My own war game

Chapter 11 See you again

"Achieve a new title, Disciple. Effect: As a disciple, the player will inherit the main skills of the associated person, and the skills will automatically be downgraded by one level. When the disciple's ability exceeds that of the associated person, the effect of this title will be cancelled."

An unclear voice sounded in his ears, and He Chi turned over in annoyance.

"What's going on? I'm still a patient and need to rest quietly." He muttered to himself and turned over again in a daze.

"He, don't sleep anymore, get up." Someone pushed He Chi with his hand and spoke in the gentlest tone possible.

"Who is it? Let's talk after you wake up." He Chi pushed the other person's hand away and continued to sleep.

"Get up, get up first"

"Leave me alone, let me sleep"

"Get up! Get up!" The voice in his ears became louder and louder, making He Chi's ears hurt.

He Chi was now completely awake. When he opened his eyes, he found that his vision was constantly changing and the clouds in the sky were constantly turning. It turned out that the people nearby saw that they could not wake He Chi up, so they simply used violence and grabbed his collar and shook him hard.

"OK! OK! Please stop shaking, I'm awake, I'm awake!"

Then the sky returned to normal, and he finally saw the person in front of him clearly. It was a hill.

A sturdy English woman in a field nurse's uniform stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"You...Margaret? Wait, am I...here?"

In He Chi's memory, this English lady who weighed over 190 pounds seemed to be the nurse who took care of him in the copy. Since he was here, then he...

He Chi suddenly stood up and looked around. All he saw were strips of washed white bandages fluttering in the wind. In the distance, a dozen nurses were weaving in and out of the crowd, taking care of various British and French wounded.

He touched his pocket with one hand and found two cold silver coins inside.

He returned to the Battle of the Somme.

"He, you have slept for 14 hours from last night. If your breathing and heartbeat were not normal, I would have thought you were dead." The sturdy Margaret said as she started to check if there was anything wrong with He Chi's body.

There is no similar phrase in this country for "sharp tongue but soft heart", but Ms. Margaret must be such a person.

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of Ms. Nightingale and other women more than a decade ago, the cause of battlefield nursing and wounded care made great progress during World War I. The biggest change was that professional nurses replaced church nuns and became the main force of battlefield rescue forces.

However, it is impossible to change the traditional mindset overnight. At this stage, most of the women who could join the army to participate in rescue work were the lowest-level workers, and their appearance was also different from the inherent impression of angels in white in later generations.

For example, the sturdy lady Margaret in front of us was actually a laundry worker in Birmingham before becoming a war nurse. Not only did she only receive three months of short-term training in nursing, she didn't even know many words.

But this did not prevent them from saving thousands of lives. Therefore, He Chi always respected Margaret.

"Ma'am, is there anything urgent?" He Chi organized his thoughts and began to understand the current situation.

"You have an acquaintance coming, and he's here with Mr. Pierre." Ms. Margaret pointed to several cars parked in the distance that looked out of place on the battlefield.

"Acquaintance? Mine?" He Chi couldn't think of any acquaintances he might have here.

A few minutes later, the answer was revealed. A young man wearing a suit and a ribbon on his chest stood in front of him.

"Second Lieutenant Henry! You're still alive?!" The other party turned out to be the French second lieutenant that He Chi met for the first time in the dungeon. He Chi had always thought that even if he was not dead, he would have to lie in bed for half a year. After all, when the two were carried away on stretchers, he saw a piece of grenade fragment stuck in Henry's neck.

"I'm lucky. The doctor said that the shrapnel bypassed all the main blood vessels and airways. I will be able to get out of bed and move around after half a month of rest." Henry tilted his head to show He Chi the bandage mark on his neck.

"Oh, by the way, I'm not a second lieutenant anymore." Henry said shyly.

It was only at this time that He Chi noticed that the rank on the Frenchman's shoulder had been changed to captain, and there were several shining medals hanging on his chest, and the most dazzling one was the Knight's Cross Service Medal.

"Hey, man, good job, congratulations!" He Chi smiled and patted Henry on the shoulder, but his words caused Henry to misunderstand.

"He, don't say that. I know that we were able to escape thanks to your good idea. I am also embarrassed now..." Looking at the collar badge representing the sergeant on He Chi's clothes, the French boy explained with some shame.

"Let me explain," the fat man Pierre interrupted.

This guy once again ignored the other wounded and lit his pipe. "The masters of the headquarters believe that we should create an example for our soldiers and junior officers to boost morale, and Henry, as an outstanding French youth, is very suitable for this task. He, do you understand what I mean?"

Are you telling me that war heroes must be white and that I, an Asian who used to work as a laborer, should not cause trouble? He Chi complained in his heart, but on the surface, there was no change.

Anyway, he didn't care about the so-called promotion at all, so he casually agreed, "Yes, sir, I also think Captain Henry is very suitable for this task."

"What did I say! What did I say! I said this young man from the East is a smart man." Pierre laughed and kept patting He Chi's shoulders with his fat hands, causing the ashes in the pipe to float on his clothes.

"Don't worry, we have already thought about it. In the next round of publicity, you will become a soldier and assistant beside the combat hero Henry. Later, reporters from Paris will arrange an exclusive interview for you. In everyone's eyes, the ignorant Orientals answered reporters' questions in both English and French, but they are still brave warriors. He, you will become famous!"

This fat man on the opposite side was not the first time to make big promises to He Chi. He Chi was prepared in his heart. Anyway, as long as it did not delay him from completing the dungeon, it would be fine. However, the term "foolish Orientals" made He Chi's eyebrows jump. "Sir, Orientals have their own wisdom, they are not stupid."

"It's just an analogy. You are different from them, so don't take it seriously." Fatty Pierre waved his hand nonchalantly, without even needing to explain, let alone apologize.

"Okay, here is the interview script for later. You should memorize it. We will take you to visit the wounded later. Let me tell you a secret. There is a beautiful lady among our reporters." The fat man threw a piece of paper over and then walked away laughing.

(End of this chapter)