Chapter 4 Harvest
Boom! ! !
The power of the grenade explosion lifted up the broken soil in the tunnel, and the soil mixed with fragments hit the two people. The tinnitus accompanied by the whooshing sound played a symphony in He Chi's ears.
Poof! He Chi's thigh seemed to have been bitten by an insect, and then a hot burning sensation came up from underneath his body.
The air wave pushed him to the wall, and the huge push caused his head to hit the rock wall of the tunnel heavily.
In his hazy vision, he saw two soldiers wearing French uniforms approaching.
He Chi forgot that he now entered the French position wearing a German helmet.
"Fuck!" This was the last word He Chi said before losing consciousness.
The voices in his ears became clearer and clearer. He Chi tried his best to open his eyes and found that he was lying on a hospital bed with red cross signs around him and a hand pulled up in the air in the distance. There are strips of straps hanging on the hemp rope that are being dried.
This seems to be a field hospital.
He Chi tried to sit up by himself, but a feeling of dizziness made him fall back to the bed.
"You're awake, lucky guy." A rough voice came from behind.
He Chi looked back and saw a middle-aged man wearing a blue woolen coat standing behind him. He was very fat and the buttons on his abdomen were tight.
Although I don’t know the other party’s military rank, judging from the attitude of the people on the sidelines, he should be a senior official in this place.
"Introduce yourself, Pierre Dupont. You can call me Pierre. I am the supreme commander here. I heard that you know French, right?" The other party pulled up a chair and looked after himself. He sat aside.
"Yes, sir, I know a little bit." He Chi nodded and answered in French.
"Very good. Henry told me about your performance on the battlefield before. I believe you are a smart man." The other party took out a pipe from his pocket, stuffed the tobacco, pulled out a match and put the pipe ignite.
Then Pierre took out something and put it in front of He Chi. "Is this yours?"
He Chi looked at it and saw that what the other person was holding was his own labor. Pierre picked up the labor certificate, raised his pipe and leaned towards it. The contents inside The sparks quickly ignited the document, and soon it was on fire.
The small flame quickly expanded, but within a minute or so the entire document was completely burned.
He Chi looked at the things turned to ashes on the ground and frowned, "Sir, what does this mean?"
"From now on, you are no longer a laborer from China. But a glorious French Foreign Legion soldier." Pierre kicked off the ashes on the ground and handed over an application form that read "Voluntarily join the foreign army. Regiment application"
"Sir, I don't understand..."
"Well, let me make a long story short, we suffered some losses at the hands of the Germans in the previous battle, and the regiment in your position was completely The army was wiped out, and you and Henry are the only ones who survived and escaped." The fat commander held the pipe in his mouth and crossed his hands.
He Chi nodded, his expression thoughtful. Pierre looked at He Chi's expression and nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, as I said before, you are a smart man, I can make it clearer."
< br>"Three days ago, our British allies sent a reporter to conduct battlefield interviews. When you escaped back, no one could see your face clearly because it was dark. What we reported was that two brave French soldiers shot and killed a man. The German platoon successfully returned to the camp, and the news had already It’s in the newspaper, do you know what I mean?”
Pierre handed over a page of The Times, and in the middle of the third page it was written, “The German army is unable to move forward on the line of the Somme, and the two Frenchmen are unable to move.” Army soldiers wiped out dozens of enemies》
“If other people knew that the heroic French soldier in the report was actually just a civilian husband on the battlefield, the face of the War Department would become as worthless as the gypsy bitch in the alley of the Seine.”
Pierre pushed the application form forward as he spoke
"It would be different if this person was a fighter who yearned for French culture and voluntarily joined the Foreign Legion to fight for freedom. This kind of bravery across races It can be called romantic, and you will find it in Paris Countless girls are fascinated by you.”
Obviously, Commander Pierre is trying to impress himself, and his tone is the same as those in China who shout “I’ll give you a salary increase at the end of the year.” The executives are exactly the same, but this does not affect He Chi's judgment of the situation.
He Chi nodded, "I understand what you mean, but I still want to ask, do I have a choice?"
"Of course, of course!" Pierre He smiled and patted his shoulder.
"France is a free country. You have the right to make your choice without interference, but if you insist on doing this, I have to express a certain degree of regret." At this point, the fat man patted his waist intentionally or unintentionally. The gun on it.
Is it a blatant threat? He Chi pondered for a moment and felt that he had nothing to lose. Then he took the order and looked at it before signing his name on it.
The fat commander showed a satisfied expression on his face, "Okay, welcome to join the Foreign Legion and fight for France. The quartermaster will give you a set of suitable equipment in a while."
Pierre stood up happily, and then turned around as if he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, you just came off the battlefield." You need a good rest, so please don't wander around. The activity area is limited to this field hospital."
"Don't worry, I have made an agreement with the person in charge here, and there will be no trouble. You deserve the bonus for your last fight, and trust me, you’ll feel great when you see that number.”
Pierre dropped an envelope, laughed and left.
He Chi opened the envelope and found two things inside. The first one was a Foreign Legion collar badge with the rank of sergeant, and the second thing was a full 5,000 francs. This was a lot of money. Big money. (At that time, the monthly salary of French workers was 100-200 francs)
In order to cover up the failure on the front line, this French bureaucrat pulled and beat himself. He raised the stick high enough and gave the dates sweet enough. The military position of sergeant Regardless of whether they are fake or not, at least these francs are real hard currency in this era.
But what do you need money for?
The money cannot be taken out of the copy.
Just as He Chi was thinking this, the envelope in his hand changed, and 5,000 francs slowly turned into five shining silver coins before his eyes and fell into his palm.
At the same time, the cold voice of the system came to his ears, "The player successfully survived in the dungeon for 72 hours, met the clearance conditions, and earned 5 silver coins per hour, which is greater than the guaranteed amount. The first stage of the dungeon is over. The next time you enter the instance will be one week later, and the teleportation process will begin!”
Then the scenery around him began to change.
(End of this chapter)