My own war game

Chapter 1 Time is money
Some people say time is money.

If you lost everything at the poker table and had only twenty dollars left, what would you do with it?

Should I take the money and take a taxi home, or should I exchange it for the smallest chip again and fight for that slightest chance of making a comeback?
He Chi probably only has a few hours left to live.

In the sparsely populated Valley Park in California, He Chi, who had fallen off a cliff, was leaning against the cliff alone. A sharp columnar rock pierced his lower abdomen, and the massive blood loss made his condition very bad.

The blood loss made his stiff body a little cold. He took out his cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette with his gradually cooling hands, put it to his lips, and then lit it with a cheap lighter.

The tobacco passed through his lungs, and under the combined effects of the tar and nicotine, his brain began to calm down.

Penetrating wounds to the flank may result in internal bleeding, leg fractures that make movement difficult, and hypothermia, each of which can be life-threatening.

The biggest problem is that he's probably hallucinating.

A constantly changing countdown appeared in the retina of his right eye, and the number on it now read [04:29:27]

I rubbed my eyes, but the numbers didn't disappear, they just kept decreasing.

He Chi had a premonition that when the number returned to zero, that would probably be the day of his death.

He is not one to sit still and wait for death.

He struggled to get the mountaineering bag beside him, pulled out a tourniquet from it, and tied it tightly around his outer shirt which was already stained with blood. The bleeding rate began to slow down significantly.

As the emergency measures were completed, the numbers on the countdown began to change, and the numbers became [04:41:22]

Because it slows down the rate of bleeding, does that give you 12 more minutes of life?
But this cannot change the fact that he is heading towards death step by step.

Unless a rescue team and an ambulance can be called now, he is dead.

But looking at the broken phone on the ground, he knew that this was just wishful thinking.

Pulling out his climbing pick, He Chi gritted his teeth and knocked off the stone pillar that was stuck in his lower abdomen, temporarily keeping the remaining part of it in his body, and then crawled little by little to the other direction.

He didn't know what the point of doing this was, but he didn't want to just lie there and wait to die like a stray dog.

"It has been detected that the player has a strong will to survive and meets the basic requirements for entering the game." A voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

"Time currency mode activated, current exchange rate 1 hour/copper coin, player's remaining assets: 4 copper coins, do you want to activate the gambling system mode?"

Before He Chi could think, a "Yes/No" option floating below the countdown appeared in front of him.

It seems that it is not an illusion.

Although He Chi has not figured out what is going on, he vaguely knows that this is his chance to survive.

"Yes, I choose yes!"

Following these words, He Chi clicked on that option in his mind.

"The players have confirmed, the gambling mode has begun, the current exchange rate is 1 to 1, and the copy has begun to be built." As the voice rang in his ears, the time in front of him quickly cleared and turned into four bronze coins that fell into He Chi's pocket.

Then the surrounding scenery went dark and he lost consciousness.

A long time has passed, or maybe only a short while has passed.

He Chi slowly came to consciousness.

He found himself in a big pit, surrounded by wet mud that half buried his body.

There was sand in his mouth and nostrils, making He Chi's breathing uncomfortable. He could hear screams, human groans, and rumbling sounds...

Sound of gunfire!
Why are there gunshots?

Is the security in the beautiful country so bad?
What is going on?! Can anyone tell me?
He Chi was confused for a moment.

"Player information acquisition request detected. Players can pay to get a briefing. The fee is one copper coin. Do you want to pay?"

Still a little confused about the situation, He Chi nodded subconsciously. Then he felt his pocket become lighter, and one of the four strange copper coins in it was missing.

"The copy briefing is open. Background: World War I. Time: 1918. Location: Somme River. Conditions for a successful bet: Survive for 72 hours. Expected guaranteed income for clearing the bet: 80 copper coins. Conditions for copy failure: Player death. Penalty for failure: Unknown. Warning: The penalty amount exceeds the player's current assets. If the player fails in this round, he will be completely wiped out." The voice reminded in the ear without emotion.

1918? The Somme?
World War I battlefield?
Failure is completely wiped out, does that mean death?
He Chi subconsciously looked around and found that there were tunnels and messy barbed wire all around. Not far away, several things that looked like corpses were lying on the ground in a mess.

Looking down at himself, he was wearing a tattered old suit with the cuffs worn out and the threads hanging out.

He touched his shirt pocket and found three strange coins inside, and the rest was something that looked like an ID card.

I opened the certificate and saw the following written in traditional Chinese characters:

Kanto State Labor Dispatch Association

Name: He Chi

Age: 26 years old

Place of origin: Dashanliao, Beidashantong, Dalian
Now I am sent by the government to Europe to serve as laborers. The service period is five years, and the annual salary is 2000 francs, which is paid by the French government. Overseas Chinese help each other, and the Allied forces provide protection.

Spring of the 6th year of the Republic of China.

Is this body a Chinese worker sent to Europe?
In 1917, China officially joined the Allied Powers in World War I. Although it did not directly dispatch troops, it exported approximately Chinese workers to serve as frontline laborers to assist the Allied Powers in the war, making a huge contribution to the Allied Powers' victory.

Are you one of them now?
There were several corpses lying in the trenches around him. He Chi turned over a few of them and found that they all had oriental faces and were not wearing military uniforms. This should be a temporary tunnel for hiding. It seemed that a shell had landed here and sent everyone, including the owner of this body, to heaven.

After checking the body and finding no external injuries, He Chi conducted a simple search inside the house.

There were several bags of cement used for construction, gasoline in a corner, some canned food in boxes next to them, and bags of flour and vegetables piled together in another corner. There were also some small packages with fine crystals inside. He Chi took a little and tasted it, and found that it was sugar.

This should be a logistics warehouse, filled with a large amount of daily necessities.

But unfortunately, there are no weapons here, probably because everyone here is non-combatant.

Finally, He Chi found a shovel that looked fairly sturdy and used it for self-defense, then carefully groped his way out of the tunnel.

It was not necessarily safe to stay where he was in the midst of a battlefield filled with artillery fire, and it was not his habit to sit and wait for death.

As he groped his way to the end of the tunnel, the gunfire all around him became louder, mixed with shouting and groaning. It seemed that there were people in every direction, but he could not see anything.

bump!
A cloud of dust suddenly rose from the tunnel next door, and then there was a sound of tearing, followed by a creepy roar.

He Chi poked his head out of the tunnel a little bit and looked over secretly. He found that two soldiers were strangling each other and wrestling with each other. The sounds that sounded like human and beast came from the mouths of the two men.

After a little hesitation and seeing that there was no one else around, He Chi took a shovel and walked behind the two men to help.

Then he froze.

Which one is our own?

(End of this chapter)