My own war game

Chapter 88: Showdown, I am from the 6th Division
In a country pasture, a cow was lowering its head to chew a dandelion. A rumbling sound was heard on the side of the road, and a truck rushed past with flying dust.

Bang! The car jolted violently, and the three people in the car were half a meter away from their seats and fell down again.

"He, can't you slow down? I'm still a wounded soldier." Montgomery complained.

He Chi didn't say anything, but continued to press the accelerator to the maximum. The seven or eight red symbols representing the German army in the 3D vision of his right eye had become a mess. There were German troops blocking them in at least three directions.

He seemed to have returned to the days in China more than a decade ago, when he often played a game in which being chased by the police was similar to the current situation.

Fortunately, the Netherlands had just been occupied at that time, and the local puppet police system had not been fully established. As an occupying force, they were not particularly familiar with the terrain without sufficient guides.

He Chi took advantage of the 3D map and sneaked out between several search teams.

As it got dark, a few people hid the car in a forest, counted the things they had, and held a small meeting.

"What should I do?" Hepburn raised her hand weakly. She had experienced too many unexpected changes today and now she felt like crying.

"Don't even think about going back. I'm afraid you have no choice but to follow us now." He Chi decided the girl's fate with just one sentence.

"Then where should we go next? It will not be safe here at daybreak." The major general also looked at the Oriental man.

"Well, Aida, let me ask you, can you contact the guerrillas?" Although he had already guessed the answer, He Chi still wanted to confirm it again.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I lied. I actually couldn't contact the guerrillas. In the past, they always came to me and just did things like delivering a message..." The girl said in a low voice with her head down.

"Then do you know where their main activity area is?" He Chi asked.

"That's true, but the area is quite large, I'm afraid..." The girl was a little worried.

"It's okay, just take us there and leave the rest to me." He Chi patted her shoulder and comforted her.
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It was late at night. At a small mill beside the Scheldt River, Rodman, the owner, had just used a pitchfork to feed the working animals some night feed and was getting ready to go to bed.

Just as I walked to the bedroom door, the kerosene lamp in the room suddenly lit up.

"You're back, Mr. Rodman." In the dim light, someone walked out from a dark corner.

"Who are you!" The tall Rodman raised the pitchfork in his hand and pointed it at the unidentified person.

"Time is tight, so I won't introduce myself slowly. I'll just listen to you. If I'm wrong, please correct me." Ignoring the pitchfork in the other person's hand, the unidentified person walked over and revealed an oriental face.

"You are a member of the local resistance organization. There are more than 30 of your companions in this area, and the four of you in this mill are all members. There is a hidden warehouse underneath here, which contains about half a ton of high explosives and a considerable amount of gasoline..."

The man thrust the pitchfork in his hand forward, aiming at the Oriental man's vital spot and stabbing him hard.

The Oriental man dodged slightly to the side and put the palm-sized knife in his hand directly against the opponent's throat.

"Who are you? SS? Or Gestapo? You don't want to know anything!" the man said in a hoarse voice.

"Don't worry, I have nothing to do with the Germans. If it were them, the thing pointed at you would be a submachine gun." The other party said in a calm tone, and then waved behind him, "Come out."

At this time, two more people stood up in the corner of the room, one was older and the other was a child. He knew the child and had passed on information to the grassroots team members before.

Did the girl leak the information? No way, the guerrillas had no one to contact these "child soldiers" face to face, and they couldn't possibly know the guerrilla base.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Your intelligence was given to me by someone more senior than you. Even your superiors may not know about it." The other party put away the knife in his hand.

"who are you?!"

"I'm an overseas intelligence officer of the British MI007. You don't need to tell me my name, you can call me codename . This time I need your people to help me." He Chi said nonsensically.

“I’ve never heard of 007.”

"Of course, this is because your level is too low." said the Oriental man arrogantly.

"I can't believe you!"

"In fact, you have no choice. Either believe me, or you will be exposed and shot by the Germans tomorrow. You don't think that the Germans won't be able to find a hiding place if you dig one at home, do you? Don't underestimate the intelligence personnel." The other party spoke in a decisive tone and then knocked on a wooden wall.

The man's face changed drastically. Behind the wooden wall was a shelter he had made himself.

This was the place he dug before joining the resistance movement, to hide his wife and children when everything was over. He never told anyone, not even his companions. How did this mysterious oriental man know this? ! !
The biggest secret in his heart was dug out, and the man gave up completely. He threw away the pitchfork in his hand and said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple. Help me prepare some things and a pass for entering and leaving. Don't tell me that you don't have such means to run an underground movement. That would be very disappointing to me."

"The pass is a precious thing. If you use it once, the line will be scrapped!"

"So what? What are you going to use it for? It's just to cause trouble for the Germans. Leave it to me, I will give the Germans a big surprise." The Oriental man said in a confident tone.

The man was silent for a moment, and finally made up his mind, "I'll prepare the things for you, but I have one condition."

"Tell me, I can't promise you."

"I want to be a part of your plan. I need to see with my own eyes what you are going to do."

Looking at the man in front of him, He Chi knew that he had probably touched the other party's bottom line, so he nodded and said, "Okay, but you have to listen to my instructions and don't cause me any trouble."

That night, the man quickly found what he needed and the precious pass, while He Chi spent the entire night fiddling with something in the other party's basement, from which there were crisp sounds of something colliding.

"He, you are not really Menzies's subordinate, are you?" Montgomery looked at the Oriental man with some suspicion. The other party actually pushed open a door and found the local guerrillas' lair, which made him suspect that this guy really had other sources of information.

"General, you'll know we've arrived when we get back." The Oriental man smiled mysteriously and did not comment.

In the eyes of Hepburn standing by, He Chi's back became more and more mysterious and tall.

　I almost didn't finish it, but I managed to catch up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)