My own war game

Chapter 136 The big shot is coming
In the makeshift prisoner camp, at least a thousand captured Soviet soldiers sat in the middle of the square. There were German patrolling soldiers on the surrounding watchtowers. There were two loaded general-purpose machine guns in each of the four corners aimed at the center.

"As you can see, there are 1,200 people here. We simply don't have enough rooms to detain them. If we use tents, their view will be blocked. We can only let them sit here." The adjutant took Nukamolenko (He Chi) to observe the camp outside the barbed wire.

"We have limited Russian-speaking talents, and many people here can't even understand Russian. We have troubles almost every day. Yesterday, two people were shot dead because they ran around without understanding the commands, and the camp was almost blown up." The adjutant pointed to the group of prisoners in the center of the circle.

Suddenly, the group of prisoners became noisy, and one corner of the crowd began to become chaotic. More than a dozen prisoners were arguing loudly, and a conflict was about to break out soon!
"Separate! Separate! Otherwise we will shoot!" The guard in charge shouted in his unfluent Russian on the wall, but the attackers turned a deaf ear.

The other guards had already raised their guns and were waiting for orders, but they did not dare to give the order to open fire easily, because the prisoners might easily think that they were going to be massacred and cause the camp to explode.

The situation became increasingly chaotic, and just when the adjutant had to give the order to shoot, someone next to him spoke.

"Please wait a moment!" He Chi pulled open the wire mesh, walked over, and listened carefully to the verbal abuse from both sides.

"Immediately separate the 300 people on the far left of the camp from the other prisoners and put them in solitary confinement!" the newly appointed translator suggested to the adjutant beside him.

"why?"

"Just do as I say and suppress the situation. I'll explain it later."

The ferocious German guards rushed into the crowd with weapons in hand, separating the prisoners with bayonets and rifle butts. When the outermost 300 people were taken away, the chaos was immediately suppressed.

"Amazing!" Adjutant Luke glanced at the people around him and asked in surprise, "How did you do that?"

"It's actually very simple. Those 300 people are from the Transcaucasian Battalion. Most of them do not believe in the Orthodox Church and do not drink alcohol. Their habits are incompatible with other soldiers. Just now, someone muttered that he wanted to drink a glass before dying, which made them unhappy and started fighting."

"I see." Luke nodded with satisfaction. "It seems that choosing to let you come here is the right decision."

"I just know some customs of the locals, which are not worth mentioning." He Chi expressed his humility at the right time.

"Do you have any suggestions on how to manage these prisoners?" Luke began to consult the translator he had just met for one day.

"Have you tried to manage prisoners with prisoners?" He Chi asked.

"We have tried, but the people we picked could not convince the public, and appointing the original officers would risk them colluding privately."

"Well..." He Chi pondered for a moment, "Pick out all the prisoners whose hometown is in Georgia and let them manage the other prisoners."

"What's the point of this?"

"Allow me to keep it secret for now. Please try it first. I'll tell you if it works." The translator on the other side said mysteriously.

Since there was no better way, he might as well give it a try. With this idea in mind, the adjutant arranged for people to identify the soldiers and picked out a few Georgians for pilot management. Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good.

"Can you tell me why now?" Luke stopped He Chi and asked the next day.

"It's actually very simple." He Chi paused. "Because Georgia is Stalin's hometown, Georgians serving in the Soviet army are more likely to be promoted than other soldiers. Even if they are not officers, they have more prestige among the soldiers than people from other places. Therefore, if these prisoners cooperate, it will be easy to manage."

"As expected of an outstanding graduate of the Bavarian Military Academy, you know so much about this kind of thing." The adjutant praised sincerely.

After several days of contact, the prisoners in the camp knew that a German running dog and a shameless traitor had come here, but the Germans discovered that the Ukrainian translator named Nukamolenko was capable of much more than that.

When manpower is tight, he can even work part-time as a military doctor. "It looks like a common gastrointestinal discomfort. You may have some ulcers in your stomach. Drink this and you will feel better." He Chi put away the stethoscope and handed a tube of medicine to the adjutant Luke, who had been suffering from stomach discomfort recently.

"Thank you so much!" Luke took the potion prepared by the other party and drank it all. After a while, the pain in his stomach was relieved. The German said with some surprise, "You know a lot. If it weren't for you, this old problem would have tormented me for a long time."

"It can only alleviate your symptoms. You'd better eat on time, the chance of getting sick will be much smaller." He Chi suggested.

"I'm afraid there's no chance. The Soviets are about to collapse. We'll be very busy recently. Do you know how many people we have surrounded this time? At least..." Luke stopped talking halfway when he suddenly realized his responsibilities and cut off the conversation.

He Chi didn't seem to care much, he just quietly put away the utensils on the table.

At this time, Leia and Tanya each walked in with a large bottle of medical alcohol. When they saw Luke, they just nodded slightly and went back to their own work.

"Your two assistants don't seem to be very talkative." Luke said on the side.

"You don't know, but actually they are not my assistants. We just have this kind of relationship." He Chi smiled and made a gesture with his hand representing the relationship between a man and a woman.

The adjutant picked up his military cap and opened the door. "I should leave now." Then he said in a teasing tone, "Please be careful at night. There are some things in the barracks that need your patience, otherwise the sentry may misunderstand if they hear strange noises."

"I'll pay attention." He Chi nodded in response.

When Luke left, He Chi took out a hand-drawn map from under the table, which marked the location of each sentry in the military camp and the time of changing shifts.

"Bad news, Kiev has been besieged, and the city will probably be captured in the next few days. We must take advantage of the last period of chaos during the siege to leave here." He Chi explained to the two girls.

"Is your stuff ready?"

The girls nodded and opened the door of a cabinet nearby. Inside were glass bottles wrapped in gauze and plugged in the mouths.

Boom! The door was suddenly pushed open, and Captain Luke, who had left, came back.

Leia quickly blocked the cabinet with her body, and the knife in He Chi's hand was already half out of the sheath.

"Hey man, great news! The commander is going to have an important meeting, and someone recommended you to be the interpreter!"

"Commander Silk wants me to go? I'll be ready right away." He Chi quietly put away the knife.

"It's not the commander, it's a bigger figure!" Luke waved his hands excitedly.

"It's His Excellency the Legion Commander!"

"Legion Commander?"

"Yes, Heinz Wilhelm Guderian, haven't you heard of him?"

　The title of the previous chapter is wrong, but it does not affect the reading.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)