My own war game

Chapter 12 French Vase

"As you can see, Miss Christine, our boys are in high spirits. This is all thanks to our adequate logistical support and better battlefield medical conditions." In the makeshift tent, Pierre, with a big belly and wearing a full suit, took a tall blonde beauty to visit the field hospital.

Miss Christine Sinnier from Paris, a special correspondent for the French Propaganda Department, has long, smooth golden hair, beautiful blue eyes and slender legs. As soon as she arrived at the base, she attracted the attention of a large number of male creatures.

Not only that, the rank of major on his shoulders made the non-commissioned officers around him have all kinds of associations.

"What a joke, a girl like that is actually a major? Then what's the point of us fighting hard at the front line?" A non-commissioned officer muttered quietly.

"His fiancé is a close confidant of Commander-in-Chief Pétain. If you also have such a fiancé, you can become a colonel if you want." A colleague next to him lowered his voice to answer.
"Tsk, a military reporter directly under the Propaganda Department, we really have welcomed a big shot this time." Someone else said sourly.

"Hush, keep your voice down, they are coming, shut up." A staff officer scolded the two people.

The people below were talking about it. He Chi didn't have a very good impression of this young lady. After all, a woman who could wear stockings and hold a makeup mirror on the battlefield was most likely a golden cat or a vase.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with war correspondents.

"Mr. Pierre, I heard that there have been victories everywhere on the front line recently. The Germans can no longer hold on, right?" Miss Christine took out her shorthand book while standing in front of the sand table.

"Yes, we launched a series of offensives starting in April, pushing the entire German front line back three kilometers. The guys were very brave, and a lot of heroes emerged, like Captain Henry, who killed 20 German devils by himself." Pierre boasted without blushing or beating his heart, and he arbitrarily doubled the number of kills agreed upon before.

"Mr. Henry, it's a pleasure to meet you! I heard about your deeds in Paris and have always wanted to hear your battle stories in person." Christine smiled and shook hands with Captain Henry.

"Yes, I'm honored!" Hearing such a beautiful female officer praising him, Henry stood up excitedly, and then talked about his "heroic deeds" according to the script he had taken before. He Chi listened to a few words and found that Henry almost turned the battle that night into a "miracle drama against Germany".

Pierre's clerk probably has a talent for writing novels, He Chi thought to himself.

"It's amazing. You killed five Germans with just one grenade. Did you do all this by yourself?" Miss Christine stared at Captain Henry with her big eyes with long eyelashes.

"Well, yes." Henry nodded.

"In fact, the two of us were almost killed by our own people's grenades." He Chi complained in his heart

"Carrying the wounded comrade on their backs and walking through two machine gun positions?" the reporter asked.

"Actually...well, that's right." Henry nodded.

"Nonsense, he didn't carry anyone on his back and he ran away with his boots." He Chi curled his lips.

"On the last day of the battle, you killed a German machine gunner from 5 kilometers away?"

"Yes...no! Sorry, it should be 500 meters. Maybe the person who recorded it before wrote it wrong." Fortunately, Henry reacted quickly and did not make a stupid common sense mistake.

"But when I read the report, it said that your arm was injured on your last day. How did you pull the rifle?" Christine asked puzzledly as she opened her shorthand notebook.

"Um...this..." Henry was stuck. He didn't expect that the beautiful female reporter opposite him had no intention of agreeing with what he said. Instead, she seemed to be questioning him.

In the following interview, Christine changed her tone and changed her gentle and docile image. She became sharp and found 5 or 6 loopholes in Lieutenant Henry's speech. At this time, even the dumbest person could understand that this beautiful Persian cat was looking for trouble.

But why?
Shouldn't the French propaganda agencies cooperate with them to create a civilian hero?

What good is there in sending people from above to dismantle your own stage?

Facts have proved that many complicated situations often have a very simple reason. The politician Pierre calculated that the High Command and the Propaganda Department would cooperate with him to make up a heroic story for the sake of their own face, but ignored the rebellious psychology of a young girl at a special age.

This Miss Christine is here to cause trouble.

Christine Shinniel was born into an old aristocratic family. Her father was a senior military officer. As a single parent since childhood, her personality is more like "wild" than spoiled.

The cold emotional relationship in her family made her want to do the opposite of her father in everything. In addition, she was in her twenties and had the problem of "too hot blood" that is common among young people.

She had received the report a month ago, which trumpeted the so-called heroic deeds of two soldiers who killed a platoon of German soldiers.

But Christine, who grew up in the army, took advantage of the opportunity to see the briefing of the battle and knew part of the truth, so she accepted the interview partly to make things difficult for her father and partly with the naive idea of ​​"exposing the darkness of the army and restoring the truth."

What’s funny is that Pierre actually thought it was an opportunity to get closer to his superior, so he went up to him foolishly.

However, Christine still lacked experience, and she revealed her true intentions too early, so Pierre immediately issued a gag order to the people around him, strictly forbidding ordinary people to accept interviews with Christine at will, and he also started speaking in an official tone again.

Even Henry, who had appeared frequently before, was gone.

This proud lady did not intend to stop there, she decided to find a new breakthrough.

It’s the other Oriental man in the report who remained silent.

But to be honest, Christine was still a little nervous at this time. After all, the West lacked overall understanding of China at that time, and the limited knowledge was full of errors. Therefore, in Christine's eyes, Orientals were somewhat demonized.

"It is said that these Oriental men will marry women as long as they see their forearms or feet. Can this be true?" The female reporter thought to herself when she was alone.

Finally, after constantly encouraging herself, Christine chose her most conservative coat, wrapped her arms and calves, and came behind He Chi who was checking weapons.

"Hello~~~" Christine greeted in a trembling voice using a sentence in Chinese that she had just learned.

The Oriental man opposite put down his work, turned around and looked at her with a teasing look.

Christine suddenly became more nervous and pointed at herself, "I, Christine, my friend."

The other party laughed and replied in an authentic French accent, "Ms. Christine, you buttoned your shirt wrong."

(End of this chapter)