What Fan Yao didn't expect was that the military cao whose hands were broken seemed to be the son of a nobleman from a big family in Japan.

If you think about it, you can understand that if you are not a child of the nobility, I am afraid that you are not qualified to join the peacekeeping forces and go to Europe to gild.

However, the Japanese aristocracy seems to be a little worse in character, and they can do such a thing as public indecency, and they are still caught, and they don't know if they should apologize after returning home.

At the reception banquet, the only Japanese Cao Chang who did not participate in the brawl was called Kitagawa Ichiro, the meaning of this name is probably the eldest son of a family on the northern hillside, he was extremely calm from beginning to end, after the brawl, a Cossack poured a glass of wine directly on Kitagawa Ichiro's face, Kitagawa Ichiro not only did not get angry, but calmly bowed to the provocative Cossack and apologized, and then never received any more attacks.

Dylan Hughes praised Kitagawa Ichiro a lot because of this, thinking that Kitagawa Ichiro was calm and had the style of a general.

Fan Yao was wary of Kitagawa Ichiro, he could still remain calm in that environment, and the depth of the city government can be imagined, when the transport ship was about to send the injured military cao back to Sapanja Lake for treatment the next day, Fan Yao almost sent Kitagawa Ichiro away together.

"Fan, it's better not to do this, Beichuan didn't make any mistakes, you have no reason to send him away." Dylan Hughes didn't want to send Ichiro Kitagawa away, Ichiro Kitagawa is the same as Sergei as the squad leader, although the position is not high, but he is very capable.

Fan Yao also just learned that Kitagawa Ichiro graduated from the Japanese Army Non-commissioned Officer School and performed well in the world war, before joining the peacekeeping forces, Kitagawa Ichiro's military rank was already a captain, but because the peacekeeping forces do not want senior officers, Kitagawa Ichiro joined the peacekeeping forces as a military officer.

The first lieutenant, roughly equivalent to a captain in southern Africa, has a higher rank than Fan Yao.

"I'm not sending him away, the injured soldier needs someone to take care of, and he should feel better with his own people by his side." Fan Yao does not admit that there are other factors, and the Japanese in this period were still very obedient in front of the whites, to the extent that the treatment of German prisoners of war in Japan during the World War can be referenced.

"It doesn't matter, there are Japanese medical staff in Cyprus." Dylan Hughes is more aware of the situation, and it seems that the Japanese are indeed very well prepared.

Fan Yao finally couldn't find a reason, but he wouldn't make Kitagawa Ichiro feel better, and the next day Fan Yao arranged for Kitagawa Ichiro to lead the troops to patrol in the direction of Wheatley Town.

Now that the town of Wheatley has been abandoned, the Ottoman rebels are rumored to have sworn revenge, and there are many rebels around the town.

Dylan Hughes watched coldly and came to Fan Yao after Kitagawa Ichiro led the troops to set off.

"Fan, do you have a prejudice against the Japanese?" Even if Dylan Hughes was sluggish, he discovered Fan Yao's abnormality.

"How is it possible, I have no preconceptions against anyone." Fan Yao flatly denied it.

"Don't lie to me Fan, I'm not a fool, you look at Kitagawa Ichiro's eyes - not only Kitagawa Ichiro, you see all Japanese people have hatred in their eyes that can't be hidden." Dylan Hughes is not stupid, soldiers are still very sensitive to such things as murderous spirit.

Fan Yao was silent, leaning back on the back of the chair, his office curtains were often only half open, the sun shone in, Fan Yao was hiding in the shadows, and Dylan Hughes couldn't see Fan Yao's expression clearly.

"Fan, don't be like this, we are comrades-in-arms, no matter what your past was, now we should let go of hatred-" Dylan Hughes really didn't want to see an accident happen to his subordinates.

The corners of Fan Yao's mouth twitched, it seemed to be laughing, but it was ugly than crying.

Dylan Hughes didn't speak, feeling the temperature in the room dropping.

Fan Yao got up and came to the window, looking in the direction of the sunrise in the east, and said in a low voice: "Dylan, my hometown is a city called Lushun-"

"And then?" Dylan Hughes was unclear about the history between the Chinese and Japan.

"About 25 years ago, a war broke out between the Qing and Japan because of Korea, the Qing country was defeated, the Japanese occupied my hometown, and the whole massacred for four days and three nights, my mother escaped by hiding in the drainage canal with me, my father, my grandfather, my uncle, our whole family was slaughtered by the Japanese-" Fan Yao's voice and body trembled slightly, and his hands grabbed the window lattice.

"I'm sorry, Fan, I didn't know—" Dylan Hughes apologized, he never knew that Fan Yao had experienced such a thing.

"Dylan, you don't have to apologize, it's the Japanese who should apologize, and they should apologize for those innocent people." Fan Yao has a head and a debt.

"Twenty-five years ago, Kitagawa didn't have an adult—" Dylan Hughes struggled.

"So what? At that time, Beichuan was indeed not an adult, but his father, or his elder brother participated in that war, Japan received an indemnity of 230 million taels of silver through the Sino-Japanese War, and then the Japanese government used 80% of the indemnity for military purposes, Beichuan may have the opportunity to study at the Japanese Army Non-commissioned Officer School because of this indemnity, my hometown is still poor and weak, Beichuan and these Japanese will eventually return to Japan, if war breaks out between Japan and the Chinese again, Do you guess if Kitagawa will become a beast like his father or brother? "Even if there is only the slightest possibility, Fan Yao will not allow that situation to happen.

"The hatred of the previous generation should not be carried over to the next generation." Dylan Hughes was speechless.

"You should tell the French and Germans about this and hear what they have to say." Fan Yao is not polite, he doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks, and he doesn't understand what happened to others to persuade people to deserve to be struck by lightning.

After understanding it, I also persuaded people to be generous, that is, pure badness.

Dylan Hughes retreated, and there was no position to discuss the issue with Fan Yao at all.

For three days in a row, nothing happened, but Dylan Hughes's mood was getting heavier and heavier.

Nothing is a good sign, and if the patrol is attacked by the Resistance, then Dylan Hughes can feel more or less relaxed, and now there are two possibilities, one is that the Resistance has moved away from Wheatley, and the other is that the Resistance are planning a larger operation.

Dylan Hughes leans more towards the second option.

Fan Yao remained silent, but in the past few days, more and more patrols have been dispatched, and they have become more and more frequent, and there is often only one detachment in the camp, which is not enough to defend the camp.

Finally, on the fourth day, Kitagawa Ichiro's patrol did not return to the camp at the allotted time.

"Fan, there is a patrol that may be ambushed by the rebels, and we need to send people to support it in time." Dylan Hughes is routine, and he can't turn his face with Fan Yao for the sake of the Japanese.

Dylan Hughes is also a Southern African, a Southern African British, half French ancestry, a feud between France and Germany -

Well, let the people who persuade people to die!

"I'm sorry Dylan, I don't have any troops at my disposal right now, and you know, there's only one detachment left in the camp." Fan Yao still had no expression on his face, but his eyebrows jumped a little cheerfully, and his eyes were also very active.

"That's a pity—" Dylan Hughes sat down across from Fan Yao, then stood up again, "Would you like a drink?" ”

That's a good suggestion.

Then have a drink, Fan Yao has wine produced in Cape Town in his office, and as an officer, Fan Yao is still a little privileged.

"I used to agree that French brandy is the best wine in the world, and our southern African wines are not bad either." Dylan Hughes looked at the amber wine in the wine glass and sighed, there is no doubt that the southern African officers did prefer the wines of southern Africa.

"Most of Cape Town's wines are produced in Cape Town's Oak Town, and the earliest inhabitants of Oak Town were French, and they found that Oak Town has a climate and light similar to France, so they made wine in Oak Town - in fact, you should try our Chinese wine, fruit wine, rice wine, white wine, rice wine - there is always one you like." Fan Yao warmly recommended that rice wine is also a kind of rice wine.

Rice wine is one of the oldest liquors in the world, the quality of yeast koji determines the quality of wine, originated from the Chinese, and only the Chinese will do, and beer, wine and called the world's three ancient wines, about 3,000 years ago in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the Chinese began to brew a large number of rice wine.

What does this mean, this does not mean that the Chinese winemaking technology is very superb, but that the Chinese have had surplus grain to make wine more than 3,000 years ago, think about what the white people were doing 3,000 years ago-

In the first millennium BC, the Greeks on the Aegean coast had just learned to use iron tools, but iron technology did not reach Central Europe until the next three hundred years.

As for Western Europe, there may not have been written records in Western Europe at that time, French appeared in the eighth century, English appeared in the fifth century, and European history is like this.

The 8th and 5th centuries here were all the later of Old French, Old English, Modern French and Modern English.

The history of the Chinese in the fifth century has been in the northern and southern dynasties, and the famous people of the Wei and Jin dynasties are indulging in the mountains and rivers.

"Hmph-" When it comes to history, Dylan Hughes has no words to say right, and can only hum and pretend to be dead.

There is no way, the history of the Chinese is so glorious and powerful that the Chinese themselves don't bother to mention it, but the white people talk about the Renaissance at every turn.

There is also revival, and revival must at least be wider than the ancestors.

"Sir, one of our patrols has heard heavy gunfire near the small town of Wheatley, and there may be a battle going on." Sergei's voice was loud and neat, and he was clearly eager to fight.

"Get out!" Fan Yao is welcome.

Xie Musha looked confused, what's the situation?

"Come over Sergey, have a drink with your commander, don't you see that your commander is in a bad mood?" Dylan Hughes smirked.

"Who, who offended our lieutenant, I'm going to shred it!" Sergei was furious.

It looks like a ball of harmony.

ps: Some things can't be written in too much detail, forgive me, brothers-