This distance is actually not too far, Pennsylvania is just south of New York, Philadelphia is 155 kilometers away from New York City, but there is no highway yet, and the faster way to get there is to take the train, which normally takes about four hours.
It was wartime, and the military column carrying supplies was the highest priority, and the train he was on had to make way for almost all the trains he encountered, so much so that by the time Steve arrived in Philadelphia, it was already the next morning.
However, along the way, Steve couldn't sleep at all, his heart was full of excitement and anticipation for the barracks, and he just stared at the dark night outside the car window, and his eyes were red.
When he arrived at the Philadelphia train station, sure enough, there was a vehicle arranged by the military, and he only needed to show his notice, boarded a truck, and waited to go to the barracks.
Not surprisingly, the carriage was full of tall and muscular men, and the hormonal atmosphere was bursting, and he only boarded the carriage with the help of the soldiers who picked him up, which made him a little embarrassed.
But the others just glanced at him more and didn't say anything, except for a guy who looked like a pit bull smacking at him with disdain, and there was disdain in his eyes.
The car drove quickly, and the carriage was still relatively empty, and there seemed to be only about twenty recruits this time, including him.
The carriage covered in green canvas has no view of the surrounding scenery at all, only the yellow dirt road behind it, some grass is sprouting on the side of the road, and tender green is pulling out of the branches.
Shaking and jolting, Steve felt like he was sitting in a small boat in a storm, and after a while, his face turned iron-blue, as if something couldn't help but come out of his body!
"Wow!!"
With the last of his willpower, he threw himself to the back of the carriage and spewed out yesterday's dinner like a rocket booster.
That is, instant noodles and some other things, and this obviously does not leave a good impression on the comrades.
"Hey, an!"
"Uh-huh."
"It's disgusting."
Even though none of them spoke, Steve could tell in their expressions what they were trying to say.
It's enough to get a tuberculosis to join the army with them, and now this person seems to be dying in a car, and it doesn't bode well to see a dead man before he even goes to war.
The man who spat at him immediately shouted.
"Damn, I thought I was in the U.S. military, how can there be such a waste!"
The contempt on his face became even more obvious, he just liked to bully people, and he used to make fun of people who were thinner than him.
He is tall and strong, with muscles on his face, like a bulldog, and he was selected by the Strategic Science Corps for getting a 1A rating on his own in the conscription.
"Hey, that's enough, we'll all be comrades-in-arms, in fact, on the battlefield, your goal is much bigger than his."
A deep voice came from the darkness inside the carriage, as if there was no one there.
The pit bull turned his head to look, and with great difficulty he could discern the silhouette of a man from the darkness, and he spat again.
"What?
You want to give him a head,?
You can call me Master Hodge, as long as you lick my boots and play with your black ass, I'll let him go, haha. ” The people around were visibly smiling, they were used to it, if this wasn't the army, the blacks would have been sitting at the end of the car, and they wouldn't be on an equal footing with the whites.
But only the military can see this kind of excitement, right?
"Want to play with my black ass?
It depends on whether you have the ability to do it."
The black man in the carriage stood up, he wasn't as tall or as strong as Hodge, but his expression was calm, as if nothing would ever give him a mood swing.
He walked up to Hodge in the bumpy carriage and looked at him condescendingly.
"What the do you" Before Hodge could erupt, the black man jerked his knee and slammed it on his chin, causing the back of his head to hit the fence of the car, causing Hodge to roll his eyes and faint with a hiccup.
The people in the carriage who were originally giggling and watching the excitement instantly became quiet, and only Steve's retching sound could be heard, which quickly swept backwards with the scenery behind the car.
The black man stroked his short curly hair, looked around at the people in the carriage, patted the non-existent dust on his pants, and asked lightly.
"Who else is interested in my skin color or ass?"
Naturally, no one will answer him, and the lightning-fast shot just now proves that he is a ruthless character who is not easy to mess with.
The people in the car had been civilians before, and it was impossible for them to beat such an obviously well-trained person, although they were very unhappy with the black people's show of power, and they could only suppress their displeasure in their hearts.
"Good, we're done."
The black man walked towards Steve, who was lying on the back of the car, gasping with his eyes closed.
He didn't even dare to open his eyes, and now he was dizzy.
"How's it going, man, alright?"
The black man crouched beside him and reached out to pat Steve's shoulder, and he turned his head slightly, after all, the smell of vomit was really not good.
"I'm fine, thank you, I heard you speak for me just now."
Steve spoke intermittently, with a smile that was uglier than crying.
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The black man tilted his head indifferently, a villain like Hodge was nothing to him, this little man was discriminated against for physical reasons, and he himself was discriminated against because of the color of his skin.
Both of them are in the same condition.
The black man leaned in and lowered his voice, almost blending in with the roar of the truck engine.
"If you want to shoot him on the battlefield, then count me in."
"What?
No, I wouldn't do that. ” Steve was taken aback because he shot his comrades in the back, which was also too extreme.
He turned his head, his eyes wide open, and looked at the black man behind him.
The black man was still expressionless, as if he hadn't said anything just now.
"Just kidding, look, scare you, don't you feel motion sickness?"
It was true that there was no motion sickness, 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, well, I don't know much about battlefield jokes, 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, dressed in old clothes, could tell that his family was not very well-off, but he sat up straight, as if he were wearing the most exclusive dress.
Curious about him, Steve rubbed his palms against his clothes and stretched out to the black man.
"My name is Steve and I'm from Brooklyn."
The black man stretched out his palm to shake him and shook it slightly: "New Yorker?
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