My own war game

Chapter 57 Fire
The bodies of the young German soldiers were already beginning to grow cold.

With a light sigh and looking at the other person's young face, He Chi shook his head helplessly.

If it were peacetime, he would still be just a high school student, perhaps trying to please the girl he likes every day.

But He Chi had no choice. If he showed mercy, he would be the one to die.

There was still a faint smell of blood all around. He Chi dragged the soldier's body, opened the tank's lid and pushed the soldier in.

The last two copper coins appeared in his hand, and a 3D view of the German camp slowly unfolded.

This was a huge camp with at least three thousand people. Densely packed red dots were scattered everywhere in his field of vision. About 800 meters away from him, in a row of tents, dozens of people were guarding hundreds of round gas bottles.

This is his goal.

Picking up his backpack, He Chi counted the supplies inside: a bottle full of fire starters, a captured Mauser rifle, and four sharp surgical scalpels.

There were footsteps heard, He Chi hid himself in the darkness, and a patrol team of five people walked over.

88, 89, 90... He Chi counted down silently in his heart. When the team passed by for the second time, He Chi seized the opportunity, lowered the brim of his hat, put on his rifle and followed them.

The patrol team didn't know that someone was following them, and to others it seemed that the soldier was also a member of the patrol team, just walking a little slower and lagging behind.

At the next intersection, He Chi left the team, and then caught up with the next patrol team, getting closer to his target.
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As it got dark, lights were hung in the German positions.

"I'm back, man, any cigarettes?" The junior officer in charge of the towing lifted the tent and greeted his companions.

In order to make room for chemical weapons, the German army's base was compressed, so many of their junior officers had to share one tent.

"They are all here, take them." The new one-eyed roommate who was wearing an eye patch and was not good at talking, casually pushed a box of ten cigarettes to him.

The officer took the cigarette and found that none of it had been touched.

The officer picked up a cigarette, lit it, puffed out the smoke, and then asked, "Don't you smoke?"

"What I need now is calm thinking, not paralysis." The one-eyed lieutenant shook his head and then reminded, "The camp has just issued a ban on fireworks. Be careful and make sure to extinguish them when you go out."

"You are too cautious. After all, the place we need to pay attention to is more than a thousand meters away from us..."

"Please don't talk about military secrets." The one-eyed lieutenant interrupted the officer.

The atmosphere in the tent became awkward. Although the officer felt uncomfortable, he knew that his roommate was just too rigid and was not targeting him.

So he put away his cigarette and extinguished it. "Well, I wanted to relax today after towing the tank back. I'll listen to you. I'll quit smoking today."

"Wait, what did you say?" The one-eyed lieutenant turned around suddenly.

"Uh, I said I'd quit smoking today."

"No, another one."

"I towed the tank back today and wanted to relax." The officer replied in confusion.

"You towed the tank back today?!"

"Uh, yes, just now!"

"Was the resistance strong? Were the casualties heavy? Why didn't I hear any gunfire?" the second lieutenant asked seriously.

"Because we were not ambushed, the whole process went smoothly..." The officer scratched his head. He didn't understand why his roommate suddenly became nervous.

"It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense," the one-eyed lieutenant muttered to himself neurotically.

"Those flying Molotov cocktails were just a trick. He won't be able to defend against the tanks if they come again. Even if he doesn't destroy the tanks, he should at least interfere with them. But he didn't do anything? Why?!"

The one-eyed lieutenant suddenly turned around excitedly and said, "Where is the tank? Bring your men with me to check it out!"

After saying that, he rushed out of the door alone, and his companions behind him had no choice but to pick up their weapons and follow him. Soon, two people and soldiers appeared at the Mark IV tank, and the tank with a burnt black exterior was parked there quietly.

"Look, it's nothing serious, isn't it?" The companion tried to calm Metzer down, but was pushed away by the one-eyed lieutenant.

The lieutenant approached the tank, bent down, then twisted the metal outer wall of the tank with his hand and put it in front of his nose to smell it.

It's blood, fresh.

"Open the lid!" the one-eyed lieutenant shouted.

"But, there's still no ..."

"Stop talking so much and hurry up!!"

The tank cover was opened and the young soldier's body was carried out. The one-eyed lieutenant's face turned very gloomy when he saw the open wound on the soldier's neck.

"Quickly inform the commander! There is someone in the camp..."

boom! ! ! ! !
There was a deafening roar, and a fireball rose into the sky in the northeast corner of the camp.

Both officers showed a look of horror on their faces.

"It's the oil depot! Put out the fire!"

At this time, the German camp was in chaos, with countless people running and shouting, because if the oil depot exploded as a whole, one-third of the camp would be involved, and almost all the nearby soldiers were involved in the firefighting work.

Metzer led his men to the scene of the incident, grabbed a soldier and asked, "What happened?! Where is the explosion and fire?!"

The soldier shook his head in panic, "I don't know, I just saw a big fire and a loud explosion."

Hundreds of people were busy for a long time, and finally found that the explosion point was an empty gasoline barrel outside the oil depot.

"A small amount of gasoline and explosives, combined with a large amount of sugar and saltpeter, the flames are loud, but they don't have much power. It seems that the spies are unable to sneak into the oil depot, so they are doing this trick outside to tire us out." The officer in charge made his own analysis.

"Is that all? A childish trick?" Metzer frowned deeply, and then the table knife with poison smeared on one side in the villa appeared in his mind.

"No! He wants to divert attention, muddy the waters, and go to the special weapons department. It's too late if you're late!" The one-eyed lieutenant ran again.

At this time, at the site where the poison gas bombs were stored, most of the soldiers ran to the oil depot to put out the fire, leaving only a few people looking worriedly at the flames rising in the sky.

A figure in uniform carrying a bucket suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Who! This is a restricted area! Stop!" the guard shouted.

"I know!" the person on the other side responded unhappily in German.

"The oil depot is on fire. The Colonel is afraid that something might go wrong here, so he asked us to pour water on it just in case." The man said, holding up the bucket in his hand.

Seeing that the other party had no weapons, several people felt relieved, and some began to take water-holding tools to help.

"Huh? What kind of water are you holding? Why does it smell weird?"

"No, the thing in his bucket is oil! He is..."

puff! ! !
A sharp scalpel flashed by, blood gushed out, and several people were killed by the knife without even being able to raise their guns at a distance of less than one meter.

He Chi took off his hood, poured gasoline on gas bottles with great effort, and then lit a cigarette.

click!
The sound of a pistol being loaded.

"Put your hands up! I caught you, a rat!" Metzer appeared behind him, panting.

(End of this chapter)