parachuting pilot, and the other pilot has been put on a motorcycle by the Mizhou Army. The government army officer suddenly became anxious.

"Shoot, shoot, get the fuck back to me—" the government army officer panicked.

"No, no, no, you can't shoot, you will accidentally injure our pilot—" The pilot who had just been rescued resolutely objected. There are no eyesight on the battlefield. If you are captured by the Mizhou Army, you should be captured. For God's sake, I hope the Mizhou Army can give it to you. Treatment matching the pilot and status.

As a result, during the dispute between the two, the tracked motorcycle of the Mississippi Army took the captured pilot away with his back.

So Tom from California became the first American captured in the Brazilian Civil War.

"Tom, the Americans are right—" Carl looked determined.

"Why?" Anthony was really curious. Carl only heard Tom's name and decided that Tom was an American.

"If he's an Englishman, then his name should be William—" Carl said triumphantly, these are all knowledge points.

"Then the Germans should be called Karl—" Anthony looked disgusted.

But yes, Karl is indeed of German descent.

"No, Germans can also be called Mark!" Carl said confidently.

Tom looked helplessly at the brainless duo. Are all southern Africans so weird?
"Where are you from?" Carl asked Tom for confirmation.

"American, California—" Tom answered honestly.

"Where is California?" Anthony asked Carl with a confused look on the way to send Tom to the headquarters.

"On the edge of New York—" Carl said serious nonsense, he had never been to the United States, who knows where California is.

"California isn't next to New York, New York is on the east coast, California is on the west coast—" Tom couldn't help correcting, sitting on the floor of the armored car.

When he was captured, Tom was terrified. If the Michigan Army determined that Tom was a mercenary, then the Michigan Army could shoot Tom directly without any responsibility.

The status of mercenaries on the battlefield is so low.

As a result, Tom found that the soldiers of the Mississippi Army did have malicious intentions, and looked at Tom fiercely like a lion.

Fortunately, there are Carl and Anthony, who have seen the world and know how valuable a pilot is, and they will be sent to the rear headquarters immediately after they are caught.

Tom is an American and has no sense of loyalty to Brazil, so when he was arrested, he didn't resist at all, and he was not abused by Anthony. After he was disarmed, he was thrown into the armored vehicle without even tying the rope.

Of course, don't expect good treatment. The interior space of the armored vehicle is narrow. Karl and Anthony sit on the seat, and Tom can only sit on the floor.

"Shut up, I didn't let you speak, so you are not allowed to speak." Carl was angry. As a prisoner, he must have the consciousness of being a prisoner.

Tom shut up obediently, but the expression on his face was very unconvinced.

Tom is not stupid to be a pilot. The two officers in front of him are obviously not Brazilians at all, so they must be mercenaries from the Umbrella Company——

Hum, Southern Africans!

Tom decided that if he had the opportunity to capture the mercenaries of the Umbrella Company in the future, he would also leave a way out for the mercenaries of the Umbrella Company.
To be honest, when he knew that Carl and Anthony were both southern Africans, Tom's sense of humiliation was surprisingly less.

If it was a loss to the Brazilian, then Tom would probably be dissatisfied.

If it's a loss to a southern African, Tom can take it.

After all, the aircraft quality of the Mizhou Army is relatively good.

The technology of the Southern African Air Force is relatively advanced, and it is not complaining about losing to such an opponent.

"You are an American, why did you come to Brazil?" Carl saw that Tom wanted to communicate, and he was still willing to chat with Tom.

"Didn't you southern Africans also come to Brazil?" Tom looked annoyed. Why did southern Africans come to Brazil, and Americans came to Brazil.

"We came to Brazil to help the Brazilians, and we want to bring peace to Brazil!" Carl said forcefully.

"Uh——" Tom made a disgusted expression, Nima, you said my lines, so what should I say.

"What's your expression?" Karl asked angrily.

Anthony pulled out the dagger with a dark face beside him.

Tom was taken aback immediately. It's okay to chat, but a gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands.

The headquarters was not far from the frontline position. When the armored vehicle arrived at the headquarters, Tom was sent to a tent to wait. Carl and Anthony happily went to receive the bonus. The pilot was indeed very valuable.

Tom in the tent was bored. In order to prevent Tom from doing stupid things, there were two soldiers with live ammunition opposite Tom staring at Tom.

"I'm a bit thirsty, can I have a glass of water?" Tom tried.

The two soldiers stared at Tom like wooden figures without saying a word.

"Can you understand English?" Tom continued desperately.

Neither soldier said a word.

"Nimma are two idiots again—" Tom sighed, it was really painful not being able to communicate.

Then suddenly Tom saw a soldier flexing his wrist.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant—" Tom was terrified, he couldn't speak English sooner, what a fool—

As a result, the soldier moved his wrist and kept the original posture motionless.

Tom was very grateful, and found himself a little impatient at this time.

"Sorry, I want to go to the toilet—" Tom suddenly realized the fact that the two of them don't speak English, so—

"Sorry, I want to go to the toilet, I can't hold back—" Tom had a bad feeling.

Some people can hold back physiological reactions for a long time, and some people can't hold back for a minute. Unfortunately, Tom belongs to the latter category.

"Sorry—" Tom asked a third time, his hips already off the chair.

"Sit back! Don't move!" the soldier finally said.

Tom didn't understand a word, but it didn't seem to be Portuguese either.

"Sorry—" Tom's legs were twisted together.

The soldier shouted again.

"Please, let me go to the bathroom—" Tom felt himself on the verge of losing control.

The soldier looked at Tom coldly, without saying a word.

"You two bastards—" Tom finally couldn't help—

The disdainful expressions of the two soldiers made Tom feel devastated. The dignity of the American soldiers was still trampled on the ground ruthlessly, and Tom felt that he was bruised all over.

At this time Carl and Anthony walked in. They had already got the money and were going back to the front line. They came to say goodbye to Tom and thank Tom by the way.

As mentioned above, the rewards for captive pilots are very generous.

Then Karl and Anthony saw a scene that surprised them.

"What's wrong?" Carl asked curiously.

"It's okay, this guy just called us—" the soldier finally said, and this time Tom understood, because the soldier and Carl both spoke English.

"You know how to speak English, why did you do that just now?" Tom looked sad and indignant, he didn't expect that a living person could really be suffocated to death by that.

The soldier sneered and ignored Tom at all.

"Why?" Karl poked the soldier who looked up at the sky with his finger curiously.

"He speaks American English, I don't understand—" the soldier sighed quietly.

This--

Has the difference between American English and British English reached the level of language barrier?

Karl and Anthony turned their heads and walked away, completely unable to understand the soldiers' bad taste.

Moreover, the smell in the tent was indeed not very good. When Carl left the tent, he kindly opened the curtain to diffuse the smell, but Tom immediately yelled in tears: "Can you close it!"

That's right, it's even worse for people to see.

(End of this chapter)