My own war game

Chapter 21: Villa in the Mist
"Hurry! The Germans are about to arrive. Clean up this place in fifteen minutes at most!" Under Margaret's command, everyone took action.

The beds were restored one by one, the "operating table" was cleaned and candles were placed on it again, turning it back into a dining table, the debris and bloodstains were cleaned up as quickly as possible, and the wounded were all transferred to a hidden wine cellar.

In the master's room, the sturdy Margaret changed into a set of cleaning clothes found in the small room and became a cook.

Camille changed into a servant's clothes and became a little maid.

The black soldiers who had been rescued earlier were wearing ill-fitting coarse linen coats and working as laborers doing odd jobs.

"He, isn't this unfair to Groot? He can't understand our conversation." Camille said worriedly to the Oriental man in a butler's coat. Groot was the name she gave to the black giant.

"On the contrary, a taciturn black coolie meets the standards of an old-fashioned aristocratic servant, as long as he can obey He's commands." Christine's soft female voice came from the stairs.

Kristen appeared in front of everyone in a pink suit, her long legs faintly visible under the hem of her skirt, and a slight blush could be seen on her face after she had put on some makeup.

The female reporter in casual uniform was even more charming, so much so that some soldiers whistled.

"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you talking? The skirt was originally from the master's room. Doesn't it fit?" the female reporter asked, looking at the stunned crowd.

"Perfect! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," Camille exclaimed.

"Not enough." He Chi folded his hands and said, "The heroine in our setting should be a woman in her twenties. The Major's outfit is still a little young."

"Really? Let me see." Christine took out a makeup mirror from somewhere, compared it with the mirror, and went back to the room to find a small suitcase.

Hechi recognized the box, as Christine had subconsciously been holding it when she was unconscious.

The box was opened, revealing a dazzling array of things.

There was a whole box of women's products, including three eyebrow pencils, more than ten kinds of foundation, seven or eight lipsticks, and the largest bunch was dozens of pairs of stockings.

American brand.

Kristen took out the foundation cream and gently applied it on her face with a small brush. She also changed to a slightly darker lipstick and tied up her originally refreshing and smooth hair into a simple style.

In just a few moments, her appearance became four or five years older.

"How is it? Any questions?" Christine asked, raising her chin slightly.

"Yes, you risked your life to hold this thing in your arms?" Hechi couldn't help but complain.

"Beauty is more important to women than life..." The female reporter covered her laughing mouth with her hands in white gauze gloves.

When everyone left and only she and He Chi were left in the room, the female major's smile disappeared.

"He, I didn't say it in front of everyone, but I think you're taking too much risk. There are too many details to pay attention to when playing a traditional old nobleman. I'm afraid those Germans won't be fooled so easily."

"Don't worry, just like I don't fully understand you, there are still many things about me that you don't know." He Chi patted the female major's shoulder to help her relax, and the silver coin numbers in the retina of his right eye began to change.

Ten silver coins flashed through his hand and then disappeared.
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Just like the weather above, Lieutenant Hans was in a terrible mood.

After struggling to pull their boots out of the muddy puddle, Hans and his soldiers advanced with difficulty in the heavy rain.

The rain gear on their bodies was not fully effective, and the half-wet uniforms stuck to their bodies, which was even worse. But there was no other way. Germany was no longer in the early stages of the war. Neither vehicles nor supplies were sufficient. Their patrol force of more than a dozen people could enjoy the treatment of truck transportation.

He and his small team of soldiers could only struggle hard in the rain.

"Sir! There looks like a house in the woods ahead!" A soldier excitedly pointed in a direction and reported the surprise he had discovered.

In the rain and fog, the dense branches were parted, and a magnificent manor was looming.

"Lieutenant! Map!"

A map that was kept close to the person was unfolded under the cover of a rainproof cloth. The lieutenant carefully observed the markings on it and found that there was no such building.

"Sir, this unmarked area is likely to have emergencies. We are small in number, so I personally do not recommend exploring it." The always cautious and rigorous deputy Metzer gave his opinion.

"I know, but our soldiers are too tired and need to rest. If they continue like this, someone will fall." The lieutenant shook his head and gave his own judgment.

"Search formation! Prepare for battle!" The lieutenant partially accepted his assistant's advice. His qualities as a professional soldier enabled him to remain sufficiently alert when entering unfamiliar areas.

The German soldiers remained vigilant and slowly approached the stone wall covered with green plants. If someone wanted to launch an attack, this location would be the best place.

Everything was peaceful and nothing happened when the last soldier climbed over the stone wall.

"It looks like there's no one here. Soldiers, follow me in to take shelter from the rain," Lieutenant Hans instructed.

"Wait a minute," the adjutant objected again, "Sir, at least search the surrounding area to eliminate potential dangers."

"Let the soldiers work in pairs and check the surroundings." The lieutenant nodded and accepted the suggestion.

"Julian, Mark, Ben, follow me!" The adjutant pointed out a few soldiers and was about to search the surroundings, but at this time a sudden voice interrupted them.

Ding! Ding! Snap!

Ding! Ding! Snap!

When the Germans turned to the house, the scene before them frightened several soldiers so much that they raised their rifles.

A giant man nearly 7 feet tall was holding an axe and chopping wood outside a simple demolished house. A log as thick as a bowl was split into two with just one stroke.

"Who are you! Why are you here?!" The adjutant quickly drew his gun and shouted loudly in German, but the giant turned a deaf ear and continued to chop firewood.

Just when the soldier was losing his patience, he heard another scream of "Ah!" from behind. A little maid holding a wash basin was frightened by the sudden intruder and dropped everything in her hands to the ground, with the clothes that had not yet been washed scattered all over the floor.

"Dear guests from afar, welcome to the master's manor. How can I help you?" At some point, an oriental man dressed as a butler stood in front of them in a decent manner. His German accent with a hint of Ruhr area made the soldiers who were far away from home feel very cordial.

The two sides faced each other. The German commander looked at the person in front of him with scrutiny. Unnoticed, the giant named Groot clenched the axe in his hand. He was instructed to rush towards their commander if the opponent had the intention to attack, and the soldiers hiding in the basement would rush out and fight the enemy at close range.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, wow!

The German lieutenant put away his pistol and said, "The soldiers and I would like to occupy a few rooms and warm ourselves by the fire."

(End of this chapter)