My own war game

Chapter 58 Bathing in Fire
"Don't move! Put down what you have in your hands! Otherwise I will shoot you now!" The second lieutenant holding a pistol shouted at He Chi, and the soldiers behind him also followed.

"It's you? We really are destined to meet. You won't have the chance to stab me again this time." He Chi turned around and found that the person in front of him was an old acquaintance of his.

Metzer did not reply, but slowly raised his right hand.

More than a dozen guns were pointed at the Oriental man in front, but no one dared to fire because the poison gas bomb behind him was filled with gasoline, and everyone present could smell the pungent smell.

Just a little spark and this place would turn into hell.

"Everyone, change to pistols!" Metzer gritted his teeth and ordered the people behind him.

"It's a smart idea. A pistol can keep the bullet inside the human body, reducing the possibility of ricocheting and producing sparks." He Chi said jokingly.

Then he raised his finger and waved it, "But let's not do it. After all, if I fall down, this thing will fall down. Throwing cigarette butts around is not a good habit for civilized people."

As He Chi spoke, he held the Black Cat cigarette between his lips, and the sparks flickered in the darkness.

"You won't survive if this place explodes. Come out on your own. We can give you the treatment of an officer and you can put forward any conditions you want." Metzer raised a pistol and tried to lure us.

"Oh? Can you make more conditions?" He Chi looked at his watch. There were about five minutes left until midnight.

"Tell me what you want. I'll try my best to satisfy you." Metzer lowered the gun and nodded slightly. He wanted to calm He Chi down.

"Okay, then the second room from the left in front contains prisoners of war, right? Bring them out." He Chi pointed at the row of rooms in front. In his previous 3D vision, he discovered that there were green symbols similar to friendly forces here. After thinking about it for a while, he guessed that they should be the prisoners of the Allied Powers.

Now that it has come to this, we might as well do something good to prevent these prisoners of war from being implicated.

The officers and soldiers were like seeing a ghost.

"How does he know the location of the prisoners of war?" someone whispered.

"It's like a ghost, worthy of being that person..." someone whispered.

"Impossible! I'm just a low-ranking officer and don't have such authority!" Metzer flatly refused.

"Really?" He Chi pretended to throw away the cigarette in his hand.

"Wait a minute!" the German shouted hurriedly, and then told the soldiers behind him to "bring out the prisoners!"

"Sir, but..."

"Can't you see he's serious? I'll take responsibility for what happens next!" Metzer ordered.

The soldiers ran over, and in less than a minute, several ragged prisoners were brought in. Most of them looked malnourished, and many were listless. But there was a tall and thin young man in his 20s with a mustache at the head who was completely different. He stood straight, and even when he was pushed, he responded fiercely to the German soldiers.

For some reason, He Chi felt that the other person looked familiar, but he just couldn't remember where.

At first, the prisoners were terrified, thinking that they were being pulled out in the middle of the night to be secretly executed.

But when they arrived, they saw an Oriental man, alone confronting a large number of Germans, and they were extremely surprised.

"Who has the highest military rank here?" He Chi asked loudly.

"It's me, sir, I'm lieutenant!" The young man stepped out and used honorifics out of admiration.

"Very good, take your men with you. There are weapons and trucks in the third warehouse on the right. Get in and go!" He Chi pointed to a large tent next to them.

"Don't push your luck!" Metzer took a step forward, but He Chi quickly raised the fire in his hand. As a last resort, the Germans watched as a dozen prisoners of war picked up their weapons and climbed onto a truck.

"Go! Don't look back!" He Chi shouted to them.

Looking at the oriental man who looked like a god descending from heaven, the young French officer saluted solemnly. "Sir, what is your name? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"He Chi, if you meet a reporter named Li Kristen on the road, please take care of them." He Chi returned a not-so-standard military salute with one hand.

The young officer put his hand on his chest and said, "I swear on my military honor that I will live up to your trust!"

"Okay, okay, let's go!" He Chi waved his hand, and only one third of the cigarette was left in his hand.

The truck roared out of the military camp. Fearing that He Chi would take risks, no German soldier dared to stop it.

Seeing that the other party had walked away, He Chi took a puff of his cigarette and turned to Metzer, "I have a question. I clearly shot you that day, why are you still alive?"

"My brow bone is quite special. The bullet blinded one of my eyes and then flew out." The German second lieutenant said expressionlessly, as if his eyes were an insignificant matter.

"Honestly, you look like someone I know." The Oriental man said in a teasing tone.

"Who?"

"Reinhardt"

"I've never heard of it. Is it famous? Do we have anything in common?"

"They are people from a novel. You are all lucky guys, just like Xiaoqiang. You will never die no matter what." He Chi shook his head and smiled.

"What do you mean?" Metzer felt that He Chi's tone was wrong.

"What I mean is that I don't know if you can be so lucky this time." He Chi suddenly raised the cigarette butt in his hand and let go.

"What! You! Stop it!" Metzer rushed forward to stop him, but the cigarette butt still fell to the ground in front of his eyes.

Fire shot into the sky!

"Oh my God! Run!" The remaining soldiers could no longer care and fled in all directions.

Metzer was stunned in the sea of ​​fire. He didn't understand why such a smart person would do such a thing to die together.

The fire enveloped him and the Oriental man at the same time. However, perhaps it was the high temperature that caused him to hallucinate. He actually found that the Oriental man's body began to melt in the fire, and finally became blurred like liquid.

The explosion was about to happen. Metzer looked around and finally gritted his teeth and dived into the reservoir next to him.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

A shocking explosion broke out in the German camp. Hundreds of gas cylinders and thousands of poison gas bombs exploded at the same time. The highly toxic mustard gas was oxidized and decomposed into harmless substances under the action of high temperature and completely disappeared.

At least 800 German soldiers were swept into the explosion, and a big hole was blown out in the entire camp. An organized German garrison force completely lost its combat capability.

On the truck that had already driven several kilometers, the rescued French prisoners of war stood up one after another, and some took off their hats to express their respect.

The coalition camp farther away had already reached a safe place. Christine, who was sitting on the ground wrapped in a blanket, saw the flames rising in the sky. For some reason, tears in her eyes could not stop flowing.

(End of this chapter)