American comics: Starting as the Jinchūriki of the One-Tailed Beast

Chapter 135 Rogers Gets Mocked

Time flies.

Before we knew it, half a year had passed.

After arriving in France, Roy, Carter, and the others rested for only one day before starting their team's special operations mission.

This includes, but is not limited to, disrupting enemy supply lines, carrying out decapitation strikes deep into German-occupied territory, ambushing small groups of enemy troops, destroying strongholds, and rescuing hostages.

The primary objective of the Strategic Science Legion is Hydra.

Therefore, the special missions they carried out were basically all aimed at Hydra's operations.

One challenging mission after another not only helped the squad gain a reputation and become a well-known presence within the Allied forces, but also made Roy and Peggy household war heroes and thorns in the side of Hydra.

While they were busy carrying out special operations missions, Rogers on the other side of the Atlantic was not idle, traveling around with Congressman Brant to sell defense bonds.

Senator Brant was right; Rogers is indeed very valuable.

In each state he visits, the state's defense bond sales increase by at least 10%.

Although he did not personally go to the battlefield to fight the enemy, he still made a huge contribution to the U.S. military, providing the United States with sufficient funds to manufacture weapons such as bullets and shells.

Rogers was well aware of this as well.

However, as time went by, especially after Roy and Peggy became household names as war heroes, he grew to hate his current job more and more.

He longed to personally go to the battlefield and kill the enemy.

But Senator Brant only saw him as a cash cow and a pawn for gaining political prestige.

1943 October.

Italy.

Allied camps only five kilometers from the front lines.

A brightly colored stage, completely out of place with the atmosphere of the military camp, was erected in the square of the barracks.

On stage, Rogers, dressed in a tight-fitting blue uniform and holding a shield, stood in front of the microphone and addressed the soldiers below the stage with great passion: "Are you ready to come with me to deal with Hitler?"

There was complete silence in the audience; no one responded to Rogers.

An awkward silence!

An awkward silence ensued!

This was the first time Rogers had encountered such a situation since becoming a sales ambassador for defense bonds.

"Okay—are there any volunteers?" Rogers continued.

"If we're not volunteering, what are we doing here?" a voice rang out from the crowd.

The other soldiers burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Before Rogers could speak, another soldier shouted, "We want to see the girls!"

This proposal immediately garnered the support of all the soldiers.

Rogers turned to look back at the stage and replied, "I think they only know how to sing one song, but—let me see what I can do?"

"Go for it, America's sweetheart!"

"Your boots are nice, little fairy~"

Seeing Rogers at a loss, mocking voices rose from the crowd.

"Come on, guys, we're on the same team," Rogers said with a helpless expression.

"Captain, sign this!" A soldier stood up, turned his back to Rogers, pulled down his pants, revealing half of his buttocks, and shouted.

As everyone laughed, someone stood up and threw the apple in their hand at Rogers.

Rogers immediately raised his shield and blocked the incoming apple.

Once there's a first one, there will soon be a second and a third.

Rogers dodged the incoming apples, his expression as ugly as could be.

Amidst the jeers of the crowd, he said nothing and turned to leave the stage.

At the same time, women dressed in sexy uniforms, showing off their long legs and cleavage, took to the stage one after another.

As the girls stepped onto the stage, excited cheers immediately erupted from the crowd.

"Don't worry about it, they'll like you," the staff member reassured Rogers.

Rogers didn't say a word and walked silently backstage.

Behind the square.

Peggy, dressed in combat gear, spoke up: "Rogers shouldn't be mocked like this. He's also serving his country, just in a different way."

Roy nodded and said slowly, "It shouldn't be like that, but his method of encouragement is only suitable for encouraging children and ordinary people, not for encouraging soldiers on the front lines."

Six months have passed, and Rogers has traveled to every state in the continental United States.

With the national tour over, it's time for the world tour.

However, touring the war-torn European continent at this time is not a good idea.

It's wishful thinking to think that a few slogans can boost the morale of frontline soldiers and gain their approval.

"It's been half a year since we last met. Let's go see him," Peggy said softly, turning to Roy.

"Okay!" Roy replied quickly without refusing.

Although he and Rogers weren't exactly good friends, they had at least met once, so it wouldn't hurt to say hello.

Behind the stage.

Rogers sat on a small box, holding a notebook and pencil, drawing with a dejected mood.

What he is drawing now is a monkey wearing a uniform, holding a shield in its right hand and an umbrella in its left, riding a unicycle on a steel cable.

His drawing skills are mediocre.

But this painting is the best reflection of his inner world.

He feels like a monkey performing acrobatics these days.

"Hello, Rogers," Peggy's voice rang out behind Rogers.

Rogers immediately turned his head, a look of surprise flashing across his face.

"What are you doing here?" Rogers closed his notebook, stood up, and asked.

"I happened to have a mission, so I came over," Roy replied.

"What mission?" Rogers continued to ask.

Roy said unhurriedly, "Hydra sent an army to the front line. 200 soldiers from the 107th Infantry Regiment were ordered to intercept them, but less than 50 of them returned alive."

"Among the audience were members of the 107th Infantry Regiment. According to the soldiers who returned, more than 150 others were either dead or captured."

107th Infantry Regiment?

Rogers' expression changed instantly.

He would never forget that his best friend Bucky was in the 107th Infantry Regiment.

Seeing his expression, Roy knew what he was thinking and continued, "Bucky was also ordered to set off, but he wasn't among those who returned."

Rogers' already unpleasant expression became even more unpleasant.

Without any hesitation, he immediately ran towards Colonel Philip's tent.

Roy and Peggy followed him to the tent.

"Isn't this the hope of America, with a star on your chest and a plan hidden in your heart? What are your plans for today?"

Seeing Rogers walking towards him with a serious expression, Colonel Philip immediately teased him.

"Colonel, I need the list of the fallen soldiers of the 107th Infantry Regiment," Rogers said quickly, ignoring Colonel Philip's teasing.

"Boy, you have no right to order me around," Colonel Philip said in a deep voice.

"I just want to know about Sergeant James Barnes of the 107th Infantry Regiment. Please tell me he's still alive?" Rogers continued.

Colonel Philip first glared at Roy and Peggy, his eyes blaming them for revealing military intelligence to Rogers, who wasn't even a soldier. Then he stood up and began flipping through the list of casualties in his hand.

"I signed so many death notices today that I can't even remember all the names."

"His name is not on the list of the dead; he must have been captured."

Colonel Philip turned around and spoke slowly.

Upon learning that Bucky hadn't been killed in action, but merely captured, Rogers breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "So, when do you plan to rescue them?"

"You should ask Captain Carter that question; she's the commander of the assault team," Colonel Philip said, pointing at Peggy with a helpless expression.

In terms of organization, the assault team is also a member of the Strategic Scientific Legion and must obey its command.

However, because of Roy, a "troublemaker," in the commando team, he only had nominal command authority.

Peggy said slowly, "They are in the Hydra base 30 miles behind the front line. They have to cross the most heavily guarded enemy-occupied area. Roy and I have already made a plan. We will go to the base to rescue them after nightfall."

"I can help too, count me in," Rogers said quickly.

Peggy didn't answer immediately. She turned to Roy and looked at him, seeking his opinion with her eyes.

Although she was the captain of the commando team, she would always consult Roy's opinion before each operation.

She would only issue orders after obtaining Roy's consent.

Peggy did this not because she was love-struck, but because Roy was the top combatant in the commando unit.

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