Steve is actually not good at words, and his perennial low self-esteem makes him a little introverted, while Fury is not a man of many words, and the two only occasionally chat a few words along the way.
For some reason, Steve could sense something dark in Fury, and his new friend seemed to have gone through a lot of bad things.
The people in the carriage were subconsciously avoiding Fury's gaze, as if he had some infectious disease.
They always sneak into Fury when they speak, and if Fury is looking at them as well, their voices get quieter and quieter until they close their mouths tightly.
It was in this strange atmosphere that they arrived at the Caspian camp.
The Caspian camp was built in a forest, the area is not small, and you can see that there are already many people running and training in it, but if you look at it by the standards of a normal army, the number here is probably only one or two companies, and everywhere seems empty.
"Click."
The back of the car was removed, and several GIs were standing "Gait, Rockis!
Harry Apu!
Pack Tanmu!
” Steve looked confused, how could there be British troops on the American mainland?
And still of Indian origin?
There is no one else in American English with an Indian accent It won't be him who will train himself in the future, right?
It's a bit of a communication problem.
Fortunately, after the translation of the other soldiers, the people in the car finally understood the meaning, and it turned out that the rookies were asked to get off the bus quickly.
Fury jumped out of the car first, and the others rushed out of the car, leaving a loose row.
"Play, spit, though, Buddha?"
The Indian sergeant held the list in one hand and counted the number of people in the other, and suddenly his eyes became sharp, why was there one less person?
Then he looked into the carriage and found Hodge sitting firmly in his seat, his head hanging still like a mountain The Indians burst into flames at once, and Hodge's performance was completely indifferent to him!
I have long heard that Americans are very unfriendly, not as kind as the British nobles treat Indians, but now I look at it, and it is true!
I hate this kind of racism the most.
He rushed to the car, the curry he had eaten for breakfast this day gave him energy, and he pulled out the stick from his waist and aimed it at Hodge's back.
How else could Hodge, who was already unconscious, react?
It's nothing more than being knocked to the ground.
Originally, the people in the carriage looked away, and in Fury's cold gaze, they all turned their heads to chat, or whistle to the sky.
If you listen closely, there are also people who play the Marseillaise.
But the eyes of the soldiers who followed the Indian sergeant were different, and they looked at the Indian with admiration, as if to tell something.
"Congratulations, sergeant, you've killed someone."
The Indian sergeant was also confused, Britain had been in the war for more than two years, and he had participated in dozens of battles, large and small, and even if he shot desperately on the battlefield, he had never hit a single German.
As a result, I just have a stick in my hand today, and this is the opening?
Wait, the Americans seem to be allies The Indian sergeant dropped the stick, touched Hodge's neck, and breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he had passed out.
And it seems that he passed out before he did it himself.
Then the truth is that only one other person in the car knocked him out!
Didn't expect that, right?
Yankee, the British Empire has a famous book like Sherlock Holmes, and I can read through the illustrated version by the time I am 20 years old!
"Who?
Who seems to have done it?
” The sergeant, having seen through the truth, jumped out of the car, walked in front of a row of people, and squinted at them one by one.
Of course, Steve was the first to be ruled out, and it is impossible to look at it.
Fury walked out on his own initiative, the task given to him from above had been completed, and although he didn't understand what was so special about this little man, the agent didn't need to ask why.
"It's me."
The Indian officer looked at him, then at the crowd, and someone quietly nodded desperately behind Fury, and it seemed that this was it.
"You're very tired, are you very good at fighting?"
"Of course."
Furyli was staring straight ahead and replied in a calm tone.
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The Indian sergeant circled around Fury, looking him up and down, touching his beard and pulling at the turban around his head.
"Okay, the geese have to get tired of this, Folou rice" Fury turned his head to look at Steve, nodded slightly, and followed the Indian, walked through the playground, and disappeared into some barracks.
The other GIs took Hodge to the infirmary, and then led the group to the barracks on the other side of the playground, where they were given cupboards and beds.
"There are your military uniforms in the cabinet, put them on tomorrow, assemble at the training ground at 7 o'clock in the morning, and disband!"
The GI dropped this sentence and left, and Steve put down his luggage and went out to look for Fury as soon as possible, but Fury disappeared as if he had evaporated from the world.
He went back to the barracks and waited, but Fury didn't come back until Hodge returned.
Hodge didn't dare to provoke Steve, after all, it was impossible to say when the black man would come back, and the black guy looked like he had a human life in his hands, and his eyes made people feel frightened.
Steve was lying on the hard bed and fell asleep before he knew it, he was so tired that he didn't wake up until the next day.
They put on their uniforms and waited on the playground, and Steve wondered if the trainer was yesterday's Indian, then he must ask where Fury had gone.
After all, Fury made a move for his own strength, and even if he was to be punished, the two of them should be together.
However, he was not waiting for an Indian.
"Recruits, stand up!"
A crisp voice sounded, and a tall woman in a lady's military uniform, very beautiful and sexy, walked into their field of vision: "I'm Agent Carter, and I'm in charge of everything in your squad." ” "What's your accent?
Queen Victoria cavity?
Hodge laughed and crooked his mouth, and he couldn't help but want to flirt with a pretty woman when he saw it.
"Your name, soldier."
Peggy stopped and looked at him calmly, she had seen a lot of this kind of self-righteous man.
"Gilmore Hodge, Your Majesty."
He moved his chin and replied flirtatiously.
"Get out of line, Soldier Hodge."
Peggy pointed in front of her, "Take a step forward with your right foot." ” "What, are we going to wrestle?"
Hodge winked at her and leaned closer as she said, "I know a lot of positions, and they're sure to make you feel good." ” However, before he could turn his head and show off his joke to his teammates, Peggy Carter punched him in the face, leaving him unconscious.
Maybe it was the old injury from yesterday that was triggered, or maybe it was Agent Carter who was pushing too hard, but Steve pursed his lips hard and finally didn't laugh.
This Hodge is so cheap that he was knocked out twice in two days.
"Agent Carter!"
At this moment a jeep arrived, and from it stepped down an officer, shouting Peggy's name.
Peggy quickly turned around and straightened her clothes and hair, and saluted.
"Colonel Philip."
A white male, probably in his fifties, walked up to the crowd with great steps and a resolute stride, and he turned over the matter lightly.
"As soon as I came, I saw you exchanging feelings with our candidates, and I was very happy."
He looked at Hodge, who was foaming at the ground, and felt a little disgusted: "Medic!
Carry this man away and fix his mouth!
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