My own war game

Chapter 115: False Performance

The books a person reads can reflect his or her personality to a certain extent.

He Chi has read Galland's autobiography (Iron Cross Eagle, published in the 20s)

In his autobiography, Adolf Galland described himself as a person with an impatient temper and a certain degree of political apathy. For example, he personally never read the government's political propaganda, and he did not even read the works of the party leader, the Führer, in prison.

In that memoir, he once wrote that the only book by a NC official he had read was Michael: A German Fate, written by Joseph Goebbels in 1929, because he thought the story was pretty good.

He Chi carried this book with him to send a signal - he was not a strong anti-NCist, so that the other party could let down their guard to a certain extent and better accept his fabricated new identity.

A pair of non-blood-related siblings who formed a new family. Their parents were separated in the war. The brother is a clerk working for the government, while the sister is a student at a dance school. The two live in London and depend on each other.

The two sides had a brief exchange.

Indifference, hostility, and contempt appeared in the eyes of Oriental people in turn, but the only thing Garland did not see in their eyes was hatred.

"Don't you hate the Germans?" The German lieutenant colonel had already put down his gun. With the other party's weak body that would fall down with a push, he could still control him even if he was injured.

"Hate the Germans? Why? To me, you are the same as the British. You have never treated us Asians as human beings. In fact, I have lost more from the British. The British may hate you, but I don't care." The Oriental man surnamed He responded indifferently.

Hearing the other party's answer, Garland nodded. During the entire World War II, the anti-Asian sentiment in Europe was still very obvious. The Chinese in the German-controlled areas lived a very bad life. Perhaps in the eyes of the other party, he and the British were of the same kind.

This was exactly what he wanted.

"Shall we make a deal?" the German suggested.

"Tell me something." The Oriental man protected his sister behind him and looked at the other party warily.

"I will stay here to recuperate for a while. It won't take too long. If you protect me, I can give you money." After saying this, Garland took out a thick roll of German marks from his jacket pocket.

He Chi took the roll of banknotes in his hand, looked at it sarcastically, and threw it back. "This is Britain, and you're giving me banknotes issued by Germany?"

Garland thought about it, rummaged through his backpack, and barely took out 6 pounds and 15 pence.

The Oriental man shook his head again and pushed the money back. "Too little, not enough!"

Garland then emptied out all the contents of his bag, meaning that the Orientals could choose for themselves.

Cigar cutters, aluminum whiskey bottles, tobacco... Looking at these things that shouldn't be on the plane at all, He Chi almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

This Imperial Eagle is a little too individualistic.

Then he found something shiny in the other person's pocket, so he reached out and took it.

A cross medal inlaid with diamonds.

"That won't do!" Garland's expression turned panicky.

This medal is called the Spanish Cross in Gold and Diamonds. Germany sent the Condor Regiment to participate in the Spanish Civil War, and those who performed outstandingly in combat were awarded the Spanish Cross.

This is the highest level of these medals, awarded to only 28 people in total, and is very precious to Garland.

The Oriental man looked at the German and did not let go. He had now confirmed the other party's character. He could obviously threaten him directly with force, but he bargained in a humble manner. The mustache on the other side was a bit cute.

"This is the only valuable thing on you. Give it to me and I'll help you." He Chi refused to give in. "There's a swastika on it. You can't spend it even if I give it to you." The man with the mustache was still making his last effort.

"It doesn't matter, I can just take off the diamonds on it." The Oriental man said seriously.

"Don't do that!" Garland sighed. "Well, in that case, I'll mortgage it to you first. Once I'm out of trouble, I'll pay you back with no less than 5000 pounds in cash."

The Oriental thought about it and finally nodded, "Okay, but your food expenses during this period will be calculated separately."

After saying this, he took the change of more than 6 pounds on the table.

Indifferent, stubborn, petty bourgeois, and somewhat materialistic in order to survive, these are the labels that He Chi gives to his "role".

"Ada, go to the black market and buy some meat and butter. This gentleman needs more nutrition to recover." The Oriental man took out a pound from his coin and gave it to the girl, asking her to go out.

He Chi then explained to the Germans, "Daily purchases are necessary. I am here as a hostage. Let Ada do the outings. You can watch over me."

The German agreed, and the girl walked out of the door with the money, looking back every few steps.

After turning a few alleys, Hepburn was stopped by MI6 agents.

"He asked us to give it to you and asked you to act according to what is written on it." Someone handed a piece of paper to the girl.

Hepburn read the contents of the paper carefully and nodded, "I'll take care of it. You guys go back and don't let anyone find out."

Watching the girl walk away, the agent next to her muttered, "At such a young age, don't make things worse."

Menzies shook his head. "Just watch. This girl has been following that person. It won't be that simple..."

After a while, the pretty girl returned to the room with only half of the food that had been agreed upon.

"They said that because of the recent bombing ships couldn't come in, the prices of things have gone up again. I only bought this." With a nervous look on her face, the little girl timidly reported to He Chi, just like a primary school student who had not finished her homework carefully reporting to her teacher.

This was planned. Since supplies were scarce, the girl had a good reason to go out many times and contact the outside world to pass on information.

"It's okay, you've done a great job." He Chi went up to hug the girl and spoke in a doting tone, just like any other brother taking care of his younger sister.

In the evening, the Orientals prepared grilled bacon and side dishes. The Germans found that their cooking skills were unexpectedly good, and even had some influence of German cuisine.

"Your skills are great! Where did you learn it?" asked the man with a mustache.

"When you wander alone, you have to learn a little bit of everything." The Oriental man responded in a deep tone and didn't say much.

"It's probably a very long story." The German began to become curious about He Chi.

During the meal, the German found that the two siblings only ate vegetables and left the limited meat for each other. He couldn't help feeling warm in his heart, as if he had returned to the days long ago when he lived in Germany with his three brothers.

What the German didn't know was that he was facing two top performers, and what they were performing was nothing more than a false drama.

He was the only spectator.

(End of this chapter)