My own war game

Chapter 18: Manor History
When He Chi arrived at the outskirts of the manor, there were already several nurses guarding the scene.

"What's going on?" He Chi asked, looking at several French soldiers lying unconscious in the jungle.

"There was no fuel in the house, so I wanted to break some branches in the woods to make firewood, and then I found them. They seemed injured and couldn't be woken up no matter how we called them." Camille, the youngest nurse at only 16 years old, said in a trembling voice.

"Let me take a look." He Chi bent down to check the condition of several French soldiers, and then a prompt sound came to his ears.

Apprentice Talent Activation: Trauma Check L2
"Gunshot wound, left lower abdomen, non-fatal, slow bleeding, visually no major organs were injured, pending investigation."

"Puncture wound on right foot, dirty wound, risk of tetanus"

"No obvious external injuries, but there are signs of blows on the head and vomit around. I suspect there is a concussion..."

The flowing information was projected onto the retina of He Chi's right eye. This feeling was wonderful for him.

A few minutes later, He Chi stood up and said, "They are not dead, they just fainted."

They couldn't let them stay there any longer, so He Chi asked the nurses to work in groups and carry the injured soldiers back.

But the matter was not over yet. Two hours later, another squad of remnants ran into the woods. These soldiers were less seriously injured, but were obviously very panicked, so He Chi had to bring people out to guide and accommodate them for the second time.

At dusk, the manor welcomed the third batch of wounded soldiers.

There were already more than 30 people here at this time. Fortunately, the manor was big enough and the wounded soldiers had a place to stay.

In the hall, all the extra furniture was broken and removed, and the precious silk quilts kept by the owner were taken out and spread on the floor for the injured and sick to rest. Eight nurses were divided into two shifts to take care of them in turns.

At night, for fear of being discovered by the Germans, no one turned on the lights in the entire manor, and the nurses who were on shift rest spoke in low voices in the room by the moonlight.

"I have a question. Why do so many people fall here? This is the third wave today." Someone raised his hand to ask a question.

"Because this location is close to the Barbey Highway, the infiltrating Germans and the defenders must have exchanged fire there. Maybe our people lost." He Chi explained on the side, but everyone thought he was speculating.

In fact, He Chi was not speculating, but knew the situation on the battlefield clearly.

In the 3D tactical projection of the right eye, the French army garrisoning the highway has been turned into small broken cubes under the attack of three German infiltration troops, which shows that the structure of this French army has been broken up.

"But, but, why haven't the Germans come yet?" Margaret asked the question that everyone was worried about.

"Because they haven't discovered this place yet. The German army is advancing too fast and their manpower is insufficient. To maintain the encirclement, we need troops to guard the main intersections. It is impossible to conduct a carpet search." He Chi explained while looking at the map on his retina.

He Chi then picked up a charcoal pencil and drew the surrounding terrain on a piece of cardboard.

"This place is built on a shallow ford on the south bank of the Somme. The manor is located on land that was built by enclosing a part of the river, so it cannot be seen from the north bank. There are woods on the east and west sides, and a stone wall outside the manor to block it. In order to better conceal it, the original owner even planted roses on the stone wall. Unless you get very close, you can't see what's going on inside."

"It's so strange, it's like he's deliberately isolating himself from the world. Why would the owner of the manor do this?" a young nurse asked with some confusion.

"Because this is the mistress's manor." Christine, with a bandage on her calf, walked to the nearby area with the help of crutches. At this time, the female reporter had changed into casual clothes. She glanced at He Chi and looked away. The panic and shyness on her face when she just woke up in the morning were gone. "Mistress's manor?" Most people heard this word for the first time.

"In the past, almost all great nobles had their own mistresses. Some of them were married women who couldn't bear to be lonely, some were poor girls with outstanding looks, and some were down-and-out nobles whose families had fallen on hard times." Christine sat down.

Then she raised a finger. "But this is dishonorable after all. No matter for the nobles themselves or the mistresses who still have a sense of shame, they don't want to be seen by others when they are having an affair. It would be better if there is a separate house for the tryst."

"Therefore, many nobles spent money to build properties in inconspicuous places. Smaller ones are called love cottages, while larger ones are mistress manors. The purpose of building these places is to avoid being seen. Some even dig tunnels to facilitate the owner's entry and exit."

"Wow~ You can spend money like this~" someone exclaimed.

Christine shook her head. "It's not just about money. You need the rights to buy this kind of land."

The female reporter then looked around and continued, "This manor is quite large, with complete facilities. Even the water source and the garden have been designed by a special designer. Its previous owner should have been at least a duke. Ordinary nobles would not have such financial resources and authority."

"Duke! Darling, you know so much. You know so much about the affairs of those important people!" Margaret agreed in amazement, looking at Christine with admiration.

"I just said some common sense that all reporters know." Christine tried to appear indifferent, but the slightly curved corners of her mouth revealed her true thoughts.

Others were amazed at the knowledge of the female reporter, and even He Chi's impression of her changed. She didn't seem to be a useless vase.

Just as he was about to say something, a loud noise suddenly came from the corridor outside the door.

problem occurs!
The hall was now in chaos. Several lightly injured soldiers formed a circle and raised their weapons to point at the person in the middle.

It was a black soldier who held the young nurse Camille hostage.

A meat cleaver was held in the soldier's hand. The excited black soldier kept waving his arms and shouting, and the sharp tip of the knife was swinging in front of the girl.

He Chi was startled at first glance, and felt that a black tower appeared in front of him.

Margaret was 6 feet tall, which was already tall enough, but the black man opposite was nearly 7 feet tall, with thick arms that looked like small trees.

"Hey, what's going on here?" He Chi asked a wounded soldier who was blocking the door.

"I don't know. This guy was carried in unconscious. None of us knew him. He suddenly woke up ten minutes ago and became very agitated."

At this time, the black soldier became very anxious and kept saying meaningless words, while the knife in his hand was dancing faster and faster.

Some people tried to communicate in English and French, but the other party did not respond at all.

"Don't bother," Christine walked over with the help of others. "The people from the Foreign Legion are auxiliary troops from the African territories. They don't understand French at all."

(End of this chapter)