Chapter 182

In fact, the distance is not far. Pennsylvania is in the south of New York State, and Philadelphia is 155 kilometers away from New York City. However, there is no Expressway yet. The faster way to get there is to take the train, which normally takes about four hours.

It's war time, and the military train that carries supplies has the highest priority. His train has to give way to almost all the trains he meets, so that it's the morning of the next day when Steve arrives in Philadelphia.

However, along the way, Steve couldn't sleep at all. His heart was full of excitement and expectation for the military camp. He just watched the dark night outside the window, and his eyes were boiling red.

When he got to the Philadelphia railway station, there were vehicles arranged by the military. He just needed to show his notice, and then he got on a truck and waited to go to the military camp.

Not surprisingly, there were tall and muscular men in the carriage, and the hormone breath exploded. Only with the help of the soldiers, did he get on the carriage, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

But other people just glanced at him more, without any expression, only a guy who looked like a bulldog disdainfully spat at him with contempt in his eyes.

The car left soon, and the carriage was still empty. It seemed that there were only 20 recruits, including him.

Covered with green canvas, you can't see the surrounding scenery. You can only see the Yellow dirt road behind you. Some grass is sprouting on the side of the road, and the branches are green.

Shaking and bumping, Steve felt like he was sitting on a boat in a storm. After a while, his face turned blue. It seemed that something could not be suppressed to come out of his body!

"Wow

With his last will power, he leaned to the back of the car, like a rocket booster, and sprayed yesterday's dinner on the road behind.

It's instant noodles and other things, which obviously won't leave a good impression on our comrades in arms.

"Hey, man!"

"Er... Ouch."

"It's disgusting."

Although none of them spoke, Steve could see what they wanted to say from their expressions.

It's enough to get a tuberculosis ghost to join the army with them. Now it seems that the man is going to die in the car. It's not a good sign to see a dead man before he goes to the battlefield.

The one who spat at him immediately started shouting.

"Damn it, I thought I was in the U.S. Army, how could there be such a waste!"

The disdain on his face was more obvious. He just liked to bully people. Before, he often had fun with people who were thinner than him.

He is tall and strong, and has developed muscles on his face, just like a bulldog. He was selected by the strategic science Corps for his 1A evaluation in the conscription.

"Hey, enough. We'll all be comrades in arms. In fact, in the battlefield, your goal is much bigger than him."

At this time, there was no one in the dark.

The bulldog turned his head and looked. He could not easily distinguish the outline of a man from the darkness. He spat again.

"What? You want to make a difference to him, nigger? You can call me Lord Hodge. As long as you lick my boots and play with your black butt, I'll let him go. Ha ha

The people around them were obviously laughing. They were used to it. If this was not the army, black people should have sat at the end of the car. They could not be equal with white people.

But only the army can see the excitement, right?

"You want to play with my black ass? It depends on whether you have the ability...

the black man in the carriage stood up. He was not as tall as Hodge and not as strong, but his expression was calm, as if nothing could ever make him emotional.

He walked up to Hodge in the bumpy carriage and looked down at him.

"You're the mother..."

before Hodge's outburst, the black man suddenly raised his knee and hit him heavily on his chin. The huge force made the back of his head hit the fence of the car. Hodge rolled his eyes and passed out with a hiccup.

In the car, the people who had been laughing and watching the excitement suddenly became quiet. Only Steve's retching could be heard, and the scenery behind the car quickly swept back.

The black man felt his curly short hair and looked around at the man in the carriage. He patted the dust on his trousers and asked lightly.

"Who else is interested in my skin color... Or my butt?"

Naturally, no one will answer him. The lightning quick hand just now proves that he is the cruel character who is not easy to be provoked.

The people in the car used to be civilians, so it's impossible to beat such obviously well-trained people. Although they are very unhappy with the black people's arrogance, they can only keep their unhappiness in mind.

"Good. We're done."The black man walked to Steve at the end of the car. Steve was lying on the fender, panting with his eyes closed.

He didn't even dare to open his eyes. Now he's dizzy.

"How are you, man?"

The black man squatted next to him and patted Steve on the shoulder. He turned his head slightly. After all, the vomit did not smell very good.

"I'm fine. Thank you. I heard you speak for me just now."

Steve said it off and on, with a smile worse than crying.

The black man's head was tilted, and the villain like Hodge was nothing to him. The little man was discriminated against for his physical reasons, but he himself was because of his skin color.

Both of them are in the same boat.

The black man came closer and lowered his voice, almost blending with the roar of the truck engine.

"If you want to shoot him black on the battlefield, count me in."

"What? No, I won't do that. "

Steve was startled because it was too extreme to shoot behind his comrades.

He turned his head, his eyes wide open, and looked at the black man behind him.

The Negro was still expressionless, as if he had said nothing.

"It's just a joke. Look, if I scare you, I don't feel carsick anymore?"

There was no feeling of carsickness, but Steve couldn't tell if he was really joking. After all, he didn't mean to laugh at all.

I hope it's a joke...

"well, I don't know much about battlefield jokes. Thank you anyway." Steve got up from the floor and went back to his seat, and the black man naturally sat next to him.

The black man, dressed in his old clothes, could see that his family was not very good, but he sat upright as if he were wearing the most expensive dress.

Steve was so curious about him that he rubbed his hand against his clothes and held out to the black man.

"My name is Steve and I'm from Brooklyn."

The Negro held out his hand and shook it twice: "new Yorker? You're lucky. I don't know where my home is, but I still have a name. I'm Nick Frey

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