MTL - Wasteland Commander

Chapter 50 Letting the Dogs Out

 Smith is very uneasy now.

 After he ordered to deny the Qin and Han soldiers entry into the swimming pool, he was worried that these people would come back.

There were a few wounded people there just now, which was not convenient for fighting. Otherwise, he would have no doubt that those Qin and Han soldiers, who looked very tough at first glance, would definitely have come in with guns.

 Because this is still the land of the Qin and Han Dynasties after all, and it is morally untenable for them to occupy this place.

 At one point Smith even thought about escaping.

But running away is not possible. Where else can he run in this world?

He has three hundred students here, and these students are also useful to him. Every day he organizes students to go out to collect supplies, hunt zombies, and maintain the normal survival of this base.

Without these students as cannon fodder, all of their dozen or twenty foreign teachers would probably die soon.

Unable to leave, his only hope could only be placed in the pursuit of those Qin and Han soldiers.

If it is really someone sent by the consulate, he can still be saved here.

Just when he was running around the room like an ant on a hot pot, a foreign teacher ran in excitedly.

“Mr. Smith, there are many people outside.”

"Who is it? Are the soldiers from Qin and Han coming back?"

"NO! This time it is our compatriots, our soldiers of the United States and the United States!"

 “What? Where did they come from?”

“I heard they were sent by the consulate, but I haven’t seen anyone from the consulate.”

 “Quick, go and have a look!”

 Smith couldn't hold it any longer and immediately trotted out of the room, his heart beating nervously.

 When he came to the second floor window and looked down, Smith almost shed tears.

There were more than twenty United States soldiers standing below, each of them loaded with guns and ammunition. Their familiar military uniforms and appearance made him convinced that these were definitely soldiers from their country.

 The leading soldier in front has the rank of platoon leader, and the soldiers in the back are almost enough to form a platoon.

His voice was hoarse with excitement, and he shouted in his native language: "Where are you from?"

"Hey! Are you Mr. Smith? I heard old George talking about you. My name is John, and I belong to the Bingcheng Consulate. You can also call me Sir John. I think we may still be from the same hometown. I am from the coast of Jiazhou. You Woolen cloth?"

 “I am from Shanfo….”

“Oh haha, the fried steak there is very authentic, and the girls are also very enthusiastic. The Mr. Russell next to me is also from Shanfo. Maybe you can catch up on old times later.”

An authentic native accent made all the doubts Smith had cast aside.

 At first, he was worried about how the other party got here from Ice City, but now it doesn't seem to be important.

It is impossible for the Qin and Han Dynasties to send people to impersonate, and even if they impersonate, it is impossible to pretend to be so similar.

He is already in front of him, right? As long as these troops are there, his personal safety can definitely be guaranteed, and he no longer has to worry about those Qin and Han soldiers coming back.

"Mr. Smith, aren't you going to open the door and let us have a rest? We were chasing a few Qin and Han soldiers just now. You must know that running in this world of **** is not an easy task."

“Oh, I’ll open the door for you right away.”

Smith ran down from the second floor with a bump, smiling at the students who were looking at him as he ran.

 “The weather looks really good today, it should be a pleasant day.”

"I am so sure that our better days are coming, O Lyle! You should put on your tie and welcome our bravest warriors."

"Xiao Yeluo, you are such a lovely girl. I guarantee that you will have a wonderful new life in the future..."

 The students felt very uneasy when they looked at Smith who was as excited as an old dog in heat.

A lot of things happened during this period. Smith killed several classmates who opposed him, and just drove away a few Qin and Han soldiers. Now a group of American and United States soldiers have arrived, making the students feel that there is no hope in life.

 Can they go back to the past? It seems that there is no such possibility.

Maybe one day they will be eaten by zombies on the way to collect supplies, or they will be quietly beaten to death by Smith and others and thrown outside without even leaving their bodies.

 Smith personally unlocked the door of the swimming pool and opened the two doors completely.

 He showed the courtesy of a gentleman and welcomed the soldiers who came in.

Scout John walked ahead immediately and strode in. As he walked, he said: "Hey, look, there are many of our compatriots here. Mr. Smith, I think you should ask your compatriots to gather together and meet us."

“It’s okay…but they still have to guard these students…”

"That's all in the past. Do you think these children can do anything with us here?"

Smith nodded hurriedly: "Sir John is right. Now everyone gathers here to meet our heroes. What a blessing it is to be able to see them in this world."

Those foreign teachers came out from all corners, holding their own weapons, with extremely sincere and happy smiles on their faces, and walked towards the protector in their hearts.

John looked around and said to Smith: "Except for soldiers, no one else is qualified to hold weapons here. Hand in all your weapons."

 “Ah! But...” Smith hesitated.

"There's nothing good to do. If you still want to be protected by us, then do as I say."

Although Smith felt something was wrong, he still followed John's words and handed over all their firearms.

"Okay gentlemen, I think things here should be settled. Now please follow us and leave here. I will take you to an absolutely safe place."

 Smith's eyes suddenly lit up: "Do we have a base here?"

 “Haha! It will be available soon, please follow me.”

The soldiers began to signal the foreign teachers to file out. Smith also looked back at the hundreds of students: "What about them?"

"Is Mr. Smith such a kind person? Is he still in the mood to care about their life and death?"

 Smith smiled awkwardly: "Of course not, I just asked casually."

Seeing that his escape was imminent, Smith didn't care that there were still a few beauties he liked here, and followed John and the others out without hesitation.

The group passed through the side door, walked around in a circle, and finally arrived at the teaching building.

When I turned a corner, something heart-breaking happened.

A large group of soldiers stood darkly in front, with various firearms, flamethrowers, and even rocket launchers aimed at their group.

There are also military dogs as big as tigers, squatting there and staring at them, making people afraid to act rashly.

 Smith exclaimed: "There are enemies! Get ready to fight!"

 As he spoke, he hid behind John, hoping that John could resist.

Unexpectedly, John walked directly in front of the officer leading the team, stood at attention and saluted: "Sir, the mission is accomplished!"

 Smith was dumbfounded. John actually called a Qin and Han man "chief!"

And why does this young Qin and Han officer look familiar?

 “Old Shitou, you’re fine.” Ye Fan took off his hat and looked at the foreign teacher in front of him.

 “Ye Fan!”

Smith immediately felt bad and turned to look at John: "John, you turned out to be treason!"

 John nodded directly: "Well, it's been almost an hour since we rebelled."

"You...you traitor, I will definitely report you to the consulate."

Ye Fan snorted coldly: "It depends on whether you have the opportunity."

Smith trembled all over: "Ye Fan, after all, I am your teacher. According to your country, there is a master-disciple relationship. You won't hurt me, right?"

Ye Fan's eyes were cold: "Then when you were running wild in our land and hurting our Qin and Han students, did you ever think of the relationship between master and disciple?"

Seeing that his intercession was of no use, Smith braced himself and howled: "I am a citizen of the United States. You have no right to judge my crime. Whoever dares to harm me will not be spared by my motherland."

Ye Fan slowly turned around: "Since you said so, our people will not hurt you."

 Smith's eyes suddenly showed surprise. It seemed that the United States' signboard still worked.

 But Ye Fan knocked him into the ice cave the next moment.

"Whoever hurts you, your motherland will not let him go, right? Then let your motherland come to find these dogs, Xiaotian! Why are you rubbing around that bitch? Let's eat!"

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 (End of this chapter)