My own war game

Chapter 360: The Graveyard of Imperial Chariots

Central Germany, American occupation zone, Bavaria.

"Okay, no problem, you can pass." The American second lieutenant on duty at the checkpoint raised his hand, the roadblock on the side was removed, and a stack of banknotes was skillfully put into his shirt pocket.

"I never thought that we would get in this way." He Chi, who had slightly changed his appearance, was repeatedly checking the documents in his hand.

"This is normal," said Christine, who was driving the jeep in front, pulling up her sunglasses.

"Germany is now a large trading ground. Everyone is looking for what they need. Britain and the United States are taking away scientists and technological achievements, big financial groups are looting patents and equipment, and private tycoons are also trying to get a piece of the pie."

"Smuggling, gray trade, and reselling of local assets happen every day. How could it be so easy without the cooperation of these local troops?"

Bang! The tire hit something and the whole car shook.

He Chi pushed himself back into the passenger seat and continued to ask, "What is our identity this time?"

"Here, for you~" Christine took out a document and threw it to her boyfriend.

"The Mithril Multinational Scrap Recycling Company? Is that even possible?" He Chi looked through the things in his hand. He never thought that he could sneak into Germany under the guise of collecting scrap.

"Do you know how many scrap weapons Germany left behind after the war?"

The French girl asked herself and answered, "There are more than three million unexploded bombs, two million rifles, 3 aircraft, 8000 artillery pieces, and more than tanks of various types..."

"There are about seven or eight large companies in Germany that are engaged in the so-called weapons destruction and recycling business. However, many of the items on the destruction list have turned up on the battlefields of conflicts in Africa and South America." Christine said with a sarcastic smile on her face.

At this point, He Chi's face showed a look of understanding. "In other words, in the eyes of those stationed troops, we are actually a group of transnational arms dealers?"

Christine nodded. "Yes, and it's the kind that can bring them a lot of money. Our previous informants have already fed the garrison, so..."

Bang!

The conversation between the two people was interrupted by a collision sound from under the jeep, and then the whole car began to shake.

"It's broken, it looks like there's something wrong, and the clutch doesn't seem to be returning to its original position." Christine turned her head and looked at her male companion with a pleading look.

The jeep stopped on a muddy road in the German countryside, and a group of people looked at each other.

"I told you not to let her touch the car..." someone whispered below.

Several people walked down, and an agent who knew mechanics looked at the chassis and stood up and said, "Looks like we need to find a place to stay for a while. This is not a malfunction that can be fixed immediately."

He Chi jumped over the dilapidated muddy road around him and walked up to a high hill. A wooden sign read, "Schwangau Town is 1.5 kilometers away."

"Guys, we're lucky. We have a place to rest our feet. Maybe there's a repair shop in town."

The jeep barely crawled another kilometer, and then several men pushed the car to the gate of a small town.

The town is not too big, with a population of less than a thousand. Several people came to the only restaurant in the town.

"Welcome, today's main course is mashed potatoes and stewed sauerkraut." The bartender skillfully entertained the guests at the front.

"Is there any wine?" He Chi asked in German.

"Sorry, the beer supply is limited to two glasses per person."

"Give me a drink and I'll ask you something." He Chi took out a mark and put it under the cup.

The two men whispered for a while in front, and soon the Oriental man came back with the packaged food.

"He pointed us to a place to repair the car, but everyone should be careful when they go there." He Chi, who was eating, said softly to everyone. "What's wrong? Is there anything special?" Christine asked after putting a spoonful of mashed potatoes into her mouth.

"It's hard to say, but the bartender across the street must have served in the army, and do you smell any special smell?"

"No? Could it be that the food has gone bad?" Jima picked up the tray in her hand and sniffed it.

"It's not food. Smell the air. Is there something wrong?" He Chi suggested.

Others looked up and sniffed, and indeed found a smell of waste oil floating in the air, which was completely different from the smell of livestock manure that could often be smelled on country streets.

Several professional agents became alert and hurried to the car repair place after eating. However, after taking a few steps, He Chi signaled everyone that they were being followed.

A few strangers disappeared around the corner of the street, and the people behind them hurriedly followed.

"Where are the people? Have we lost them?" "Impossible, they should be nearby!" Several young men aged 17 or 8 looked at each other as they looked at the empty street.

"Are you looking for someone?" A sudden German voice sounded behind them. Several young men turned around hurriedly, and at this time a black shadow fell from the sky.

Boom! Bang!
The conflict lasted only a brief moment, and the experienced former agents quickly controlled the situation. The three young men had their hands locked one by one, and their faces pressed against the wall.

Someone quickly searched them and found two wrenches and a screwdriver.

It's a bit strange; it doesn't seem like something a thief would carry.

"Why are you following us?" an agent asked in a deep voice.

"We didn't, we were just passing by!" The two people denied it flatly.

"We have no intention of looking through your luggage! Let us go!" one of the obviously single-minded guys shouted.

"Idiot!" "Idiot, you shouldn't have brought him here." The two companions were obviously speechless.

"Gentlemen, there may be some misunderstanding here. Can you let the children go first?" A voice came from behind. An old man with sparse hair was standing outside the alley.

An hour later, the car at the town entrance was towed into a manor, and He Chi and his group followed the old man in through the entrance.

The moment they stepped through the door, almost everyone's eyes widened.

This manor has no mules or horses, no crops, and no cash crops such as grapes. What meets the eye is a hill of abandoned chariots.

That's right, here are all German tanks from the Second World War, including Type 2 tanks, half-track armored vehicles, all-terrain transport vehicles, Owl command vehicles... a rough count shows that there are at least hundreds of them.

Armored vehicles were parked haphazardly on the muddy ground, their armor skirts rusted, and incomplete Iron Cross medals remained on the positions of the turrets and machine gun holes.

These abandoned German armored vehicles in front of us are like silent ghosts, lying quietly in the mud and gravel. The iron shells are cracked, and the originally strong armor has become fragile after countless impacts and corrosion. The exposed metal is rusty, like flowing blood.

If the Third Reich ever gave these steel beasts souls.

Now these things on the ground are like corpses without souls.

The wind blew, and the withered yellow grass leaves swayed in the wind beside the broken tracks. The mixed smell of rust and engine oil in the air gave people an extremely depressing feeling.

"Oh my god, it feels like a cemetery," Jima muttered to himself.

Hearing this, the old man in front slowly turned around and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Yes, this is a cemetery, a cemetery for German tanks."

(End of this chapter)