My own war game

Chapter 292 Dawn in Paris

It's like a newborn baby in the arms of its mother, or like soaking in a bathtub of warm water.

Christine felt warm all over, she could sense the light, but she found that it was all white around her...

In the dim light, someone seemed to appear before my eyes, and my slow brain slowly distinguished the figure in front of me.

Elizabeth? Audrey Hepburn? Why is there that little English girl Gemma?
Due to some personal reasons, Christine didn't have a good relationship with them and couldn't think of any reason why these people appeared in front of her.

They seemed to be looking down at themselves, each with a blank expression on their face, and dropped a bouquet of white flowers after passing by.

Their personal belongings were placed on the dressing table next to them. Elizabeth picked up her coat, Hepburn put away her cosmetics, and Gemma took her gun.

Several girls were fighting over the sketch pen they had given to He Chi.

No...I gave it to He...

There was a suction force coming from below, and it seemed that I was about to move away from them and sink.

Am I going to die?
Please, I don't want to... I haven't...

Christine tried to struggle but to no avail.

A warm hand grabbed her and pulled her back to her feet.

"what!"

The girl cried out and sat up.

Waves of pain came from my side abdomen and consciousness began to return.

She saw a pair of gentle eyes.

"He, what's wrong with me?" Christine rubbed her head hard, trying to become more awake. The feeling on her waist clearly told her that she was injured.

"You were just shot. I gave you emergency treatment." He Chi said as he helped the female intelligence officer up.

Christine raised her hand and found traces of needle pricks on it. A little bit of blood was rubbed on her wrist, as if she was wearing a special watch.

"What is this?" the girl asked uncertainly.

"You just lost a lot of blood. I had to give you a temporary blood transfusion."

"Blood transfusion? But isn't the plasma already used up?"

He Chi raised his left hand and said, "Fortunately you told me that you have type A blood, otherwise I wouldn't dare to donate blood to you."

Why did he donate his blood to himself?
Christine held the Oriental man's hand, and sure enough, there were needle marks on it as well.

A warm current surged in her chest. The girl couldn't help but touch her chest with her hand to feel her beating heart. A blush slowly rose to her cheeks.

Then she suddenly remembered something important. "How's Benjamin? Where's the German?"

He Chi pointed at the French prodigal who was sleeping on the other side and said, "He's lucky. He's out of danger. As for the Germans, we killed five of them in total. I tied up the leader. Can you guess who he is?"

Christine looked at the German general lying on the ground and smiled charmingly, "How could I not know? The commander of the Paris defense, German Empire General Dietrich von Choltitz."

He Chi looked at the woman in his arms and asked, "Do you know what this means?"

"Well, it's time to ring the bell of victory."
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In the suburbs of Paris, the attack of the Free French 4th Armored Division was not going smoothly. Although the elite troops of the German Paris defenders had been transferred to the Ardennes region, the remaining troops still relied on the fortifications left behind to resist.

Because Choltitz issued the order to "hold the position and perform military duties" before leaving, most of the extremely obedient German troops did not choose to retreat, and the Allied offensive was proceeding slowly, one trench at a time and one bunker at a time.

A Sherman tank rushed to the position and used machine guns to mow down a large number of German troops. A young soldier who buried himself in the ground quietly took out his iron fist.

Boom! The armor-piercing warhead hit the fuel tank, and the gasoline-powered Sherman tank instantly turned into a large torch.

Before the soldiers could cheer, an A-20 ground attack aircraft swooped over and was shot in two by the roar of machine guns.

The same scene was played out in various places on the battlefield. Faced with the French army rushing into the trenches, some of the desperate German guards even detonated grenades in the trenches.

The smell of blood and gunpowder mixed together and irritated everyone's nerves.

Suddenly, a German voice came from a working loudspeaker on the battlefield.
"Soldiers, this is Dietrich von Choltitz, your supreme commander."

Everyone on the battlefield was so focused on the broadcast that even the sound of the machine guns seemed to be quieter.

"As soldiers, you have fulfilled your responsibilities. In the past battles, you have shown loyalty and bravery and are worthy of the honor of German soldiers."

"But now, we are facing an inevitable outcome. It will be meaningless to continue fighting. Every drop of blood shed will be a futile sacrifice, and this is not the destiny that soldiers deserve."

"Soldiers, it's over. You no longer need to sacrifice your lives in hopeless battles. Germany's future needs living soldiers, not meaningless heroes."

"Now, in the name of the supreme commander of the Paris defense, I order you to lay down your weapons, walk out of the trenches and surrender to the nearest Allied forces. At the same time, I also hope that the Allied forces will treat my soldiers well."

The German soldiers in the trenches looked at each other in bewilderment. Many of them had never seen the general in person and did not know whether the news was true or not. However, the troops with telephones soon received a message proving the authenticity of the news.

White flags began to rise on the positions, and German soldiers walked out of the trenches with their hands raised high.

Wow! Wow!
Rifles were discarded beside the trenches and the flags of the Third Reich were trampled under boots.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! !
Gunshots continued to ring out, which were the excited French soldiers firing into the air.

The long night passed and the sun rose.

Dang~dang~dang~
In downtown Paris, the bells of Notre Dame rang.

After a night of fierce fighting, citizens took to the streets...

German headquarters.

Christine, wearing a German military uniform, said to Choltitz, "No matter what your starting point is, General, you made a very wise choice."

"This is just a correct judgment based on the current situation. After all, neither the Paris defenders nor I personally have any other choice." There was no smile on Choltitz's face. He just glanced at the revolver still in the Oriental man's hand.

"I have done what you said. What are you going to do next?" Choltitz asked in a deep voice.

"We'll hand you over to the Allies, or more precisely, to the Free French." He Chi took back his revolver and asked the girl next to him, "What about you? What are your plans next?"

"Me?" The girl looked at the countless waving French flags outside and murmured to herself with some longing, "Maybe I should take a vacation."

Light shone through the treetops onto Christine's face. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but in the morning light of Paris, the fine lines at the corners of the girl's eyes began to disappear, and she looked like a young girl.

(End of this chapter)