The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 377 - 370: A Sense of Ceremony

Gao Yuan descended the stairs; by now, all the injured soldiers had received aid, yet what their final outcomes would be, he could no longer help with.

So, it was time to fulfill the responsibilities of a captain.

When Gao Yuan came out, he could see a large number of soldiers entering Sirte City, while Ashraf was both back and embracing, carrying his belongings with great effort as he walked over slowly.

Gao Yuan turned his head and whispered to Li Jingang, "Go help Ol’Gun, his load is heavy."

Having said that, Gao Yuan once again approached Nate Schumacher, and as he was thinking about what to say to Nate, Nate turned his head.

In a low voice, Gao Yuan said, "Thank you."

What Gao Yuan was grateful for was the many military doctors Nate had sent to save people; without the Angel’s medics, Spark would have lost several individuals. Even if he and Ashraf had rescued people from the houses, these seriously injured soldiers would still have ultimately perished.

Nate Schumacher nodded; he accepted Gao Yuan’s thanks and then turned to say, "Thank you. You guys dealt with the artillery position here, which has been a great help to us."

Gao Yuan exhaled; Nate’s thanks relieved him considerably because the sacrifices made here were meaningful, which really made him feel much better.

"Can we talk about exactly what happened?"

Gao Yuan needed to understand the situation, and Nate Schumacher nodded, saying, "Of course, it’s very necessary. We really need to understand each other, so..."

Nate looked around and then said, "The environment here isn’t very good, but it’s even worse inside, so let’s just talk here."

After that, Nate didn’t turn around; he simply waved his left hand casually and spoke a sentence in German.

The people who had been following Nate immediately turned and shouted a few words in German, then two more people descended from the nearby off-road vehicle, immediately opening the trunk.

A soldier with a stern face carried a bundle to the side of the vehicle. He pulled the items in his hands apart, set them on the ground, and a companion unfolded a folded board, snapping it onto the supports that had just been extended.

It was a table.

As Gao Yuan was starting to feel astonished, another soldier had already spread a tablecloth over the set-up table, then very, very carefully aligned the corners perfectly symmetrically and without any wrinkles before stepping back.

At that moment, yet another soldier had taken something new from the car trunk, a vase, and with the other hand, inserted a bunch of fresh flowers into the vase, then carefully picked up a small petal that had fallen onto the white tablecloth.

In this moment, in this setting, to actually set up a table, spread a tablecloth, and arrange a vase?

Gao Yuan tried to calm himself, but he couldn’t help feeling somewhat annoyed; in his view, showing off should also consider the occasion, shouldn’t it?

Two folding chairs were opened and placed on either side of the table. Then a soldier pulled and propped up something, and a parasol was opened. The soldier positioned the parasol on the east side; the sun was not yet high, and the shadow of the parasol just enveloped the whole table.

At this time, Nate Schumacher finally stretched out his hand and said, "Please sit, emergency treatment takes some time, and we also need to wait for the battle to end."

Gao Yuan took a deep breath. He looked at Nate Schumacher; Nate was still making the inviting gesture, strictly adhering to etiquette, not seating himself before his guest had sat down.

Gao Yuan thought for a moment, then plopped down, followed by Nate Schumacher, who smiled and took a seat across from him.

Sitting upright, Nate Schumacher smiled at Gao Yuan and asked, "What kind of tea would you like? Lapsang Souchong, Tieguanyin, Biluochun, Da Hong Pao, Pu’er, or maybe English Breakfast?"

Stunned, Gao Yuan looked at Nate Schumacher for a while. He was at a loss for words regarding the man before him. Putting aside his identity and the current environment, the fact that a blond, green-eyed foreign devil was listing so many types of tea—in an environment where it was evident all those teas were available—left Gao Yuan truly speechless.

What to say, no, what to drink?

Actually, Gao Yuan didn’t drink tea; he preferred cola. If he had to choose a more formal beverage, not just a drink, he’d rather have coffee.

"Coffee, do you have any? Instant would be fine."

Nate Schumacher took off his sunglasses, casually handing them to the side; the person who had been following him immediately caught them, folded them, and placed them in a glasses case.

"Sorry, I don’t drink coffee, so I didn’t prepare any."

The apology came so naturally and calmly, but Gao Yuan felt it was just not right for a foreign devil to not drink coffee but to go for genuine Shenzhou tea instead—to the point of being a tad unbearable.

It just seemed like Nate Schumacher was trying too hard to impress.

"Er, then Lapsang Souchong?"

Gao Yuan had no idea what Lapsang Souchong even was; he truly didn’t know.

Nate Schumacher tilted his head slightly and said something. Then his aide-de-camp, or maybe an orderly, or just someone—anyway, the person who always followed Nate Schumacher—immediately turned to the vehicle and retrieved a small tea tray, even made of golden camphor wood.

The tea tray was placed on the table, followed by a small stove, then a fiberglass kettle, a white porcelain teapot, two white porcelain tea cups, and a tea caddy.

Nate’s aide-de-camp skillfully lit the stove and poured water from the bottle into the kettle before placing the kettle on the flame.

"Forgive the rudimentary setup. So ... where do you come from, and why do you come?"

Gao Yuan wanted to maintain the same posture and tone of voice as Nate Schumacher while speaking, but he found it impossible. He just couldn’t stand it.

This was a show-off, but one who was innately proud in his bones. Nate’s showing-off wasn’t just for the sake of it; he was a pure show-off—going about a routine yet necessary task for himself. If you expressed surprise or disgust at this, then ... then you would be at a disadvantage.

Nate Schumacher was someone who paid great attention to a sense of ceremony, strictly adhering to military decorum and aristocratic manners. Realizing this, Gao Yuan adjusted his attitude.

Maybe the aristocratic manners could be dropped, since Gao Yuan didn’t know what those exactly entailed, but regardless, he decided to treat Nate Schumacher’s antics as normal.

Gao Yuan smiled, then relaxed a bit, shifted into a more comfortable sitting position, and said with a smile, "We come from Shenzhou, to save the world, to defeat the Aliens."

Nate Schumacher nodded, then immediately said, "Understood. So are you looking for Ram or Poseidon? Or perhaps both?"