As soon as Huang Shaohong entered the mission world, he was whipped and kicked. Although he knew the beating nature of the system, he would always play tricks on him when he entered the new world to make him embarrassed, but this time he really

It made him a little angry.

At this time, he had clearly seen the situation around him. It seemed to be a camp, which was very large. There were two layers of barbed wire on the outermost perimeter. Many foreign soldiers patrolled back and forth with loaded guns and live ammunition. Some soldiers even held wolf dogs in their hands.

Not far in front of us, parked were a dozen old-fashioned trucks that could only be seen in old movies or documentaries, filled with military ammunition boxes and various supplies.

Around Huang Shaohong, there were many Chinese people wearing cotton jackets, small round hats, bloomers and leggings. At this time, they were looking at him with expressions of surprise or worry on their faces, but most of these people's expressions were...

numbness!

These people all wear numbered brass bracelets on their hands. This place looks like a concentration camp.

Next to Huang Shaohong was a Chinese man with half the top of his head shaved. While trying to help him up, he quickly whispered:

"Brother Huang, I know you are a man, but it's not worth losing your life here. Just bear with it. When we get here, how can we get everything to our liking?"

‘Whoosh’!

There was a strong wind, and Huang Shaohong reached back to grab it, and a whipped cowhide belt was caught in his hand.

Looking back, he saw a white soldier with a full body, a hairy beard, and a muscular appearance. He was shouting loudly in a language he couldn't understand. Although he didn't understand, the man next to him just said

This foreigner is French, so he should speak French.

However, the accent was somewhat different from the French accent that Huang Shaohong heard in later generations, so he did not recognize it immediately.

At this time, the foreign soldier was yelling and scolding, while using his hands to take back the belt with force.

But no matter how hard the foreign soldier tried, even using his strength to suck the breast, the belt, although stretched straight, could not be pulled back at all.

Huang Shaohong suddenly let go of his fingers, and the foreign soldier was pulled into the air with all his strength. He suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell backwards involuntarily, falling hard to the ground on his back.

Huang Shaohong then stood up with a smile, dusted himself off, and found that he was also wearing a dirty blue cotton-padded jacket, bloomers and leggings. He also had a numbered copper bracelet on his wrist, with the number on it clearly.

It’s the classic number plate 9527!

‘Bang’

A bullet hit not far from Huang Shaohong's feet. Many soldiers around him raised their guns and pointed them at Huang Shaohong, while shouting curses at him in French and English.

A young white man wearing an officer's uniform walked out from the foreign soldiers. He held an old-fashioned officer's revolver in his hand. He looked at Huang Shaohong with a fierce look on his face. This warning shot was obviously...

From his hand.

Huang Shaohong didn't pay attention to the revolver in this man's hand at all. To him, this gun was not even a small hit.

At a glance, I found that the uniforms of the surrounding soldiers were all different. Some were French uniforms from World War I, and some were British uniforms.

Because he had to enter this period to complete the mission, Huang Shaohong specially did a lot of work, so he could recognize the uniforms worn by these soldiers.

At this time, a Chinese man wearing a top hat and a wrinkled suit ran towards this side quickly, waving his hands and shouting loudly:

"Don't shoot, misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

The Chinese man ran up to him, took off his courtesy, bowed and said in English:

"Captain Earl, this is a misunderstanding caused by language barrier. I'll talk to him, I'll talk to him!"

The young white man nodded, and then warned him in English: "Tell your people, next time this happens again, this shot will not be on the ground!"

"Yes, yes, he is a native country bumpkin. Why are you doing the same thing as him? Leave it to me and I will take care of him!"

When Huang Shaohong saw the slave look on the man's face, a ferocious smile appeared on his face and he was about to reach out and strangle him to death. Unexpectedly, the man turned around and changed his face and whispered:

"Brother Huang, I'm not talking about you. Why are you arguing with the foreign devils? They are inhumane. You met this Earl, which is pretty good. Last time, there were a few brothers who came from the Youth Gang and relied on their kung fu skills.

He refused to be disciplined by the foreign devils, and after only a few arguments, he was directly ordered to be tortured by Major Pierre, the manager of the camp!"

Seeing how he looked like he was doing it for your own good, Huang Shaohong slowly put the hand he had just raised back down again, wanting to wait to figure out the situation before talking.

The French soldier who was knocked down by Huang Shaohong skillfully fell so hard that he fainted. A military doctor came over to examine him and said he was just unconscious and not life-threatening, so Captain Earle had him carried away.

Then he walked up to Huang Shaohong and pointed at him, then pointed at the Chinese who wanted to help him and said:

"If you make a mistake, you must be punished. The two of you are responsible for one of these dozen trucks of supplies. If you can't move them all before dark, you will have no food for three days!"

The man in the top hat quickly translated his words to Huang Shaohong, with an unbearable look on his face. Let alone not eating in this place for three days, if you don't eat even one meal, you will die from exhaustion the next day.

Driven by the British and French soldiers, the other Chinese began to unload the trucks, leaving the first truck to Huang Shaohong and the Chinese who was supporting him.

The polite man sighed: "Let's do it. If you don't, you will die here tonight. You said this was a big deal. I went to the toilet. How dare you, who just came here, dare to make trouble with the foreign devils?"

, you said...hey!"

Huang Shaohong also made a guess at this time. If he was not mistaken, the compatriots around him should be Chinese workers who supported the European battlefield during World War I.

Before he entered this world, he had read information about the First World War. When the First World War broke out, Britain, France, and Russia suffered heavy losses on the European battlefields and were forced to recruit large numbers of troops in their respective countries. This also caused

As a result, they have a severe shortage of domestic labor force.

In order to make up for the shortage of labor, Britain introduced a large number of labor and soldiers from overseas colonies to supplement its war needs.

The French colonies were far inferior to the British in terms of quantity and quality, so they set their sights on China as far away as Asia.

Beginning in 1916, with the tacit approval of the Beiyang government, Britain and France began to recruit workers in China.

In 1917, after the Beiyang government declared war on Germany and Austria, as the main way for China to participate in the war, a large number of workers began to be openly recruited and sent to Europe.

According to statistics, more than 140,000 Chinese laborers appeared in France as non-combatants at that time.

Huang Shaohong guessed that his current identity should be one of these workers who participated in the war.

He made up his mind to hold back for the time being. He would avoid those foreigners at night and first ask other Chinese about the specific time and place. After confirming the time coordinates, it would not be too late to take action. What happened to the Allied Forces? How dare you?

Anyone who hits me will die... Isn't there a saying, "The moon is dark and the wind is high, the night is murderous"...

At this time, the man who kindly helped Huang Shaohong pushed him and complained bitterly:

"Brother Huang, you're going to kill me this time. This truck can't be unloaded at all. That foreign devil is sincerely trying to kill us!"

Huang Shaohong glanced at the truck, then turned back to the man and said, "You don't need to be there, I'll do this work myself!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to Captain Earl who was watching the joke and said in English: "You said it's one car per car, but if I finish moving, I can rest!"

When Huang Shaohong spoke in English, everyone was stunned. They looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. The top hat man was surprised and said: "My dear, Brother Huang, your foreign language is better than mine.

It sounds just like talking to foreigners!"

After Captain Na Earl was surprised, he showed a funny expression and nodded:

"Okay, just the first car. You can rest after moving. There is still more than an hour before dark. If you and your compatriot are not finished moving, you and your compatriot will not eat for three days!"

Huang Shaohong was too lazy to say anything more. He just wanted the other party to say something. After speaking, he turned around and strode to the back of the truck. From the lowered baffle, he saw that the truck was filled with 203mm artillery shells.

It was the first time that Huang Shaohong saw someone transporting artillery shells like this. He just piled them into the truck and set off fireworks without fear of the bumpy road.

I picked one up with my hands and weighed the weight of two hundred, mostly less than three hundred kilograms.

Huang Shaohong didn't want to attract too much attention, so he just picked up one in one hand, carried it away, and asked the man in the top hat: "Where to put this thing?"

The man in the top hat was speechless. He pointed with his hand and saw that not far away was a temporary warehouse built with tents.

Huang Shaohong strode over and gently placed the two cannonballs according to the instructions of the British soldier in charge. Then he strode out and picked up two more before leaving. There was not even a drop of sweat on his forehead!

Earl just put the pistol back, lit himself an unfiltered cigarette, and took a puff. He looked up and saw this scene. After being shocked, he subconsciously took a long breath and choked himself.

, coughing again and again, till tears came out.

Not to mention Earl, all the foreign Japanese soldiers standing guard and the Chinese workers were stunned at this time.

A Chinese worker suddenly shouted: "What a man!"

Immediately there were shouts of approval.

Sixty to seventy percent of these Chinese laborers came from Shandong. In their eyes, Huang Shaohong was a living Liangshan hero. He had a strength of more than 200 kilograms in one hand and a weight of 500 kilograms in two shoulders. Isn't he a living Wusong!

Earl asked the top hat man aside: "How could he be so strong? Even the most powerful strongman in Great Britain cannot be so relaxed with him.

The top hat man's face was glowing at the moment, and he thought to himself that this guy really looks good on our compatriots. When Earl asked, he scratched the itchy spot and laughed loudly:

"Martial arts, this is our Chinese martial arts, kung fu! We have Huo Yuanjia in Xiajin Wei in China, who is even more powerful. He can lift up a seven hundred kilogram stone lock and walk away. You have a strongman named Obiyin from the UK who goes to Shanghai to set up a ring.

, Huo Yuanjia went to challenge him and scared him away!"

Earl nodded suddenly: "I know Obiyin. This matter has been in the newspapers. He is a coward. Your martial arts looks very powerful. Can it stop gunfire?"

The man in the top hat froze for a moment. Seeing that Earl's face looked a little bad, he knew that he had lost his temper in excitement, so he quickly made up for it:

"From what you said, martial arts is just about exercising your body. You're good at wielding swords and swords. But when you encounter your guns and cannons, it's just like banging eggs on rocks!"

After he said this, he saw that Earl's face looked much better, and he was so proud that he could not help but curse in his heart, these bastards!

Huang Shaohong's steps were like flying. In about ten minutes, he had unloaded all the artillery shells in a cart. Then he patted the man in front of him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, let's go and rest beside him!"

The cheers of the Chinese workers came from all around again. The strength of this hand was so beautiful.

Earl was quite trustworthy and just looked at him with a smile and then turned around to chat with his colleagues.

Huang Shaohong took the man before and found a place with leeward wind. The two of them squatted on the ground and watched the compatriots working. The man chuckled and said:

"I originally thought that you, brother, would be involved, but I didn't expect that you are a figure like Wu Erlang, who knows kung fu and is loyal. This time, I will take advantage of you!"

Huang Shaohong chuckled. Wu Erlang was a man who wanted to kill his whole family. He smiled and waved his hands and just said: "Brother, you have to help me with something?"
To be continued...