My own war game

Chapter 135 Translator

Cheka, the old name of the Soviet State Security Bureau, is also the abbreviation of Soviet intelligence agents, each of whom is a mortal enemy of the Ukrainian Liberation Army.

He Chi's extraordinary strength and mysteriousness made Nukamolenko think he had met a Soviet agent.

There was some misunderstanding, but He Chi did not deny it. After all, the mystery of the Cheka was conducive to the "communication" below.

Nukamolenko's wounds were bandaged and he was then dragged into a dark part of the cave.

The guerrilla leader was determined to die at this moment. He refused to cooperate no matter what the other side did, and even wanted to tear open his wounds and commit suicide.

But the Oriental man neither interrogated him nor used violence against him. He simply sat beside him for a short while every day and examined him constantly as if he were observing a commodity.

The juice of some plant in the woods was smeared on the other person's body, and the other person's light skin began to become as dark as his own. The cut hair was reused, and by some unknown means, the other person's cheekbones even became higher.

Not only did their looks become more and more alike, but their tone and demeanor were also becoming exactly the same as mine. In the end, even my habit of rubbing my thumbs when I was nervous was learned by the Orientals.

A strange thing happened, and he saw with his own eyes "another self" slowly appearing before him.

"I think you already know what I want to do. How about cooperating with me? I promise to consider your safety." The Oriental man tried one last effort beside him.

He took out a letter from behind his back. "This letter of introduction says that Mr. Stepan Bandera recommended you to the front as a translator for the German army. It highly praised your ability and wished you good luck working with that gentleman."

“Can you tell me the details?” He Chi sat next to him like he was inspiring a primary school student.

"For example, who is that gentleman?"

“Cough, cough, cough!” Nukamolenko coughed loudly and laughed at the Oriental man, “It’s useless. I have studied the language for fifteen years. Even if you are the Cheka, you can’t copy my ability. Even if you sneak in, you will be recognized and hanged.”

"Really? What languages ​​do you know?" the Oriental man asked casually.

Nukamolenko was about to retort, but then he was stunned because the other party was not speaking ordinary Russian, but Georgian dialect.

"What languages ​​do you know?" the Oriental man asked again, this time it was German.

English, Finnish, Spanish, Latin...

The Oriental switched his accent back to Ukrainian. "You can try any language to see if I know how to speak it. Do you want to give it a try?"

He Chi was further undermining the other party's self-confidence.

Nukamolenko looked at the other person with a pale face and his breathing became rapid.

He was a child from a peasant family. The proudest thing in his life was that he went to university in Germany and received higher education. Not only did he have rich experience, he also mastered four foreign languages.

He looked down on the common soldiers, considering himself to be of another class, who would sooner or later become a leader like Stepan Bandera.

But today his self-confidence was completely shattered.

It turns out that in front of a true genius, his so-called efforts are so insignificant. What's ridiculous is that he still has the delusion of becoming a superior person.

After a full ten minutes of silence, Nukamolenko spoke.
"I don't know. The notice given to me was in secret. It only said to report to the 2th Infantry Division of the 17nd Armored Group of the German Army. Someone will arrange the specific work there."

After that, Nukamolenko seemed to have suddenly given up. He said a lot, but his language was confusing and there was no clear logic. He even started to talk about things that happened a long time ago. He Chi did not urge him, but just listened quietly.

That night, Nukamolenko died. He Chi buried him at the back of the cave and collected his personal belongings.

"According to the letter, this guy should have reported to the German 17th Infantry Division yesterday. Now is the war stage, and he should not be suspected for one or two nights." He Chi said to the two girls.

"Are you trying to impersonate him and sneak into the German military camp?" Leah looked at the other party in surprise. This was too bold.

"If we stay here, we will be discovered sooner or later. Rather than being found, we might as well take the initiative and then find a chance to escape from the German soldiers." He Chi finally made a decision.

"But..." Leah said a little nervously, "Our numbers are different from theirs."

"It's okay." He Chi held up the letter and pointed at the line of words on it. "It only mentioned that Nukamolenko had an assistant named Fafna accompanying him. The Germans didn't know about the other entourage, so there shouldn't be any problem."

"But I still..."

"Don't ask buts. This isn't a choice. If you want to leave here safely, this should be the only option."

As soon as He Chi finished speaking, the sound of rumbling cannons was heard again outside, as if to support his words.

17th Infantry Division, Headquarters.

"Damn it! It's so hard to communicate with these pigs. God knows why they have so many dialects." The division commander Karl von Silke, who was sitting in the center of the room, complained helplessly to his adjutant.

The assistant explained, "Sir, Russia is a multi-ethnic country. After the establishment of the Soviet Union, the language became even more chaotic. Even Russian is not understood by everyone. Not to mention us, even their own officers cannot fully understand the conversations of the soldiers."

"Didn't they say the translator should have arrived yesterday? Why is it so late?"

"Sir, the other party went on his own. Maybe something delayed him."

"Go make a phone call and ask them to send another group of people if there's any problem."

The adjutant's hand had just touched the phone on the table when the guard at the door suddenly knocked on it. "Report, someone outside the barracks said that it was the translator who came to report!"

The adjutant took his hand off the phone again and said, "Have you checked the IDs of the people coming? If there's no problem, let them in."

A little later someone walked in, a typical Ukrainian face, but with the posture of a German soldier in his steps.

"Mr. Nukamolenko, you are a graduate of the Bavarian Military Academy and should know that we attach the utmost importance to punctuality. According to the plan, you should have arrived yesterday." Division Commander Silke said at his desk.

"Sir, we encountered some minor trouble on the road, but luckily we managed to resolve it." The person on the other end replied in German with a Ruhr accent.

"Very good, let me tell you about the situation here. We have more than 2000 prisoners here. Right now, due to the language barrier, the management is a mess. We need you to start working tomorrow!"

"Your assistant will be paid according to the standard for a second lieutenant, and you will be a lieutenant. My adjutant Luke will take you to a resting place, and you can go now." Silk said, and gestured to see the guests off.

"What should we call Mr. Nukamolenko's position from now on?" the adjutant asked with his head down.

"Hmm~" The teacher thought about it for a moment.

"Just call him Mr. Translator!"

(End of this chapter)