My own war game

Chapter 194 The Bloody Past
The USS Arizona is a Pennsylvania-class battleship built by the United States and was once the absolute main force of the US Pacific Fleet.

However, during the Battle of Pearl Harbor, it became the main target of Japanese aircraft. It is said that it was hit by a total of four bombs, one of which was an 4-kilogram bomb that penetrated the front deck of the Arizona and detonated the black powder magazine of the seaplane catapult and the smokeless powder magazine of the main turret.

The violent explosion caused the huge battleship to disintegrate and sink directly, killing more than a thousand officers and soldiers, and more than half of them drowned inside the cabin.

In other words, the soldiers in the photo in the old man’s hand were almost all victims of that disaster.

"I'm sorry, sir, I really don't know..." Lisa stood up and apologized.

"It doesn't matter, it happened a long time ago..." The old man touched the photo in his hand and pressed another one against the wall.

In the center of the photo was a skinny man. Because he was too thin, his head looked extremely large and almost disproportionate to his body. Both layers of his ribs were clearly visible, and his stomach was completely deflated.

He was lying on a bed with dull eyes, seemingly unaware of what was happening around him.

"This photo was taken in the Philippines. Our people liberated a prisoner-of-war camp. There were Americans, British, Australians, and Chinese. Almost everyone in the camp looked like this. Only half of them survived."

The old man raised the third photo in his hand and pressed it again, but this time he didn't say anything.

Lisa took a look, and then her face suddenly changed. The girl covered her mouth and ran to the corner of the wall and started retching.

The photo shows an American pilot being executed by Japanese soldiers with a saber on the ground and then being torn apart by wolfhounds.

"Sorry, you shouldn't be allowed to see this." The old man thought for a moment and took the photo off the table. His mental state began to become depressed, and he continued speaking after a long time.

"That was my comrade in the same crew. The photo was taken by a local reporter at the time. I found out after the war that he just jumped out of the plane one step later than me..."

The atmosphere in the whole room became extremely depressing, making it difficult to breathe.

He Chi had to step forward to stop the old man's memories, "Sir, let's go out first."

When I walked out of the tent again, the sunlight shone on my body and the chill I had felt before gradually subsided. It seemed that the scene I had just seen was just something that happened in a nightmare.

Twenty minutes later, Sean's grandfather finally came out of that state. The old man apologized to the two people, "I'm really sorry. It's been so many years, but I still can't get over what happened back then. I'm really sorry that you had to have this experience."

In this mood, the subsequent visit was just hastily concluded. Both He Chi and Laura were in low spirits, so much so that Laura thought they were arguing in there.
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At night, He Chi was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about something, when there was a knock on the door.

The door opened and Lisa was standing outside in her pink pajamas, hugging her pillow.

"He, I can't sleep."

“Is it because of the daytime photos?”

The girl nodded.

"I can't sleep either. Come in and let's talk." He Chi opened the door and let the girl in.

Two wine glasses were brought out, and He Chi took out a half-drunk bottle of brandy from the cabinet.

"Take some, it will help you sleep."

The goblet was filled, and the girl picked it up and drank it all in one gulp as if to vent something. Because she drank too quickly, she kept coughing.

He Chi didn't say anything, just watched quietly. The word war was too far away from the girl in front of him. Even if she only touched a corner of it today, the impact was still great.

The girl didn't say anything, she just poured herself another full glass and drank it down in one gulp. "He, you know? You've changed a lot in this year." Lisa finally spoke under the influence of alcohol.

"Me? I don't feel anything?"

"Do you remember? You hardly drank when we first met." Lisa shook the bottle of wine beside her and pointed to the half-empty bottles in the cabinet.

He Chi thought about it and realized that it was true. He had only drunk a little symbolically at parties before, and almost never took the initiative to look for alcohol.

The change seemed to have started from the first battle in the Rose Hill dungeon. At that time, he was under tremendous pressure and drank a lot of whiskey at the instigation of Lieutenant Jason. Then he seemed to have fallen in love with this method of relaxation. Every time he came back from the dungeon, he would almost use drinking to relax his mind.

Although he was not yet an alcoholic, his drinking was indeed increasing.

"Have I changed in any other way?" He Chi tried to bring up the girl's topic.

Lisa took another sip and thought for a moment. "I can't explain it clearly, but when the police chief was talking to you that day, you looked angry, as if you were ready to kill him at any time."

"Also, when you saw those photos today, your eyes were different. I, I was a little scared."

He Chi also drank a cup himself. "Sorry, I am Chinese, and I feel differently when I see these things than other people."

The girl's face flushed due to her tipsy state. She shrank her body and leaned into He Chi's arms.

The two of them drank one glass of wine after another. After finishing one bottle, they opened another one.

Before she lost consciousness, the girl murmured
"I have never been so close to you, yet so far away from you..."

He Chi probably said something, but he couldn't remember it anymore. The glass fell on the table, and he fell asleep with Lisa in his arms.
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"Hey, man! Wake up!"

"Dude! Wake up! You overslept."

Someone was shaking He Chi's body and slapping his cheeks.

"Please, I'll sleep a little longer. I don't want to drive today. Let Lola go to school by herself." He Chi responded in a daze.

"Well, I guess I can only say sorry."

Bang! A glass of cold water splashed on He Chi's face, instantly waking him up.

What caught the eye was a cracked wooden table, empty wine bottles lying here and there, and a retro American military jeep outside the door.

Hmm~ Am I still at the exhibition?
No, this is not home!

He Chi jumped up and found himself in a tropical bar. A bartender holding a pitcher of water was looking at him with some concern.

A replica? Tropical? American or somewhere else?
"What's the time today, mate?" He Chi asked, grabbing the bartender's shoulder.

"December 1941, 12, Sunday, sir. Although it is a day of rest, the time for you to return to the camp has exceeded the deadline." The other party replied in English.

The system's voice just happened to cut in at this time, "Player enters the dungeon, please listen to the briefing, mission name"

“Tora-Tora-Tora!!!”

(End of this chapter)