Chapter 2 The Value of Time
Which one is yours?
Logically speaking, he is a laborer of the Allied Powers and should be with the French.
But the two people on the ground were about the same size, and their coats were already covered in mud. They were fighting each other like wild dogs in the tunnel. It was difficult to tell them apart based on their clothes.
In He Chi's eyes, there is no obvious difference in appearance between Germans and French.
Who should he help now?
“XXX!
"Damn it! It would be great if I could learn a few words of French during my electives." He Chi thought to himself.
“The player’s need for French learning has been detected. You can reach the relevant level by paying time coins, three copper coins V1 for entry, one silver coin V2 (one hundred coppers) for proficiency, one gold coin for V3 (one hundred silver) for master, and ten gold coins V4 Specialization, would you like to pay?" The machine-synthesized voice claiming to be the system sounded in my ears.
"Time coins?" He Chi thought again of the strange copper coins in his pocket.
"Learn French." He Chi tried to reply.
"Start to instill French information. Players have limited funds and pay the entry level by default."
A strange feeling flows in the body, and then the remaining three copper coins in the pocket also Gone.
Then He Chi began to understand some of the words shouted by the soldiers below.
"Help, help me...I%@!####"
The words that followed were too fast for He Chi to distinguish, but it was enough.
The one speaking below is French.
He Chi tightened the shovel in his hand, swallowed, and then swung it out with all his strength.
Phew! The shovel in his hand rushed towards the back of the German's head!
He Chi originally wanted to knock the opponent unconscious, but the German reacted and wanted to turn around and avoid it.
When the other party turned around, his neck came into close contact with the tip of the shovel swung by He Chi.
Squeak~, He Chi heard a sound like a balloon deflating. The other party held his throat and fell to the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Hoo~ha~~ho~" The French soldier who survived the disaster gasped for air, greedily inhaling the air smelling of gunpowder smoke, and did not stand up and face He Chi until a minute later.
"Thank you! Brother! I%@!####"
The French soldier said a lot of words excitedly, but He Chi only understood the first two words I can't understand the rest of the words at all.
But he didn't care about this now, because he felt that there was suddenly something round in his pocket.
“If you save a French soldier, you will be rewarded with a silver coin.”
Am I rewarded because I saved this guy’s life?
He Chi looked at the French soldiers who were still chattering, and had some kind of guess in his heart.
He thought silently in his mind, "Learn French and become proficient."
"Start instilling French information, level: proficient, one silver coin will be deducted from the player." A sudden voice sounded in his ears.
Time seemed to pause for a moment, and the silver coins that had just appeared in He Chi's pocket disappeared without a trace.
It’s amazing that the originally chaotic words in French people’s mouths began to become clear and clear.
"Brother! Thank you so much! I still have a fiancée in Paris waiting for me to go back. If it weren't for you, I would go to see God right now." The Frenchman excitedly held He Chi's hand Shaking vigorously, he expressed his gratitude somewhat incoherently.
He Chi, who was grabbed by the French and shaken by his hand, seemed unaware because his mind was running rapidly. He probably understood the function of the "coin" in his hand. As long as he paid a certain amount of this currency, he could control it. An ability that I don't know at all.
Before he could think about it, something unexpected happened!
At this time, there was a buzzing sound in the sky, and an Albatross triplane fighter plane painted with the Iron Cross logo swooped over here, flying closer and closer, and even He Chi could already see it Reflections on pilot's goggles.
The French threw He Chi to the ground!
Thud, tug, tug! ! ! !
The machine gun in front of the plane began to fire at the ground. He Chi was held down by the French, and his head was stuck in the soil of the trench like an ostrich. Bullets continued to hit the ground and the dust splashed on him fell on him.
A minute later, he was pulled out from the ground covered in dirt.
"It looks like we are even. Henry, the second lieutenant of the Army, is retreating to the second line." The Frenchman pointed at himself.
"He Chi, a Chinese worker, doesn't know where to go at the moment." He Chi also responded in French.
The other party was stunned after hearing this. He didn’t expect that the Oriental opposite could not only understand what he said, but also speak French very well. He could even hear a little bit of Lyonnais. accent.
This did not fit with the inherent impression in his mind that Chinese workers were dull, poor at communicating and illiterate.
The second lieutenant, who was a little surprised, thought for a moment and said to He Chi, "Then you come with me. We have received the order to retreat. Our control area is not far ahead. It is very Safe.”
The Frenchman was about to leave.
“Wait!”
He Chi called out to the other party, and the Frenchman stopped in confusion.
He Chi then pointed to the other side of the trench, where the German just now was lying on the ground with his face covered in blood, his face pale, and it seemed that he might die at any time.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Henry kicked the German on the ground to make him turn over, forcefully opened his fingers, roughly pulled out the rifle in his hand, and threw it to He Chi. "Here, we are short of manpower now, take this, and I will teach you how to use it later."
"That's not what I meant, he also..." He Chiben He came to say that he was still alive, but he stopped mid-sentence because a voice came to his ear, "The player has completed the achievement: first kill! Reward two silver coins."
He Chi's pocket Two more silver coins appeared out of thin air again, and at the same time, the German's chest had stopped rising and falling, his head tilted to one side, and the blood flowing out dyed the surrounding sand red.
He Chi leaned down and reached out to touch the artery in the other person's neck, tried his breathing again, and stood up silently.
The Germans died, died at his hands.
He killed someone
Just now, on the battlefield with a shovel in his hand.
He made money, two silver coins.
Human life has a price here.
A gust of wind smelling of gunpowder smoke and blood blew by, and He Chi felt a little cold on his body.
Seeing the bloody person lying on the ground, he felt chills in his heart. The guy in his ear called him a player, but was this really a game?
When he touched the German just now, he could even feel that the blood was still warm.
Under Henry's somewhat puzzled gaze, the Easterner silently took the rifle and took out a row of bullets from the corpse. He just pulled a torn blanket and covered the dead German before leaving. Give the deceased the last bit of dignity.
"Hey, man, I advise you not to be too nice to the Germans in normal times, they will treat you as a spy." Seeing He Chi's actions, Henry said half-jokingly.
He Chi nodded. He was not a sad person. Although he hated killing, if he had to fight face to face, he hoped that he would be the one who survived.
Just like that, he followed Lieutenant Henry into the tunnel, but the body that fell to the ground dozens of meters away disappeared from sight, leaving only the tinkling sound of two coins colliding in his ears.
(End of this chapter)