My own war game

Chapter 56 Trojan Horse
"Temporary mission: Cut off the devil's horn... destroy more than 50% of the German gas bombs before leaving the dungeon... all rewards will be doubled after completion..."

He Chi, who had planned to stay awake until midnight just a second ago, was tempted.

You know, his biggest gain so far was just a gold coin, which has already been consumed. Now he has less than 24 hours left to live, which means he is already standing on the edge of a cliff.

The reward for completing this dungeon is two gold coins, and there may be other additional rewards. If it is doubled, then I will have at least four years, which means I have basically left the danger zone.

But the risks are equally huge.

As the German army's last resort, these poison gas bombs must be heavily guarded, and it doesn't seem like they can be dealt with by one person alone.

Besides, even if such a large number of poison gas bombs were left there for you to destroy, it would take a while, right?
when!
While he was distracted, He Chi kicked something with his feet and almost fell down. He looked down and found that it was the whiskey bottle left over from making a Molotov cocktail.

Picking up the bottle and looking at it, He Chi pondered for a moment.

"Let's take a gamble!"

Before dawn, a dark shadow bent over and approached the battlefield where the two sides had fought a life-and-death battle. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, it approached the disabled Mark IV tank.

He Chi, who had changed into a German soldier's uniform, hurriedly opened the cover on the top of the tank, and then a smell similar to "Daokou Roast Chicken" wafted out from inside.

Wow~Wow~~~
Although he knew what the smell meant, He Chi still couldn't control himself and vomited all his breakfast in one breath.

After adjusting for a minute, He Chi continued to open the lid, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, dragged out a burnt body from the tank, and then crawled in himself.

With a bang, the lid was closed, and the surroundings became pitch black. The disgusting smell gathered again. He Chi stuffed the things in his hands into the corner of the chariot, leaned to the side and chose a posture without moving.

He was betting that the Germans would not ignore the big guy parked on the side of the road.

It is now the final period of World War I. The German army should have squeezed its war potential to the extreme. Both weapons and supplies should be very scarce. This Mark IV tank was attacked by Molotov cocktails. Although the crew members died tragically, the body structure is intact, and the artillery and machine guns are not damaged. It can be driven again.

There was no reason to give up such valuable combat power, so He Chi believed that the Germans would definitely find an opportunity to recover it. As long as the Germans towed the tank back, he would have a chance.

Having said that, this plan is not only adventurous but also really tests one's courage.

Just think about it, you have to share a room with four or five corpses in a dark space, and more importantly, these people were all killed by you. He Chi is definitely a brave man among ordinary people, but at this time he couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster.

Dong Dong~~Dong Dong~~Dong Dong~~
He Chi could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat. He wanted to take a deep breath to regulate his heart, but the disgusting smell that filled his nose made him give up the idea.

Dong Dong~~
Dongdong~~Dongdong~~
The long wait made him feel irritable and uneasy. What if the Germans didn't come? What if they came but not today?
Just as he began to think wildly, a sound suddenly came from outside.

Click~~Click~~Click~~
He Chi's spirits lifted.

coming!

He Chi looked through the observation hole and saw two strangely shaped wheeled trucks cautiously approaching the tank. From the appearance, it could be seen that they were Russian-made Gafford-Putilov artillery tractors, which were obviously captured.

This thing was probably the trailer with the highest failure rate in World War I, but the German front-line troops, who were short of supplies, had no money to be picky.

"Hurry! Hurry up! Hang up the tow hook!" A hurried voice in German was heard, footsteps were heard around the tank, and then someone was busy hanging things on the tank.

Bang! A young soldier lost his grip and the hook in his hand fell to the ground with a loud noise. "Asshole! Pick up the things quickly, the man is nearby, finish the job quickly if you don't want to die!" Someone on the side scolded the new recruit and urged him to hang up the tow hook quickly.

Two minutes later, the tanks were connected. Two tractors spewed out thick black smoke and began to pull the 28-ton giant towards their own camp. When the vehicle moved forward 500 meters, the leading German lieutenant breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew~ Everything is fine. Today is really an unlucky day. We were assigned to do this kind of work. If we meet that person, we will be in big trouble."

The soldier just now raised his hand weakly, "Sir, may I ask who "that person" is?"

"Merlis, don't you know?" The other soldiers looked at him with strange eyes.

Being stared at by so many people made the young soldier feel a little uneasy. He rubbed his hands and said uneasily, "I was transferred here the day before yesterday. I don't know anything..."

The captain in charge then noticed that the soldier still had freckles and a hint of childishness on his face, so he asked, "How old are you? Where are you from? What does your family do?"

"I was 17 years old and lived in the countryside of Cologne. My father was a cattle farmer." The young man's voice was a little low, perhaps because he was afraid that his companions would laugh at him for being a country boy.

"17 years old... Have we started to send children to the front lines..." the leading lieutenant muttered to himself.

"Come, let me tell you." The lieutenant pointed to the tank behind him and said, "How many people do you think it will take to kill this big guy?"

"Um... a platoon? Or two?" The young soldier said uncertainly as he looked at the steel monster in front of him.

"It was that guy who destroyed it. A fellow from the French army. He destroyed two of our tanks by himself. So far, he has killed almost half of our company."

"Oh my god!" The young man sighed. "Is he a devil? What does he look like?"

"No one saw him, only a vague shadow. Everyone who saw him directly was dead." The second lieutenant said with lingering fear, "You'd better pray that you don't meet him and go back safely to help your family raise cattle."

"I don't want to go back. After the war I want to save some money and go to a big city to learn a skill..."

"It's up to you, but the prerequisite is to survive." The lieutenant patted the soldier on the shoulder and said, "I wish you good luck."

As they were talking, a tractor had already driven the tank into the camp. A companion handed a hose to the young man and said, "Just rinse the outside and go to rest. Remember not to open the lid, or you will regret it."

After everyone left, the soldier was left alone with a pipe to clean the exterior of the tank. When he was done, he looked at the sealed top cover of the tank.

"It probably won't be a problem if I open a crack and take a look." The young man, who was still very curious, said to himself.

The tank's cover slowly opened and the soldier leaned forward.

White light flashed!

A sharp scalpel cut his throat. The young soldier covered his neck and struggled in pain on the ground but could not make a sound.

The last thing he saw was an ordinary oriental face.

(End of this chapter)