My own war game

Chapter 2 The Value of Time

Which one is our own?

Logically speaking, he was a laborer of the Allied Powers and should be in the same group as the French.

But the two men on the ground were of similar build, their coats were covered in mud, and they were fighting each other in the tunnel like wild dogs, making it difficult to distinguish them by their clothes.

In He Chi's eyes, there is no obvious difference in appearance between Germans and French people.

Who should he help now?

"XXX! XXX!" Seeing He Chi coming over, the people below shouted loudly, saying words that were completely incomprehensible.

"Damn it! If only I could learn a few French sentences as an elective course." He Chi thought to himself.

"We have detected the player's need to learn French. He can reach the relevant level by paying time coins. Three copper coins for V1 entry, one silver coin (one hundred coppers) for V2 proficiency, one gold coin (one hundred silvers) for V3 master, and ten gold coins for V4 specialization. Do you want to pay?" The machine-synthesized voice that claimed to be the system rang in my ears.

"Time coins?" He Chi once again thought of the strange copper coins in his pocket.

"Learn French." He Chi tried to reply.

“Begin to instill information in French, players have limited funds, and default to paying entry levels.”

A strange feeling flowed through his body, and then the remaining three copper coins in his pocket disappeared at the same time.

Then He Chi began to understand some of the words shouted by the soldiers below.

"Help me, give me a hand...I%@!####"

The following words were spoken too quickly for He Chi to make out, but that was enough.

The one speaking below is French.

He Chi tightened the shovel in his hand, swallowed, and then swung it out with all his strength.

Whoosh! The shovel in his hand rushed towards the back of the German's head!
He Chi originally wanted to knock the other person out, but the German reacted and tried to turn around and dodge.

When the other person turned around, his neck came into close contact with the tip of the shovel swung by He Chi.

Squeak~, He Chi heard a sound like a balloon deflating. The other party covered his throat and fell to the ground with a thud, his life or death unknown.

"Hu~Ha~Hu~" The French soldier who survived the disaster gasped heavily and greedily inhaled the air filled with the smell of gunpowder. He stood up and faced He Chi one minute later.

"Thanks! Bro! I%@!####"

The French soldier spoke a long speech excitedly, but He Chi only understood the first two words and could not understand the rest at all.

But he didn't care about this now, because he felt that there was suddenly a round object in his pocket.

"Save one French soldier and you will be rewarded with one silver coin."

Any reward for saving this guy's life?
He Chi looked at the French soldiers who were still chattering and had some vague guesses in his mind.

He silently said to himself, "Learn French and reach a high level of proficiency."

"Begin to instill French information, level: proficient, deduct one silver coin from the player." An abrupt voice sounded in my ears.

Time seemed to pause in his ears, and the silver coin that just appeared in He Chi's pocket disappeared without a trace.

It was very strange that the originally chaotic words from the French people began to become clear and understandable.

"Brother! Thank you so much! I have a fiancée waiting for me in Paris. If it weren't for you, I would have gone to see God." The Frenchman excitedly shook He Chi's hand vigorously, expressing his gratitude incoherently.

He Chi, whose hand was grabbed and shaken by the French, seemed unaware, because his mind was working fast. He probably understood the function of the "coin" in his hand. As long as he paid a certain amount of this currency, he could master abilities that he had no idea of ​​before.

Before he could think about it, something unexpected happened!
At this time, a buzzing sound was heard in the sky, and an Albatross tri-wing fighter painted with the Iron Cross logo swooped towards this side, and it was getting closer and closer. He Chi could even see the reflection on the pilot's goggles.

The Frenchman threw He Chi to the ground!
Chug tug tug! ! ! !
The machine gun in front of the plane began to fire at the ground. He Chi was held down by the French, with his head buried in the soil of the trench like an ostrich. Bullets kept hitting the ground and the dust splashed up fell on him.

A minute later, he was pulled out from the ground covered in dirt.

"Looks like we're even. Henry, second lieutenant in the army, is retreating to the second line." The Frenchman pointed to himself.

"He Chi, a Chinese worker, doesn't know where to go for now." He Chi also responded in French.

The other party was stunned after hearing what he said. He didn't expect that the Oriental man on the other side could not only understand what he said, but also speak French very well. He could even hear a little bit of Lyon accent.

This did not fit his inherent impression that Chinese workers were dull, poor at communication and illiterate.

The lieutenant was slightly surprised and thought for a moment before saying to He Chi, "Then you can come with me. We have received the order to retreat. Our control area is not far ahead and it is very safe there."

As the French were about to leave.

"and many more!"

He Chi called out to the other person, and the Frenchman stopped in confusion.

He Chi then pointed to the other side of the trench, where the German soldier was lying on the ground with blood all over his face. His face was pale and it seemed that he might die at any time.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Henry kicked the German on the ground to make him turn over, pried open his fingers and roughly pulled out the rifle from his hand and threw it to He Chi. "Here, we are short of manpower now. Take this and I will teach you how to use it later."

"That's not what I meant. He is still..." He Chi wanted to say that he was still alive, but he stopped talking halfway because he heard a voice in his ear, "Player completes achievement: first kill! Reward: two silver coins."

Two more silver coins appeared in He Chi's pocket out of thin air again. At the same time, the German's chest stopped heaving, his head tilted to one side, and the blood that flowed out dyed the surrounding sand red.

He Chi leaned over and touched the other person's neck artery, then tried his breathing, then stood up silently.

The German died, died by his hands.

He killed someone
Just now, I used the shovel in my hand on the battlefield.

He made money, two silver coins.

Human life has a price here.

A gust of wind carrying the smell of gunpowder and blood blew past, and He Chi felt a little cold.

Seeing the person lying on the ground covered in blood, he felt a chill in his heart. The guy next to him called him a player, but was this really a game?
When he touched the German just now, he could even feel that the blood was still warm.

Under Henry's somewhat puzzled gaze, the Oriental man silently took the rifle and took out a row of bullets from the corpse. Before leaving, he casually pulled a tattered blanket over the dead German, giving the deceased the last bit of dignity.

"Hey, man, I advise you not to be too nice to the Germans in normal times. They will treat you as a spy." Seeing He Chi's actions, Henry said half-jokingly.

He Chi nodded. He was not a person who would get sad over the passing of time. Although he hated killing, if they had to fight face to face, he hoped that he would be the one who survived.

In this way, he followed Lieutenant Henry into the tunnel, but after a few dozen meters, the body lying dead on the ground disappeared from sight, leaving only the tinkling sound of two coins colliding echoing in his ears.

(End of this chapter)