My own war game

Chapter 43: The Saints Forced Out
[Hold Rose Manor before July 7 to prevent the German army from completely occupying it.

The main mission has the highest priority. Once the main mission fails, all subsidiary rewards will be cancelled. 】

As soon as He Chi woke up, he found himself in a very passive state.

He only has less than 24 hours left to live in the real world, and he only has a dozen copper coins. If he fails in this copy and fails to earn time coins, he will face time reset to zero when he returns to the real world - that is, death.

In other words, he can only succeed in this copy and cannot fail, because failure means death.

"It seems that I made the wrong choice before. If I don't treat that guy, at least there is still room for maneuver." He Chi patted his forehead with some regret.

There was no room for maneuver and he was now in check on the chessboard.

"He, He, what's wrong with you?! Say something! Tell them you're not hurt and can go with them." Christine urged. The lieutenant colonel frowned when he saw the anxious expression on his fiancée's face.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something." He Chi had adjusted himself from his previous thoughts. After apologizing to Christine, he turned around and faced the handsome fiancé of the golden cat. "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I am not injured."

"We need to check to know." When the lieutenant colonel heard this, he thought the other party was hiding his injury because he was afraid of death, and the protective look in his fiancée's eyes also made him very unhappy.

"No, no need to check, I'll stay voluntarily." He Chi raised a hand and stood next to the seriously injured man.

"This is not something you can decide... What did you say?!" The lieutenant colonel turned his head and stared at He Chi as if he were a monster. He almost thought he had heard it wrong. He didn't understand why this Chinese man would make such a choice that was almost suicidal.

He had been by the Marshal's side for some time, and usually even the generals at the Army Headquarters were polite to him, but he knew that it was not out of respect for him, but because of the Marshal behind him, and he was like a fox walking beside a tiger.

And this time, when he led the team, he found for the first time the pleasure of holding power alone. Just like now, everyone was eager to be chosen by him to embark on the road to life, and everyone was afraid of being left behind by him and becoming a tragic victim.

The power to manipulate life is sweeter than wine and intoxicating.

But the Oriental man in front of him destroyed his slightly intoxicated pleasure brought by power.

"Sergeant, do you know what you are saying?" The lieutenant colonel stood up and stared into the Oriental man's eyes, trying to see any timidity or insincerity in them.

But he failed, and the Oriental was calm and composed.

"Of course I know. I will stay here with the wounded." He Chi pointed to his chest and then pointed to the unconscious wounded on the ground.

"He, why? You obviously can!" Christine ran over and impulsively grabbed He Chi's sleeve.

"If I had a choice, I would also like to leave, but I don't! I will be dead if I fail to complete this mission." This was the true voice in He Chi's heart, but on the surface he just shook his head slightly with a solemn look on his face.

"I've been here for so long, and I've treated more than a dozen people. I've taken care of every seriously injured person here. They still have hope, and I really can't abandon them."

...............

Silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. He Chi's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in everyone's heart.

The tall nurse Margaret covered her mouth with her hands, trying to control her emotions, while the younger Camille's eyes suddenly turned red, and Christine's eyes were filled with surprise, admiration and shame.

Having said that, he might as well go all the way. He Chi walked over to a wounded man, held his hand, put his left hand on his chest, knelt on one knee, and whispered something in French:

"I am determined to do my utmost to eliminate human suffering, to help perfect health, to maintain the sanctity and honor of medical skills, to save the dying and the wounded, to endure hardships, to pursue persistently, to fight for the relief of human suffering for my entire life, and I will never give up on any patient!" (Excerpt from the Medical Student Oath, slightly modified)
Christine's mouth was slightly open, but not a single word came out of her mouth.

Tears rolled down the eyes of a seriously injured soldier. He couldn't speak, but he could hear what He Chi said.

"Can we still be considered warriors? Compared to us, he is simply a saint." Lieutenant Jason, who had not had a good relationship with He Chi before, punched the table and broke his hand.

Yes, He Chi is now like a saint in everyone's eyes.

"Well, now that the volunteers have been confirmed, the rest of you should get on the bus and leave immediately. Hurry up!" The lieutenant colonel urged, unwilling to look at the Oriental man again, as if there was a glaring sun there that would expose the darkness in his heart.

"No need! I'll stay too!" A rough female voice sounded, and Nurse Margaret stood up.

"I'll stay. With my size I should be able to make room for two people." The tall nurse stood next to He Chi.

"I...I...I'll stay too...I also have patients to protect." Camille raised her hands tremblingly. Her legs were still shaking, but an inexplicable courage supported her to stand next to He Chi.

"Ho, warrior! Groot, stay!" The black giant stood up and spoke in unfluent French.

"Damn it! If I leave today, I won't be able to sleep well for the rest of my life. I'm staying!" Lieutenant Jason stepped out of the line.

Then two more soldiers stood up emotionally, and all the positions for the wounded were vacated.

In the end, all the wounded were carried onto the armored vehicles, and Christine finally sat on one, looking back every three steps.

The armored vehicle emitted rumbling black smoke and quickly fled the villa. The soldiers on the vehicle no longer had the arrogance they had when they came. They didn't even dare to look back at the villa, because everyone present had been hit by a club, not in the body, but in the faith.

In the car, Christine hugged her suitcase tightly, leaning against the side of the armored vehicle with a pale face. The wind blew her hair wildly, and the blonde Persian cat ignored her.

His fiancé Phillips came over and said, "I know what you are thinking. I admire him, but everyone has different responsibilities. You have more important things to do in the future. Only in this way can you be worthy of his sacrifice."

The girl seemed unaware and opened her sketchbook, which contained the conversation between He Chi and her during the interview.

The armored vehicle passed a turn and began to slow down.

The blonde girl seemed to have suddenly made up her mind. She jumped down with the box in her arms and rolled into the woods nearby in an instant.

Lieutenant Colonel Phillips was horrified and reached out to pull his fiancée, but only tore a page of manuscript from her hand.

Here is what Christine herself said:

If justice is sacrificed for victory, then what is the meaning of such a victory?

(End of this chapter)