My own war game

Chapter 126 My Russian Student
"Are you Chinese?" the girl asked in Chinese, blinking her big eyes.

He Chi was a little surprised. The other party did not call him "Chinese", but asked him directly in Chinese if he was Chinese.

"Well, I'm Chinese, and you speak Chinese well." He Chi nodded.

"That's great! My name is Gianna and my hometown is Minsk. My grandmother can speak Chinese and she taught me Chinese. When I was a child, she..." the girl said happily, clasping her hands together.

"Ahem~" Lisa coughed lightly and interrupted the conversation, "Miss Jaina should be very tired now, let's not talk about too much else."

The sour smell was still lingering in the room, and He Chi stopped talking in embarrassment.

The young girl blinked her eyes and looked at the two people in front of her, as if she hadn't noticed that the atmosphere was wrong.

At this time, someone helped He Chi out of the predicament in an unfriendly way.

Boom! !

A burning tire was thrown into the yard, and flames were everywhere!

Everyone in the house ran to the window and looked out. A dozen people wrapped in face scarves were jumping out of the car. Some of them were holding Molotov cocktails, some were waving chains, and some were putting their hands into their arms.

"I know that car! They're coming for me!" Gianna shouted, pointing at a Chevrolet in the distance.

The little Russian girl thought she was in trouble and looked at everyone with some worry, but surprisingly, she did not see any fear in the eyes of the people in the house. The cat named Napoleon even stretched.

"Go contact Clavelle Diallo and ask him to bring some people to clean up the mess." The Oriental man instructed Lisa, and then he and Lola opened a cabinet nearby.

"Lola, be gentle and don't kill anyone." The Oriental man specifically instructed.

Inside were two M4A1 carbines.

Bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! Bang bang bang bang! ! ! !
A sound like frying beans rang out in the yard, and the hooligans who were so aggressive just now fled in all directions like dogs that had lost their homes, and they didn't even dare to take the car.

These low-level thugs are not stupid. It is normal for California residents to have guns in their homes, but the fact that they have fully automatic firearms and took out two of them at once shows that the people in this house are definitely not easy to mess with. (Local laws only allow civilians to own semi-automatic weapons)

The police lights came on and at least four police cars stopped at the door of the villa. Seven or eight hooligans who did not have time to escape were pinned to the ground. All the policemen had loaded their pistols, ready to empty the magazines if the other party made the slightest movement.

"Thank you! Thank you for being so timely. Please give my regards to Chief Diallo." The Oriental man came out and chatted with the sheriff who led the team.

"Sir, please come back to the police station with us to make a statement. We seemed to have heard the sound of continuous shooting just now..." A young police officer wanted to come over and talk, but was pulled away by his colleagues.

"Is there any trouble? If necessary, we are willing to cooperate with the government." He Chi looked at the police chief in charge.

"No need for that. Newbies are always inexperienced and it's inevitable that they sometimes hear things wrong." The sheriff on the other side was very careful.

Before he finished speaking, 16-year-old Lola ran over excitedly holding an M4A1 and said, "He, did you see that? I just gave them..."

cough! Ahem!

He Chi coughed twice, and Lisa quickly pulled her sister into the house with the gun. "This semi-automatic rifle is really cool," the sheriff said calmly, as if he hadn't seen what happened just now.

"Thank you for your compliment. I remember there are a lot of Mexican ships at the dock recently. The customs officers are dizzy and might miss something, such as contraband in the red container." He Chi returned the favor at the right time and provided the other party with clues to perform meritorious service.

A satisfied expression instantly appeared on the other man's face, and he waved to the other police officers, "Take these scum back and interrogate them tonight!"

A rights transaction was thus completed.

Jaina could hardly believe her eyes. She turned her head and looked at He Chi. "Are you a person of high status?"

"Of course not, I'm just an intern who just got a green card." said the Oriental man.

Gianna thought the other party was just being modest, but she didn't expect that she would actually see him at school the next day.

"Everyone, I'm Professor Craig's assistant. I will be teaching your elective course Modern World History from today on." He Chi, wearing glasses and light-colored casual clothes, walked into the classroom and said to the freshmen including Jaina.

"Wow! He's so gentle and refined. I'm my type. I'm going to get his phone number after class." The female classmate next to Jaina said to her.

Jaina's face froze. The image of the other party shooting with a carbine in the yard last night appeared in her mind again. She could not associate it with the word "gentlemanly" in any way.

A year had passed since the end of the last copy. He Chi left a small amount of gold coins and recharged his life time to 10 years.

He has now completed his studies, but had to stay because he joined a gang. Thanks to the leverage he had with the immigration officer, his green card application went smoothly. However, there was one thing: the other party suggested that He Chi had better have a formal job.

Since he had no medical qualifications, He Chi applied for the position of history teaching assistant. The job was a temporary one with an hourly wage of US$25, which was only slightly better than the convenience store guy on the street, but this amount of money was not important to him.

He Chi clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

"Okay, everyone. Today our topic is "The Soviet Union's military mistakes in the early stages of World War II and its historical contribution to the entire war." It's 1 credit. Students who are interested can ask me for the handouts after class."

There was laughter in the classroom
"Soviet people? Those guys charging with shovels?" a student laughed, referring to a scene from a classic movie.

Today's college students have no memories of the Cold War, and their knowledge of the Soviet Union is limited to films and TV shows. They have no clear concept of the world's former "other pole."

"Yes, in the early stages of the war, when the Soviets were short of weapons, they did charge with shovels and several people shared one gun, but it is undeniable that during World War II, more than 70% of the German Army's losses were caused by the Soviets..."

He Chi took out a sketch pen with a somewhat special appearance, and an accurate map of Eastern Europe appeared on the writing board. He Chi kept marking on it the confrontation situation and the proportion of casualties between the two sides in each different time period.

For today, Dongfangren specially looked up information and prepared lessons.

"Jaina, wait a minute!" When the get out of class was over, He Chi called the girl opposite him.

"You dropped this thing at my place yesterday." He Chi handed over an old black-and-white photo that was originally in the girl's wallet.

In the photo, several young girls in Russian military uniforms are holding sniper rifles in their hands and smiling at the camera.

(End of this chapter)