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"Steve, it's not that I have a problem with Mr. Colonel, but I think he's missing the point."

As he spoke, he picked up a newspaper and showed it to Rogers.

"Look at this newspaper. The whole country has seen your potential. Since your deeds appeared in the newspaper, the streets are full of people who want to join the army. We can't let people like you hide in the laboratory and be buried."

Knowing that he has become a big celebrity and has called many people to join the army to fight against the Third Reich, Rogers has mixed feelings. Of course he is happy to see someone fighting against evil forces, but he is sad that he cannot go to the front to fight.

The man patted Rogers on the shoulder and said, "Son, are you willing to serve the country on another important battlefield?"

When he heard that there was still a chance to go to the battlefield, Rogers happily agreed, "Sir, I wish for it!"

"Well, you've been promoted."

The officer shook Rogers' hand, and Rogers, who was immersed in going to the front to fight for his country, did not notice the meaningful smile of the former.

But he'll notice soon enough, at least Rogers at the back of the stage understands.

"This, can I really do it?"

"Relax man, you're just going to be on stage selling T-bills and then say the money will be used to make bullets to fight Nazis, come on, you're an American hero."

Rogers had a complicated expression after finishing his clothes, "I just think it's different from what I thought."

"I understand what you mean, but the senator is very powerful. If you work hard with us, you will soon be able to lead your own team."

He still wanted to say something, but the dense sound of gongs and drums came from the stage.

"Okay, put on your headgear, let's go!"

More than 20 standard beauties in short skirts were divided into two rows and began to sing and dance, while Steve began to read the sales lines. Although he was not good-looking, the hard-working dance of the girls was still very attractive.

Oh, and of course, our 'American Hero' is a huge hit with the little ones, which is probably the only comforting thing about Rogers.

After that, Rogers toured in many cities, such as Buffalo, Milwaukee, Philadelphia, Chicago, etc. He also made several promotional films, and his image has become popular all over the United States.

The cheers and praise of the audience, the flashes of the cameras, the praise of the congressman, everything changed Rogers' mind.

His emotions towards the show ranged from reluctance at the beginning to joy in it, especially the success of the largest New York show gave Rogers an idea that performing in various places is actually pretty good.

Until Rogers came to the rear of the battlefield.

November 1943, Italy, 11 kilometers from the front line.

Standing on the stage that was simply built, Rogers asked into the microphone with a smile on his face as always, "Are you ready to repair the enemy with me?"

No one answered, the people below just looked at him blankly, as if they were watching a grandstanding clown.

"Um, well...any volunteers?"

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers below were speechless. The reason why they didn't start cursing was because they wanted to see what the clown could do. It turned out that the clown was mentally ill.

"You idiot, why don't you support us here?"

The soldiers all laughed, and it wasn't over yet. They said they wanted to see the girl while throwing rotten oranges at Rogers' body, and sarcasm and insults were indispensable.

Rogers, who encountered this situation for the first time in the performance, could only slip away amid the laughter of the soldiers. He went down, and the girls came up.

Back behind the scenes, Rogers felt a little uncomfortable when he heard the loud cheers and whistles outside. It wasn't jealousy, but he thought a lot at this moment.

Of course, Rogers couldn't listen to others' casual comfort to him.And the weather here is not good, it started to rain after the performance.Now the staff is busy dismantling the stage, so naturally no one pays attention to him.

Most people here don't care about Rodgers, but there are always people who do.

Like... Agent Carter.

"Steve, hello."

Rogers was very surprised by Carter's greeting with a smile in his eyes. He didn't seem to expect that Carter would appear here, and he quickly closed the notebook in his hand, but his movements were still a step slower.

Carter, who has a keen sense of observation, clearly saw the picture on the notebook. It was a monkey wearing a five-pointed star dress, stepping on a unicycle, holding a shield in one hand and an umbrella in the other. It was self-evident what he wanted to express.

"Carter? What are you doing here?"

"Actually, I shouldn't be here."

Folding the coat in his hand twice and putting it on the box, Carter sat on it and said, "By the way, your performance is good."

"Um, yeah, I'm going to have to improvise a bit this time, because my previous audience is usually kids."

"Steve, I know you are America's New Hope."

new Hope?Rogers patted the supply box beside him with a wry smile and said, "Yeah, every time I perform in a state, the sales of the national debt increase by [-]%. At least I can let the soldiers have more supplies."

"It must have been Senator Bullard's idea."

"It's him, but he can still let me do this, instead of being locked up in the laboratory by Colonel Phillips and waiting to die."

"You only have two choices, lab mice or dancing monkeys?"

Carter looked at Rogers and said, "You know, you can do much more than that."

Instead of responding immediately as he did at the beginning, Rogers raised his head and sighed with a complex expression.

"My dream for a long time is to go to a foreign battlefield, go to the front line, and serve my country. When I finally got my wish and came to a foreign battlefield, I was wearing tights and doing useless performances like a clown in the rear."

A military vehicle not far away transported seriously injured soldiers one after another. Rogers looked at this scene with a heavy expression, but he was powerless.

"They just went through a terrible battle. Schmidt sent a troop, we sent a reinforced company totaling 200 men, and only 50 came back. You have people from the 107th Infantry in your audience, and the others were either killed or captured."

"107th Infantry Regiment?"

"what happened?"

Rogers, who was just in a heavy mood, suddenly became nervous, and he immediately got up and took Carter to the command center.

The command center was extremely busy at this time, or the command center that was usually very busy was even busier now, so Colonel Phillips naturally didn't have a good face when he saw Rogers coming.

"Hey, isn't this a man with a star on his chest hiding a plan? What's your plan for today?"

"I want the casualty list from the Battle of Bolzano."