My own war game

Chapter 93 Memories with the smell of tobacco
"I'm Christine Sinniel!!"

A high-pitched female voice came from the driver's seat, startling the British envoy.

Charles de Gaulle had known his assistant for 20 years, and even in the most difficult times he had never seen her lose her composure like this.

But he could understand it, after all, the man named He Chi was once his savior.

It was he who passed the information about the other party's disappearance to Christine. He knew the position of the name Hechi in the girl's heart.

If it really is that person, he still owes him a thank you.

So he also stared at the radio, wanting to hear what the other side responded.

Zila~zila~ka~, the radio was interrupted.

The people on the plane looked at each other.

what is this?
"Don't worry, radio instability is common. Everything will be clear once we reach the ground." Charles de Gaulle comforted his assistant.

On the other side, on Henk 111, Montgomery looked at the radio that was no longer communicating, was silent for a moment and said: "He, do you have a story to tell me?"

"Indeed, but that story is a bit long. I'll explain it once I'm settled."

.........

The air raid alarm was sounded over London, and a German medium bomber broke into the capital's air defense circle.

This made the air defense force terrified. Although the Germans had gained a great advantage on the opposite side, the situation had deteriorated to the point that the other side dared to break in blatantly in broad daylight?
Citizens who did not know the truth looked up at the sky and pointed at the bomber painted with a swastika. Some children playing on the street were quickly carried home by their parents.

At the airport, two Spitfire fighters were ready and the Royal Air Force was about to take off urgently.

At this time, a communication with our own identification code came from the sky, informing the ground that the person driving the bomber was one of our own, and specifically pointed out that Major General Montgomery was also on board and needed to land nearby.

Despite this, the area around the airport was on high alert. A battalion of soldiers set up guard all around the runway, and the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau personally led a team to the scene, fearing that something might go wrong.

The L-14 transport plane descended first and slowly stopped on the runway.

De Gaulle rarely saw nervousness on his assistant's face.

Kristen was seen looking outside constantly, making small movements of adjusting her clothes with her hands, occasionally hooking the ends of her golden hair with her fingers, and when she found there were hooks on her stockings, she tried to pull down her skirt to cover them.

While waiting for Henk 111 to land, his capable adjutant disappeared, and now Christine was like a nervous little girl waiting for her first date.

At the same time, the Heinke 111 bomber finished taxiing and stopped on another spare runway.

The moment the plane came to a complete stop, a large number of military and police officers rushed up and surrounded the plane. The soldiers, armed with live ammunition, guarded the surroundings.

Christine hurried over with her skirt lifted up but was blocked outside. No matter how she communicated with the guards, those rigid British people refused to let her in.

So she could only stand outside the fence, tiptoeing and looking around anxiously.

She had never been so nervous and anxious before.

The cabin door opened and someone got off the plane!

Surrounded by military and police, she could only make out a blurry silhouette, which began to overlap with the appearance of someone else.

A government car drove in front of her and stopped in front of the plane. Several people in windbreakers got off.

"Hey! What are you doing? I'm Army Major General Montgomery. Don't you bastards recognize us?! Menzies, look at what your men have done?!" The major general, whose weapons had been confiscated, yelled at the officers of the Sixth Department.

"Be quiet. I'll return it to you after you explain everything clearly." Meng Xisi, the head of the Sixth Department, did not give this colleague any face at all.

Then he walked in front of He Chi and looked at the Oriental man. "You have to go with us, just routine matters, is that ok?"

He Chi nodded. They had caused a big fuss by flying a German plane, so necessary inquiries would definitely be made.

Someone was about to handcuff him, but Menzies waved his hand and said, "That's not necessary."

What about this little girl? Someone pointed at the tomboy Hepburn. "Let him follow me." Montgomery pulled Hepburn to his side.

Under the escort of the agents, several people walked towards a car in the distance.

Christine's palms began to sweat. In order to calm herself down, she took out her ladies' cigarettes, lit one with trembling hands and put it in her lips.

Closer and closer, the crowd walked towards Christine, and the girl almost leaned her body over the railing.

She saw the Orientals surrounded.

It was a completely unfamiliar young face.

not him.

Christine felt something grip her heart, and disappointment and loneliness were written all over the blonde's face.

A gust of wind blew, and some leaves brushed across the man's face. He turned his head slightly.

The two people looked at each other.

"Sorry, can you wait a moment?" He Chi said to the agent beside him.

"what's up?"

"One minute, I'll be right back." After saying that, He Chi walked straight towards the girl by the fence. The agent beside him hesitated for a moment but did not stop him.

Christine watched this completely strange man slowly walk towards her, but her heart was no longer moved.

never mind…

"Ma'am, can you give me a cigarette? Black Cat brand is best."

Christine was stunned. Since that night, she had only smoked Black Cat brand cigarettes for the past twenty years.

Is it...

Thinking of a possibility, the girl took out a Black Cat cigarette with slightly trembling hands and handed it to the other party.

"Can I borrow a light?" the man asked as if he was chatting with an old friend.

Christine frantically went to look for a match, but she found that the other person also picked up a cigarette with his fingers and leaned over, and the two tobaccos touched...

After a while, the cigarette in the man's mouth burned and he exhaled deeply.

This kind of behavior towards fire is considered vulgar among men and excessive in front of women, but Christine became excited.

Twenty years ago, she and he were in that small attic, sitting quietly in the same room, sharing two Black Cat cigarettes with the same action.

"I'll keep a lady's secret."

Leaving these words, the young Oriental man turned and left with the other agents.

Tears slid down the girl's cheeks, and Christine squatted down with her face covered.

She sobbed softly and finally burst into tears.

"He remembered!"

"He remembered!"

Once when she was smoking, she said to him, "This is a lady's little secret, please keep it secret for me."

It has been exactly twenty years since this sentence was said.

There was once a proverb in French folklore:
Where a woman's secret is, there is her heart.

(End of this chapter)