Chapter 181: On the way to join the army
The journey is not too far. Pennsylvania is just south of New York State. Philadelphia is 155 kilometers away from New York City. However, there is no expressway yet. The quicker way to get there is by train, which normally takes about four hours.
It is the war time, and the military train has the highest priority to transport supplies. The train he rides needs to make way for almost all the trains he encounters, so that when Steve arrives in Philadelphia, it is already the next morning.
However, on the road, Steve couldn't sleep at all. He was full of excitement and expectation for the military camp. He just looked at the dark night outside the car window eagerly, and his eyes were red.
When we arrived at the Philadelphia train station, there was indeed a vehicle arranged by the military. He only needed to show his notice and boarded a truck, waiting to go to the barracks.
Unsurprisingly, the carriage is full of tall and muscular men, with a hormonal aura. Only when he boarded the carriage with the help of the pick-up soldiers, he was somewhat embarrassed.
But other people just glanced at him more often, without any indication, only a guy who looked like a bulldog sipped at him disdainfully, with contempt in his eyes.
The car drove quickly, and the compartment was still relatively empty. This time the recruits, including him, seemed to have only more than 20 people.
The carriage covered by green canvas can not see the surrounding scenery at all. 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 in a boat in a storm. After a while, his face became pale, as if something could not be restrained from coming out of his body!
"Wow!!!"
He used his last willpower to lie to the back of the car, like a rocket booster, spraying out yesterday's dinner on the road behind.
is instant noodles and some other things, and this obviously does not leave a good impression on the comrades.
"Hey, man!"
"Uh... vomit."
"gross."
Even though none of these people spoke, Steve could tell from their expressions what they wanted to express.
It's enough to get a pulmonary tuberculosis to join the army with them, and now this person seems to be dying in the car, and seeing the dead before he goes to the battlefield is not a good sign.
The previous person who spit at him immediately yelled.
"Damn it, I thought I was in the U.S. military, why is there such a waste!"
The contempt on his face is more obvious. He just likes to bully. He used to make fun of people who are thinner than him.
He is tall and strong, with muscles on his face, like a bulldog. In the conscription, he got the 1A evaluation by himself and was selected by the Strategic Science Corps.
"Hey, enough, we will all be comrades-in-arms, in fact, on the battlefield, your goal is much bigger than him."
At this time, a deep voice came from the darkness inside the carriage, and there seemed to be no one there.
The Bulldog turned his head and looked at it, finally distinguishing the silhouette of a person from the darkness, and he spit out again.
"What? You want to give him a head, nigger? You can call me Master Hodge, as long as you lick my boots and give me your black **** to play with, I will let him go, haha."
The people around are obviously smiling. They are used to it. If this is not an army, black people should have been sitting at the end of the car. They cannot sit on the same level as white people.
But only the military can see this excitement, right?
"Want to play with my black butt? It depends on whether you have this ability..."
The black man in the carriage stood up. He was not as tall or strong as Hodge, but his expression was calm, as if nothing could make him mood swings.
He walked up to Hodge in the bumpy carriage like walking on the ground, looking at him condescendingly.
"You fucking..."
Before Hodge was upset, the black man suddenly lifted his knee and slammed his chin on his chin. The huge force made his head hit the fence of the car. Hodge rolled his eyes and made a burp. Fainted.
The people in the car who were laughing and watching the excitement instantly became quiet, and only Steve's retching was heard, accompanied by the scenery behind the car and quickly swept back.
The black man touched his short curly hair and looked around the people in the car. He patted the non-existent dust on his pants and asked faintly.
"Who else is interested in my skin tone...or butt?"
Naturally, no one would answer him. The lightning-fast shot just now proved that he is a ruthless character that is not easy to mess with.
The people in the car were all civilians before, and it was absolutely impossible to beat such a clearly trained person, even though they were very upset about the black man's bravado, they could only keep their upset in their hearts.
"Very well, we are done."
The black man walked towards Steve at the end of the car. Steve lay on the baffle at the rear of the car, panting with his eyes closed.
He didn't even dare to open his eyes, now he is dizzy badly.
"How is it, buddy, how are you?"
The black man squatted beside him, reached out and patted Steve's shoulder, he turned his head slightly, after all, the smell of vomit did not taste very good.
"I'm fine, thank you, I heard you spoke for me just now."
Steve talked intermittently, with a smile that was uglier than crying~www.NovelMTL.com~ The black man tilted his head indifferently. A villain like Hodge is nothing to him. This little man is because of his body. The reason was discriminated against, and he himself was because of his skin color.
Both of them are sympathetic to each other.
The black man drew closer, lowered his own voice, almost blending with the roar of the truck engine.
"If you want to hit him with a black gun on the battlefield, then count me."
"What? No, I won't do that."
Steve was taken aback, because the incident was shot behind his comrades, which was too extreme.
He turned his head, his eyes widened, and looked at the black man behind him.
The black man was still expressionless, as if he hadn't said anything just now.
"It's just a joke, look, if you scare you, do you feel no more motion sickness?"
There is no feeling of motion sickness, but Steve can't tell if he is really joking, after all, he doesn't mean to laugh at all.
I hope it's a joke...
"Uh, well, I don't know much about the jokes on the battlefield. Thank you anyway." Steve got up from the floor of the carriage and returned to his seat, and the black man naturally sat next to him. .
This black man, wearing old clothes, can tell that his family is not very good, but he sits upright, as if he is wearing the most high-end dress.
Steve was full of curiosity about him. He rubbed his palms on his clothes and reached out towards the black man.
"My name is Steve and I am from Brooklyn."
The black man held out his palm and shook him slightly, shook it twice: "Huh, New Yorker? You are lucky, I don't know where my home is, but fortunately I still have a name, I am Nick Fury."
