My own war game

Chapter 4 Harvest
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The power of the grenade explosion lifted up the broken earth in the tunnel, and the soil mixed with fragments attacked the two people. Tinnitus and whistling sounds played a symphony in He Chi's ears.

Poof! He Chi's thigh seemed to be bitten by an insect, and then a hot burning sensation came from the bottom of his body.

The air wave pushed him towards the wall, and the huge thrust caused his head to hit the rock wall of the tunnel heavily.

In his hazy vision, he saw two soldiers in French uniforms approaching.

He Chi forgot that he was now entering the French position wearing a German helmet.

"Fuck!" This was the last sentence He Chi said before he lost consciousness.

The sound in his ears became clearer and clearer. He Chi tried hard to open his eyes and found himself lying on a hospital bed. There were red cross symbols all around him. In the distance, on a hemp rope pulled up in the air, there were strips of bandages hanging to dry.

This appears to be a field hospital.

He Chi tried to sit up by himself, but a feeling of dizziness made him fall back onto the bed.

"You're awake, lucky guy." A somewhat rough voice came from behind.

He Chi looked back and saw a middle-aged man in a blue woolen coat standing behind him. He was very fat and the buttons on his abdomen were tied tightly.

Although I don't know the other party's military rank, judging from the attitude of the person next to him, he should be a senior official in this place.

"Let me introduce myself, Pierre Dupont. You can call me Pierre. I'm the supreme commander here. I heard that you know French, right?" The other party pulled a chair and sat aside.

"Yes, sir, I understand a little bit." He Chi nodded and answered in French.

"Very good, Henry told me about your performance on the battlefield before, and I believe you are a smart man." The other party took out a pipe from his pocket, stuffed it with tobacco, took out a match and lit the pipe.

Then Pierre took out something and placed it in front of He Chi. "Is this yours?"

He Chi looked and saw that the other party was holding his labor certificate, so he nodded and said, "Yes, sir, this is mine."

"Well, very good." Pierre picked up the labor certificate and held up his pipe to it. The sparks inside quickly ignited the certificate, and it was burning in a short while.

The small flame quickly expanded, and within about a minute the entire document was burned cleanly.

He Chi frowned as he looked at the ashes on the ground. "Sir, what does this mean?"

"From now on, you are no longer a laborer from China, but a glorious soldier of the French Foreign Legion." Pierre kicked away the ashes on the ground and handed over an application form, which read "Application for Voluntary Enlistment in the Foreign Legion"

"Sir, I don't understand..."

"Well, to make a long story short, we suffered some losses at the hands of the Germans in the previous battle. The regiment where you were located was completely wiped out, and you and Henry were the only ones who survived and escaped." The fat commander put his pipe in his mouth and crossed his hands.

He Chi nodded, his expression thoughtful. Pierre looked at He Chi's expression and nodded with satisfaction. "Very good, like I said before, you are a smart person, I can make my words clearer."

"Three days ago, our British ally sent a reporter to conduct a battlefield interview. When you escaped back, it was dark and no one could see your face clearly. We reported that two brave French soldiers successfully returned to the camp after killing a platoon of German soldiers. This news has been published in the newspapers. Do you understand what I mean?"

Pierre handed over a copy of the Times. In the middle of the third page it said: "Germans are having difficulty advancing along the Somme. Two French soldiers killed dozens of enemies."

"If it were known that the heroic French soldier in the reports was actually just a civilian, the reputation of the War Department would become as worthless as that of a gypsy whore in the alleys of the Seine."

Pierre said, pushing the application form forward.

"It would be different if this person was a fighter who yearned for French culture and voluntarily joined the Foreign Legion to fight for freedom. This kind of bravery that transcends race can be called romantic. There will be countless girls in Paris who will be fascinated by you."

It is obvious that Commander Pierre is painting a rosy picture for himself. His tone is exactly the same as those executives in China who shout "I'll give you a raise at the end of the year." However, this does not affect He Chi's assessment of the situation.

He Chi nodded. "I understand what you mean, but I still want to ask, do I have a choice?"

"Of course, of course!" Pierre smiled and patted his shoulder.

"France is a free country, and you have the right to make your choice without interference. But if you insist on doing this, I have to express a certain degree of regret." At this point, the fat man patted the pistol on his waist intentionally or unintentionally.

Was it a blatant threat? He Chi pondered for a moment, feeling that he would not suffer any loss, then took the form, glanced at it and signed his name on it.

The fat commander showed a satisfied expression on his face. "Well, welcome to join the Foreign Legion and fight for France. The quartermaster will give you a set of suitable equipment in a while."

Pierre stood up happily, and then turned around as if he suddenly remembered something. "By the way, you just came down from the battlefield and need to rest well, so please don't walk around. The activity area is limited to this field hospital."

"Don't worry, I've already talked to the person in charge here, there won't be any trouble. Also, this is the bonus you deserve for the last battle. Believe me, you will feel great when you see that number."

Pierre dropped an envelope and left, laughing.

He Chi opened the envelope and found two things inside. The first was a Foreign Legion collar badge with the rank of sergeant, and the second was 5 francs, which was a lot of money. (At that time, French workers earned 100-200 francs a month)

In order to cover up the failure at the front, this French bureaucrat tried both to pull and hit himself, raised the stick high enough and gave him sweet dates enough. Regardless of whether the military rank of sergeant was empty, at least these francs were real hard currency in that era.

But what do you want the money for?
This money cannot be taken out of the copy.

Just as He Chi was thinking this, the envelope in his hand changed. Right before his eyes, the 5000 francs slowly turned into five shining silver coins and fell into his palm.

At the same time, he heard the cold voice of the system: "The player successfully survived in the dungeon for 72 hours, met the clearance conditions, and earned 5 silver coins, which is greater than the guaranteed amount. The first stage of the dungeon is over. The next time you enter the dungeon will be one week later. Settlement and teleportation will begin!"

Then the scenery around him began to change.

(End of this chapter)