My own war game

Chapter 362 He's Speech
Several strangers came back and went to the same restaurant as before.

"Hello, sir, welcome back! But I'm sorry, the main course is still mashed potatoes and pickles." said the bartender standing behind the counter.

"I'm not here to eat, I need you to do me a favor." He Chi pushed a large bill to the other party.

"It's my pleasure. What's your request?" The bartender happily took the things on the table, and his facial expression became lively.

"I need a driver who can drive, can you help me find one?"

"It's easy. More than half of the people in this town can drive. How much do you need?" The bartender felt that the money was too easy to make.

"What if I want them all?"

The news that several outsiders were offering to hire a driver at a high price spread quickly, and a group of men in their thirties surrounded the town's small square in several layers.

These people are all retired armored soldiers, and quite a few of them have the main skill of driving tanks.

People were skeptical about the news of recruiting drivers, after all, driving is a very common skill in this town.

Boom!
A box filled with money was thrown roughly onto the wooden table. The combination lock opened, revealing green US dollar bills inside.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn together.

"Go to West Berlin! Two hundred dollars a trip! You can sign up when you come and pay half first!" He Chi changed his previous low-key attitude, standing on a high place with a loudspeaker and shouting loudly, like a real nouveau riche.

The men looked at each other, and finally someone couldn't resist the temptation of high rewards and was the first to stand up.

There were no inquiries or inspections. After a simple record, the former No. 4 tank driver received a deposit of one hundred US dollars.

it is true!
"I'll go! I can drive!"

"Count me in! I've been tinkering with steering wheels for almost twenty years!"

"Are there any spots left? Count me in, I have kids to raise at home!"

People gathered together and raised their hands high, hoping to win this hard-earned job opportunity.

"Wait a minute!" A loud shout rudely stopped everyone. Guderian, who heard the news, rushed to the scene.

"Mr. He, if we remember correctly, to go to West Berlin we have to pass through a Soviet-occupied area. Do you have a pass?" Guderian pointed out the crux of the problem immediately.

As a result, He Chi said bluntly, "I don't have any customs clearance procedures."

"No pass?" "Isn't that smuggling?!" "The garrison will shoot!!" The crowd below began to become chaotic.

Guderian asked angrily, "You want our people to participate in smuggling? But you only give each of them 200 yuan?!"

"Stop talking! Listen to me!" The Oriental man suddenly jumped to the highest point and looked down at the townspeople. Hundreds of eyes were also staring at him at the same time.

The Oriental man held a black object in his hand and said, "Everyone, this is a sprouted potato. It costs one hundred yuan. Would anyone like to have a bite?"

The people below looked at each other and fell silent.

"Yes, sprouted potatoes are poisonous, but these are the food that the citizens of West Berlin have been eating for the past few days."

A half-burned broken plank was lifted up, and the Oriental began to walk in front of the crowd. "This is a bed board of a citizen in Berlin, but because there is no fuel, it has to be chopped up and used as firewood!"

"It's not just one family, nor two families. There are millions of people in Berlin who are struggling with hunger and cold. In order to survive, mothers cut down the tulips they planted, and girls burn the love letters sent by boys to keep warm!"

"Smuggling?! Do you rely on a bunch of guys with broken spines?!" The Oriental man insulted the people below without any hesitation, so much so that Jima behind him clenched her hands nervously, fearing that the people below would rush up in anger. Fortunately, what the girl worried about did not happen.

"We are now delivering supplies to the Berlin area! The citizens there are already starving because of the Soviet blockade!"

"Food, medicine, fuel, the people there are in need of everything right now, and you are bargaining here!"

"Aren't you soldiers? Now is the time when the people need you!"

"Can money buy back the glory you lost?!"

With extremely inflammatory words and exaggerated body language, under the blessing of collective hypnosis, He Chi's state was like the soul of a dead little man. When the atmosphere reached its climax, he reached out and grabbed a handful of US dollars and threw them directly into the air.

Green banknotes fell like rain, but no one picked them up.

The whole place was silent. A middle-aged German man walked up, took out the hundred dollars from his pocket and placed it on the table. Then he stood silently behind the Oriental man.

One, two, three...

The crowd began to surge forward, and everyone was repeating the same action - putting money down and walking over.

"It seems that the German men are not all dead yet." He Chi nodded and turned around. "We will go to Klein Makhno in an hour. Anyone who needs to report to their families can go now."

"Wait a minute!" Guderian came up and asked He Chi, "Is the situation in Berlin really as urgent as you say?"

"You can read it yourself." He Chi handed over a German newspaper.

Guderian took the newspaper and quickly glanced through it, then turned around and said, "Come with me, I have something to ask you."

He Chi signaled Jima and the others to follow.

Several people returned to the manor, and the half-bald old man lit a candle and led them to the basement.

A key covered with copper rust was inserted into the keyhole, and the old wooden door creaked open. Suddenly, the view became clear, and what appeared in front of everyone was a bunker built of cement.

A sand table with ups and downs is located in the hall of the bunker, and the center is marked with Berlin.

"I want to hear your plan." Guderian stood upright in front of He Chi, as if he had become the invincible father of blitzkrieg again.

He Chi held a baton in his hand.

"This is Berlin, this is the Allied occupation zone. We got the expected supplies from Potsdam, and there are also some trucks waiting there."

"The Soviet troops blocking the road traffic are mainly concentrated on the railway line. I plan to divide the convoy into three groups and rush to Berlin at the same time."

"Potsdam is 27 kilometers from Berlin, Kleinmakhno is 19 kilometers, and Oranienburg is 31 kilometers away. These three places will be the most suitable starting points."

"We will cover the Allied logos on the vehicles, set out as a third-party civilian organization, and avoid taking the main roads. With such a short distance, I believe most of the vehicles will have reached the suburbs of Berlin before the Soviets react."

He Chi talked in front of the sand table, but Guderian's expression did not change.

The old man asked, “What should I do if I get stopped before entering the city?”

He Chi pointed his baton at a location on the outskirts of West Berlin. "I plan to let the drivers rush the checkpoint directly."

(End of this chapter)