My own war game

Chapter 82 Chaotic Beach

May 5, Dunkirk Port.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Most of the outer defense areas fell, and the defenders began to blow up nearby bridges and destroy roads as a last resort to block the German army's advance.

Huge fires were burning along the coast as Allied soldiers burned cars and heavy equipment they could not take away.

Although no orders had been received yet, all participants in the generator project felt that the operation was coming to an end, and perhaps the next ship would be the last.

Because the German army was too close, the entire coastal area was within the bombardment range, and there was no safe place in Dunkirk.

Not only that, under the German artillery fire, many parts of the beach area were destroyed, the soldiers were separated into pieces, and no one could tell their positions in the dark.

There were lights rising. They were torches lit by the soldiers. They hoped that their own ships would only be able to spot them by the light of the torches.

But it wasn't just their own people who discovered them.

hold head high! ! ! ! !
A high-pitched voice rang out in the sky, and rows of butterfly bombs fell from the sky, targeting the moving torches on the beach.

Under the strict order of the mustache, the German Air Force has begun 24-hour non-stop bombing. Even at night, the soldiers can hear its unique "death scream"

Boom boom boom! ! ! !

Explosions were heard, and soldiers on the beach were killed or wounded. The torch went out, but someone soon lit it again.

Even at the risk of being bombed, the soldiers had to make themselves visible to the approaching boats.

There were lights flickering on the sea, and a ship pierced through the darkness and rushed near the shallows.

"Little Vagrant! We are lucky! We are saved!" The people on the shore cheered. In the past few days, the Little Vagrant has become famous in this area. Now even ordinary soldiers know that there is such a ship. As long as they board it, they can return home safely.

The boat was lowered, and He Chi led the sailors to row towards the beach. In less than 5 minutes, the boat was filled with anxious Allied soldiers.

Just as we were about to start the boat, a black shadow came running over using both hands and feet.

"Let me in! Let me in! I have family in Manchester! Please! Let me in!" A soldier grabbed the board of the boat and tried hard to climb up, but there was no room for anyone on it.

Looking at this scene, He Chi fell silent. If it was three days ago, or even yesterday, he would have pulled out his submachine gun without hesitation to force the other party to retreat.

But now he hesitated, because even he himself was not sure whether he could come back, and for this soldier, this might be the last chance.

He Chi pulled out the pistol from his holster and pointed it at the soldier, trying to threaten him to leave, but the muzzle of the gun was shaking slightly.

Opposite the pistol is a photo held high.

In the photo, the young wife is sitting quietly on a bench holding her baby, with a faint smile on her lips, as if the person opposite the camera is her husband who is away on a journey.

He just wanted to get home alive.

boom!
A bullet shot into the sky. He Chi lowered his head and whispered in the soldier's ear, "Hold on to the side of the boat! Don't let go!"

This was the best solution he could come up with.

In this way, the boat was full of people, and the soldier held the board and paddled in the water, swimming towards the Little Traveler with everyone else.

The sea water in May was still very cold. When the night wind blew, the soldier began to shiver soon. The splashing water choked his mouth several times, making him cough uncontrollably, but he still held on to the side of the boat tightly and did not dare to let go.

Boom!Boom!
The shells came again, hitting the water all around. He Chi and the soldiers on the boat all hugged their heads and lowered their bodies. The shells hitting the water were not dangerous as long as they did not fall close to them.

"Okay, keep rowing, we're just ahead..."

He Chi raised his head and was stunned.

A sharp reef fragment pierced the soldier's neck, and his face turned pale. Hechi leaned over to grab the other's hand and found that the soldier's throat was slit, his trachea was cut, and blood was constantly flowing out.

There's no hope. This was almost his first reaction.

At this time he noticed something wrong with the soldiers. He had seen many wounded soldiers with injured trachea, and he had cut them more than ten times himself. Everyone's first reaction was to cover their necks with both hands, hoping to stop the gas from flowing out and free themselves from suffocation.

Of course this is useless. It is a subconscious natural reaction of the human will to survive.

But the soldier on the opposite side didn't do that. He still held on to the side of the boat tightly with his hands, and was unwilling to let go even though he couldn't breathe.

Huh~Hhu~Hhu~The soldier tried hard to breathe in air, but he was unable to do so no matter what.

“Please, please… please, please…” The soldier stretched out his hand, and He Chi held it tightly, and found that the other party stuffed the photo into his hand.

Looking at the soldier's expectant eyes, He Chi understood what he meant. He turned the photo over and saw the words "My favorite Amy and Luna" written on it.

"I will find them and try my best to help them." Hechi assured the soldiers.

A look of relief appeared on the soldier's face. He then looked back at the sky with longing, loosened his hands, and finally slowly sank into the sea.

At this time, the boat was only twenty meters away from the Little Traveler.

"A soldier died in front of the player, deduction..." a cold voice sounded.

"System, shut up!" the Oriental man shouted in a low voice in Chinese.

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After the boat returned to the Little Traveler, He Chi prepared to return to the beach without saying a word.

A hand suddenly pulled him.

"He, don't go!" The boatswain unexpectedly stood up. This was the first time he took the initiative to talk to He Chi after being beaten up by him.

He Chi turned around without saying anything, with a very unhappy expression on his face.

"Look at the waterline below." The boatswain knocked on the hull with his hand, and sure enough, the water level was very shallow, just above the white line on the side of the ship.

"The tide is about to go out. If it's any later we'll all be trapped here."

"How much time is left?"

"Half an hour at most."

"I will be back in half an hour!" After saying this, He Chi got on the boat again.

When they came to the beach again, the soldiers were in chaos. He Chi found that he had rowed into a dead corner behind a reef. Except for a few people nearby, the soldiers in the distance were blocked by artillery fire and could not reach this place.

For the first time, his ship was not fully staffed.

There are only two spots left, and there are only three minutes left in the set time. He will have to leave by then no matter what.

In the last 30 seconds, He Chi shook his head, picked up the oars and prepared to return.

Ding-ling, ding-ling~~~The crisp sound of a car bell came, and He Chi almost thought he was hallucinating.

Following the sound, I saw two figures on bicycles approaching here quickly on the distant ridge.

Maybe it was because of the bad lighting, but he actually saw that the guy leading the group seemed to be a major general.

　I just managed to write one chapter, I'm a part-time writer, please understand. Thanks for your support!
　　
　
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