My own war game

Chapter 13 Arrogance
He Chi is actually very busy.

Because according to his memory, Germany would formally surrender to the Allies in three months and sign the final armistice agreement after paying a huge price.

But before that, the German government, like a gambler about to lose all his money, had placed all his chips on the Western Front.

As the commander of the Western Front, Ludendorff integrated all the forces at his hands and gave the British and French forces a heavy left hook.

Along the entire Somme River line and the Esna line, the German army launched a unique "assault group tactic", which can be said to be the predecessor of blitzkrieg. It used troops to quickly penetrate the enemy's defense gaps, break through at specific points, cut off traffic lines, sever the relationship between defense deployments, and create conditions for frontal attacks.

In fact, the Germans almost succeeded, advancing 13 miles on the first day alone and then continuously eroding the Anglo-French defenses.

It was not until the Allies mobilized a total of 27 reserve divisions that they were able to stop the German offensive.

At this time, the German vanguard was only 37 miles away from Paris.

It can be said that if Germany had had even a little bit of war potential at the time, even if 3 to 5 combat troops were placed on the scale, perhaps World War I would have been a different story.

At this moment, He Chi was thinking about how to survive. He needed to integrate all the resources he could use and had no time to play the interview game with this pet golden cat.

As there was no time to dwell on it, He Chi decided to make a quick decision. He looked at the female reporter with a superior look on her face, thought for a moment, and spoke in English.

"Ma'am, do you mean to interview me?"

"Yes, I hope to do an exclusive interview with you about the previous battle." Christine nodded, her hands still fixing the button that was buttoned in the wrong place.

"Oh, so those are all fake. I'm just a pawn for publicity. You can go back." He Chi said without turning his head.

"Then, we can start from...wait, you admit that those are all fake?" Christine looked up in surprise.

"Yes, I admit it. Those were all things the Propaganda Department asked me to say. They were fake! Well, I'm very busy. I think we can end the interview here." He Chi continued with the work in his hands without looking back.

"But... it ends like this..." The girl rolled her eyes and grabbed He Chi, "No! You haven't told me the inside story yet. Are you threatened? What is their purpose in covering up the truth? What role did you play in it?"

The series of questions made He Chi feel overwhelmed. He had no choice but to turn around and look at Christine who was uncompromising, then shook his head.

"Ma'am, I'm really busy. I have something important to discuss. Do you really have to talk to me today?"

"But my interview is also very important. Do it today, right now! Immediately!" Christine refused to retreat.

"Okay, let's talk about it." In order to get rid of the other party's entanglement, He Chi prepared to use a ruthless move. "Then let's talk about this war."

"Yeah, okay!" Christine excitedly took out her shorthand notebook to take notes, but she felt something was wrong. "Strange, shouldn't I be the one to decide the topic of the interview?"
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At night, Christine took a bath in a separate room using the bathtub prepared for her, and then walked to her desk wearing the silk pajamas in her luggage.

Her slender bare feet stepped on the blanket. She raised her hand and touched her cheek. The blush caused by excitement had long disappeared. The female reporter took out the sketch pen she carried with her and began to write a letter to her fiancé:

"Dear Leon
When I wrote this letter, it was already my third day at the front line. Everything was fine except that the humid air and mosquitoes made it difficult to fall asleep.

I have followed your advice and settled down in the rear hospital of the Somme River defense line. There are three lines of defense with 8,000 people stationed in front of here. There will be no problem with safety. Please don't worry too much.

Leon, I am once again grateful that I can step out of that home and see the outside world because I can meet all kinds of people.

I met a rude man today, not because of rudeness and ignorance, but because of arrogance. He, an ordinary soldier from a backward country in the East, somehow received a good education.

He is proficient in four languages ​​including his mother tongue, and has made achievements in history and philosophy. You should know that even when we were studying together, there were not many people like him.

I thought this was a successful interview and pleasant communication.

Until we talked about the war.

He's mind was full of weird ideas. He didn't even evaluate our battle with the Germans based on whether it was just or not. Instead, he used a strange angle to understand it.

He believed that this war was essentially an extension of politics and was an inevitable result of the economic development bottleneck in Western society.

To be honest, although I don’t agree with it, at least logically, his theory is self-consistent.”

At this point, Christine bit the end of the pen with her white teeth, which was her habit when she was angry, and then continued writing:
“According to his theory, we can win this war, but the root causes of the conflict will still exist, and we will face another war within 20 years.

It was a fantasy. Who did he think he was? A prophet?

Of course, he is not completely useless, at least he is honest enough.

Unlike those fraudsters in the army, He frankly admitted from the beginning that he was just an ordinary soldier cooperating with the propaganda, and all the "battle results" were just fabricated stories.

The problem is that he thinks this is understandable.

He believed that controlling public opinion was a key link in war, and even the direction of public opinion itself was a war, which he called a war of public opinion.

I cannot agree with this even more.

I am a journalist. It is my duty given by God to expose the truth and speak for the weak. I cannot do anything that goes against the facts in my reporting.

If justice is sacrificed for victory, then what is the meaning of such a victory?

Sorry, I got a little emotional.

Leon, my fiancé, I would like to hear your thoughts, are they the same as mine?

Looking forward to your reply
I wish you all the best in your time with Mr. Petain.
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Love you, Christine Sinnier"

The female reporter put away her pen, put the letter into an envelope, sealed it with wax, and prepared to take a break. At this moment, she suddenly heard a commotion outside, as if someone was shouting something loudly.

Out of curiosity, Christine went over and opened the window.

Woo~~~~~~~
Something seemed to be screaming, piercing her eardrums and causing pain.

Woo woo woo~~~~
boom! ! ! ! !
Before she could figure out what was going on, a shell hit the front of the house and knocked her unconscious.

(End of this chapter)