My own war game

Chapter 382 Traffic Accident

On the not-so-flat road, billowing smoke and dust covered the surroundings as an American jeep roared past.

Boom!
The car body jolted violently.

April covered her head tightly, fearing that she would accidentally hit her head.

"Why are we running?!" the female reporter asked loudly, and her voice sounded strange because of the wind.

"You'd better ask them why they are chasing us." Mr. Smith operated the steering wheel and calmly turned around to check the distance between the two sides.

"The discipline of the defeated soldiers is generally very poor, not to mention these third-rate troops from South Korea. You just let them see your valuables, and they may take the opportunity to rob you." Mrs. Smith explained at the side, her face very calm.

"Robbery?!" April turned around with an incredulous look on her face. "But, I'm an American, and my country is helping them fight the war!"

"Miss, there is no way for a corpse to reveal its nationality to others."

"Remember, never put the other side on a moral high ground on the battlefield, not to mention that these Koreans have no moral integrity to begin with," Mr. Smith concluded.

"Bangzi? Morality?"

"That's just a special name in my hometown." The man quickly changed the subject.

The car had already driven quite a distance, but the people behind were still chasing it closely.

"What should we do next?" the female reporter asked anxiously.

"It's okay, we're almost there."

"What's coming soon?"

Squeak~~The jeep began to slow down, and at a downhill T-junction, Mr. Smith stopped the jeep on the side of the road.

After a while, the patrol car behind caught up and stopped right in the middle of the road.

The Korean military officer just now jumped out of the car with several armed soldiers with bad intentions.

April immediately tried to explain, "Mr. Officer, I am an American with a legal identity as a journalist. The person next to me is..."

boom! ! !
Gunshots rang out, and a bullet grazed the female reporter's body and hit the hood of the jeep, splashing sparks. In fact, the shot should have hit her - if Mr. Smith hadn't pulled her back.

"I almost died?!" April suddenly felt that her brain was not functioning. The great terror between life and death enveloped her, and her hands and feet began to tremble involuntarily.

"I don't want to hear so much nonsense. Hand over the money and things! Or do you think you can be faster than a gun?" The officer looked at him with a ferocious expression and threatened him fiercely in English.

boom! ! !
Another gunshot rang out, and a bullet grazed the officer's ear and left a thin trail of blood.

"You can try it, or bet on whether the next shot will miss." The same threat came from behind the jeep, and April realized that Mr. Smith was holding an exquisite silver-white revolver in his hand.

Mrs. Smith leaned on the other side and took out a delicate pistol from her handbag.

It was only then that the female reporter discovered that the seemingly polite Mr. and Mrs. Smith were actually excellent shooters.

"Why didn't you shoot him on purpose?" Christine leaned over and whispered.

"This place is very close to Seoul. It will be very troublesome for me if a shooting happens, and I won't be able to deal with the bodies." He Chi held April down with one hand and answered in a low voice.

"So we're just going to remain in a stalemate? It doesn't look like the other side will back down when faced with difficulties."

"Don't worry, someone will help us solve the problem soon." "You are always like this, so mysterious." Christine poked the man's waist with her finger.

"Aren't you... afraid? The people on the other side are regular troops. How can we fight against them?" April asked in a trembling voice.

Mrs. Smith patted the girl's shoulder and told her to calm down. "Don't worry. Compared to the past, today's situation is definitely a small one. Leave it to him. Everything will be fine."

Time passed by minute by minute, and April felt her heart beating violently uncontrollably.

boom!boom!
After firing several shots into the void, Mr. Smith began to shout to the other side, "Everyone, it's not good for everyone to continue to be in a stalemate. I have a compromise. I will throw the money and the camera over, and you will leave. How about that? We promise not to disclose what happened today."

"Okay, but you have to throw the things over here first!" the officer on the opposite side shouted loudly.

"No, what if you change your mind?!" Mr. Smith rejected it outright.

"We can put the guns farther away. We are only after money. You can throw the money over here and leave!" The officer continued to respond loudly, then lowered his voice and said to the people around him.
"Prepare the grenade and throw it once you get the money."

"Mr. Smith, will they go back on their word?" April asked nervously.

"Of course they will regret it, but they won't have the chance." The man smiled mysteriously.

The soldiers threw their guns on the road. Mr. Smith picked up a backpack full of miscellaneous items and threw it out with force.

The backpack bounced twice on the ground and was lying in the middle of the road, with several US dollars spilling out of it.

The officer directed a soldier to pick up the bag, while the grenade was held in the hands of another soldier.

The bag was dragged back and the officer was eager to check the banknotes when he suddenly heard a rumbling sound in his ears.

He looked up in the direction of the sound and saw a convoy with American flags appearing on the uphill side of the intersection, and it was moving very fast.

The two sides were only a dozen meters apart, which was already very close.

"Oh my God! Run!"

“Ah!!!! Help!!!”

In the sight of the American driver, a patrol car suddenly appeared across the road in a very short distance. With almost no reaction time, he subconsciously slammed on the brakes.

Boom! ! ! ! ! !

The jeep turned sideways and lost control, and the two vehicles collided violently, with the broken metal tearing open people's flesh and blood.

Blood was flowing slowly on the ground, and all the South Korean soldiers who were so aggressive just now were lying on the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Smiths started the jeep and fled with April.

Peninsula, Christmas Eve, 1950.

A U.S. military convoy collided with a South Korean patrol vehicle on a country road near Seoul, causing a serious traffic accident. The scene was extremely tragic. The accident directly caused 8 deaths and 5 injuries, including a senior U.S. military official.

Since all the other parties in the car accident died, the specific cause of the accident could not be determined, but the military police in charge of the investigation found a suspicious bullet casing at the scene shortly afterwards.

This raised the security level of General MacArthur, who was just about to go to North Korea.

On the other side, Miss April from the suburbs of Seoul secretly reached for Christine's bag.

(End of this chapter)