Chapter 110 Go to the UK

The night before boarding the ship, Parks had nothing to do. He went to the company, and then saw Wales, Nixon and Compton sitting around a table, with a glass in front of them and a bottle of wine on the table. Winters was shaving on the side of the table. He paid great attention to his appearance. He wanted to look clean before he went back, not like a refugee.

"Wow - I finally saw you, Parks!" Compton whistled and waved to him, "Just now, Dick said, let's give up. You won't participate in our game. I didn't expect you to come!"

"What to play? Blackjack?" Parks sat down at the table with a smile.

"I also told you that you will never win Lace's money. Do you choose to believe it or not?" Winters wore a beard and the corners of his mouth. He wanted to smile, but he was afraid of touching the muscles on his face.

"I also want to ask if Parks has enough money!" Nixon smiled and said, "Come on, play with us. Anyway, we are idle now. We will go to England tomorrow. Why don't you win all your money and go to London to enjoy it?

"London?" Wales shook his head, "If there is a holiday, I can't wait to see Betty. God, I don't even know how excited she will be when she sees me.

"Do you want to play?" Wales said to Pals, "We still need one more person. Dick is already a captain, and he has decided not to deal with these things anymore. He changed his habits.

Winters had finished his beard and was wiping his face with a towel. Hearing Wales' words, he couldn't help laughing at him and said, "Yes, I've made a change."

"Don't play blackjack anymore?" Nixon said in surprise.

"No, I changed the way of playing," Winters laughed. "I'm already a captain. I should learn some new ways to play. This kind of old-fashioned thing can no longer attract me!" With that, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh--" Wales moaned, "I hate bureaucracy!"

"Do you want to issue cards?" Parks asked, "I've already decided to win a lot before I go back to England, and then go to London to have a good time. Hurry up, I can't wait!" After sitting down, Pax took a sip of the wine and began to urge.

"Let's see who killed whom!" Compton muttered unwillingly. muttered.

Several people were about to start when they heard someone knocking at the door. Winters walked over and saw Moore standing at the door. He glanced at the room and then said to Winters, "Sir, I don't want to disturb you, but... there's something I want to get your permission!"

Winters motioned him to wait outside, and then he put on his military cap and came out with him. He looked at him with a smile and said, "Okay, second-class soldier, what can you tell me now?"

At this time, Moore suddenly gestured to the side. In Winters' surprised eyes, Malachi flashed out from behind a tent, holding a large cardboard box in his hand, came to Winters' tent and put it at the door of the tent. Then he stood in front of Winters with Moore and saluted him.

Winters returned a military salute and couldn't help frowning and saying, "What the hell are you doing?"

Moore looked a little embarrassed, but he summoned up the courage and said, "Well, we have prepared some fruits for you. You know, we will all spend the next few days on the sea. Without these new things, we will be sad. Fortunately, we found something, so we sent it to you!"

Winters nodded and smiled, "Well, thank you. But if there is anything else, you'd better tell me quickly!" Winters knew that the two guys were not stopers, so he directly point out their purpose.

Malachi nodded and said, "Yes, sir, we found a motorcycle with a side box at the camp, and no one thought it was theirs, so we thought, if possible, we would take it to England. Is this okay? Sir?"

Wentes looked at them, glanced at the box at the door of the barracks, and said, "I don't know who owned the car. It's up to you." Also, thank you for your fruit. Then he walked to the door of the tent, picked up the box of fruit, and walked in.

"Well, it seems that he agreed!" Moore watched Winters move the fruit in, and couldn't help patting Malachi on the shoulder excitedly and laughing, "It seems that we have to prepare the last one. Malachi, bring your good wine and your loot tomorrow on the ramp of the landing ship, and then we will take that baby to England!"

"God, I'm a little excited when I think of this!" Malaki and Moore hooked up on their shoulders and walked towards the camp.

When Winters walked into the barracks, he put the fruit on a box and made a loud noise. The box of fruit was really heavy enough. He clapped his hands and opened the box.

"Hey, Dick, what is that?" Nixon smelled the fruit and shouted at Winters, "Whose bribe did you take just now? I want pineapple!"

Compton also blew a whistle. Despite Parker's urging, he said, "It's over, I won't follow!" Then he shouted, "I want pineapple, too. I love the taste."

"Is it Moore and Malaki?" Parks turned over a card and then shouted in surprise, "Oh, my God, I killed it again. This is a double bet. God really cares for me!" Then he watched several guys reluctantly throw the money on the table. Parks rudely took all the money into his pocket.

"Damn it!" The three people around the table scolded angrily.

On the morning of July 11, the brothers of Company E began to line up, then they came to a huge landing ship, and then began to board the ship along the ramp.

"What a huge guy!" White said with a sigh.

Pai Kanty nodded and said, "This big guy will take us to England. I can't wait to go to London. I heard from Luz that the girls there are very enthusiastic. He has been there, which is good news.

"I hope that now we are the heroes of the British. Maybe there will be a ceremony to enter the city. Think about the flowers that fly to us and the kisses of the girls. God, I think dreams come true!" With that, White stepped on the ramp and then walked towards the warship.

The brothers of Company E walked into the warship, but staying in the warship was not as comfortable as they thought. A few officers could get preferential treatment, and other soldiers had to be crowded together. It's noisy and makes people hold your breath.

"Hey, brother, how are you?" Malachi walked towards a naval sergeant on duty on the ramp, "Is it hard?"

"It's not as good as you! I heard that you beat the Germans in Carrington. That's great, bro. The sergeant said enviously, "You know, the navy can't get mixed up with this kind of thing. Maybe I can't find a suitable souvenir here before the end of the war."

"Well, what's your name? Where did it come from?" Malaqi continued to get close.

"Bane? "Rick!" The sergeant nodded and smiled, "From Philadelphia."

"Oh, God, Philadelphia? Philadelphia is a good place! I once passed by there by train! It's so beautiful." Malaqi exaggerated, "I didn't expect you to come from there."

"Yes, I also think it's a good place!" Sergeant Rick nodded, "However, I still feel a little sorry. After all, I haven't done anything here. The war is almost over. God, what should I tell them when I get home?"

"For the sake of passing by Philadelphia, what souvenir do you want? Dude, I have a lot here." With that, Malachi took out a watch from his satob. "The Germans used to wear it, but it was not as accurate as I did."

He took out another dagger from his bag and said to Sergeant Rick, "The paratrooper knife of the German Sixth Parachute Regiment, look at the 'Shus' symbol on it. This is not what ordinary German soldiers can have." With that, like a trick, he took out a bottle of wine from his pocket. "Authentic French wine was collected during the Battle of Brekut Manor."

Sergeant Rick stared at him in a daze, then swallowed a mouthful of water vigorously and said reluctantly, "Brother, you are really amazing. You have such a good opportunity." His eyes scanned these things, and then he said with a smile on his face, "Hey, man, how about I make a deal with you? I'll pay for your things and make a price! For the sake of you who once passed by my hometown!"

"Buy these things?" Malachi looked at him in surprise and then smiled, "Why did you come up with such an idea?"

"You don't want to?" Sergeant Rick was a little embarrassed and muttered, "You know, I just want to take these things back and show them to those people in my hometown. After all, I have also participated in the war."

"No, no, you misunderstood." Malachi shook his head and said, "Dude, I don't want to sell these things to you. Although they look precious, it is not difficult for us airborne troops to get these things. For the sake of passing by your hometown, I will give you all these things!" With that, he put the things in his hand into Sergeant Rick's arms.

Rick was obviously surprised. He took it at a loss and said with a smile, "Thank you, thank you very much. You are so generous. Tell me, man, can I do anything for you?"

"Actually, I don't need your help!" Malaki shook his head.

"No, no, I have to do something for you, otherwise I'm a little uneasy!" Sergeant Rick said hurriedly.

Malachi looked at him and nodded, "In that case, you can do me a small favor. Well, I have a friend who has a motorcycle and wants to take it back to England and get on the boat from here.

"No problem!" Rick patted his chest and said, "It's just a small problem. All right, man, where's your friend?

Malachi nodded and said, "Just wait here!" With that, he whistled at a sand dune not far away, and then saw Moore appear from the sand dune in a motorcycle. Malachi gestured forward to him.

Moore cheered, then increased the throttle, rushed down the sand dunes, and then roared across the ramp and entered the cabin of the warship.

"Thank you, man!" Malachi smiled at Sergeant Rick and said, "I have to say goodbye!"

Malage returned to the warship excitedly, and the matter was done, which made him particularly excited. And the yearning for a better life in Britain also makes everyone look forward to it.

(to be continued)