My own war game

Chapter 361 Chariot Soldiers and the Old Man
Crack~ A piece of wood was thrown into the fire, and the fire in the fireplace became more prosperous.

An old man, probably in his sixties, carried a kettle with a burnt bottom and poured a cup of coffee for each person.

"I'm sorry for the children's behavior. Please believe me, they have no ill intentions." The old man said, looking out the window.

"As you can see, this is the largest dumping ground for abandoned tanks in the central region. There were even more of them two years ago, but now many have been dismantled."

"How should I put it? These children have a special bond and are very resistant to outsiders taking them away. Although this is a good thing, Germany no longer needs them now."

The old man briefly explained and looked out the window.

"It will probably take half a day to repair the car, so you can look around as you please. Of course, these are the only things you can see here, so I hope you won't get bored."

He Chi drank the coffee in the cup, looked at the old man in front of him, and then looked at the scenery outside the window. "Sir, can the chariot here still be driven?"

"I don't know. When these tanks were moved here, many of them were still able to start, but after all, so many years have passed."

"So that's how it is. Don't you feel it's a pity?" He Chi asked meaningfully.

"The war is over. There is no meaning for them to exist. It doesn't matter whether it is a pity or not." The old man looked at the shadows cast by the chariots on the ground with a somewhat dejected expression.

"No, I'm not talking about these iron things, but you." He Chi walked towards the old man and motioned for him to have some more coffee.

"I don't understand what you mean." The old man's half-bald head calmly filled He Chi's cup.

"I mean, isn't it a pity that the famous father of blitzkrieg, one of the three great German Army heroes, and the Chief of the Army Staff of the Third Reich, has become the gatekeeper of such a place? Isn't it, Your Excellency Guderian?"

What? ! !
Him! Guderian?!
The people in the room were horrified, and some of them subconsciously reached for their guns, but pulled their hands back halfway.

The war is over, the German Third Reich has become a historical term, and the father of blitzkrieg, who once dominated Europe, has become an old man with only sparse white hair.

Guderian was now like the old chariots outside the window, no longer posing any threat.

"Don't be nervous, I didn't escape. I was released by the US military last year." Looking at the surprised people in front of him, Guderian slowly put away the teapot and returned to his seat.

Then the old man looked at the guest in front of him and asked, "Do you know me? Have we met before?"

"Sir, don't you remember?" He Chi picked up the cup on the table and said in German with a Kiev accent, "Occupying Moscow will destroy the Soviet people's will to resist and fundamentally solve the problem. We only need to eat up the remaining cities bite by bite."

"Moscow~Moscow~" Past memories began to awaken, and the guy in front of him began to overlap with another figure.

"Nukamolenko? Is that you? No, it would be more appropriate to call you Mr. 007." The old man recognized the man in front of him, and his cloudy eyes began to become sharp.

The two men stood face to face, and the people behind them watched the development of the situation in the house nervously.

Both sides are legends in the war, and it seems that they have had face-to-face confrontations. Everyone, including Christine, is looking forward to what kind of sparks the two will create next.

Finally, He Chi broke the silence first. "You don't seem to be worried that I will hurt you?"

"Do you have any need to hurt me?" Guderian shook his head slightly, sat aside and raised the cup in his hand.

"As a soldier, I have fulfilled my duties and I don't think I have caused any killings beyond my responsibility. Now I just want to stay here and finish my memoirs."

He Chi looked at the other party, thought about it and said, "What a good idea."

Then he raised his glass and clinked it with the other person's.

The past of Kiev seemed to disappear with the steam rising from the coffee.

Next, He Chi got a general understanding of the situation here. The tanks here previously belonged to the 4th SS Panzer Corps, which was the last unit commanded by Guderian at the end of 1944.

In 1948, after two trials, the United States released Guderian, who had no obvious bad record, so he returned to live in this small town. Because of his special personal charm, retired soldiers from the 4th Armored Army, the 3rd Skeleton Armored Division, and the Viking Division chose to settle near their former commander.

Those young men were the survivors of the German Youth Army before the fall of Berlin, and are now 17 or 8 years old.

"Sir, how do so many people live? I don't see any farm tools." He Chi looked around and asked.

"We mainly rely on repairing farm machinery and cars for people in nearby towns, and then when these armored vehicles are taken away, the sellers will leave some money." Guderian shook his head helplessly.

"Most of the people in this town are soldiers. Many of them have spent half their lives studying how to fight wars, and they simply cannot find a stable job in society." "I see," He Chi thought as he looked out the window at the scenery.

Suddenly there was a noisy sound outside.

At the gate of the manor, there were seven or eight farmers holding pitchforks and pulling the young men who had just been there. Scattered on the ground were some packaged bacon and sausages.

"We are from the next town, and these guys stole our things!" the man accused loudly.

"You did such a thing?!" For the first time, anger appeared on Guderian's face, who had been calm and peaceful.

Several young people lowered their heads and kept silent.

The old man sighed, took out some money from his pocket and gave it to the farmers as compensation, then apologized carefully, "It's my fault that I didn't manage them well. Please don't be angry. This is my compensation."

The farmers looked at the numbers on the banknotes, nodded to each other, and their expressions became better.

The leader took off his hat and bowed slightly. "Sir, you are a respectable man, don't blame us for this. The Soviets robbed us once, and the harvest in recent years has not been very good, so we don't have enough food..."

Guderian could only keep bowing and apologizing. The former father of blitzkrieg was like a parent whose child was caught making a mistake.

When the villagers left, the old man completely exploded.

"Assholes! You are complete assholes!"

"Stealing civilians' property?! Do you still have a sense of honor as a German soldier?"

"You are soldiers guarding the people, not thieves!"

A series of German words mixed with the slang of his hometown came to Guderian's face. He seemed to be venting his anger by constantly scolding the people in front of him.

But the next second, the young man's two discouraging words made the atmosphere on the scene drop to freezing point.

"A soldier? I'm not one anymore."

"Protecting the people? Have we ever done that?"

Guderian was speechless.

After a long silence, Guderian slowly turned around and faced He Chi, "Sorry, I guess we can't let you guys rest any longer in this situation. The car has been repaired, so please leave."

When leaving, everyone in the jeep was relatively silent. Although Guderian was their opponent a few years ago, after seeing what was happening before their eyes, everyone felt that he was a late star.

"This is probably the pain of the soldiers who lost their country. They have no ability to make a living and cannot protect their people. Even their past glory is buried in the ground." Someone said emotionally.

Half a day later, the jeep arrived at the border leading to the Soviet-occupied zone, and at the designated contact point, the group received a piece of intelligence urgently transmitted from France.

"This is impossible!" Jima yelled as he looked at what was written on the paper.

"Sending 2000 tons of food and fuel into West Berlin in front of the Soviets? Benjamin would be crazy to agree to such a mission."

Christine flicked the paper and said, "It seems that the guy in the White House has reached the end of his rope, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to take action against us."

"Settlement with cash US dollars or equivalent gold? It sounds tempting, but it seems we don't have any good solution." The girl looked at the numbers on the paper with some regret.

At this time, Jima also shook his head and echoed, "The Soviets will not let anyone easily enter the Berlin-controlled area. We can't do this."

However, He Chi's answer was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Reply to Benjamin. We can accept this mission. Let him negotiate the price with the Allied Forces."

"Promise them?" Jima's eyes widened. "2000 tons of stuff, if converted into more than a hundred trucks, let alone whether we can get in, where can we find so many drivers and vehicles?"

"Yes, haven't you all seen it? It was not long ago." He Chi looked in the direction he came from and smiled mysteriously.

(End of this chapter)