Chapter 19 Foreign Legion
The French Foreign Legion is a very special force. Its history can be traced back to the 18th century. The then King of France, Louis Philippe, wanted to solve the problem of insufficient frontline troops and high domestic crime rates. The question is, let a large number of prisoners and foreign personnel join this force, and promise to ignore past grudges, as long as you are willing to fight for the French army.
Over the past 100 years, this army has grown rapidly, and its composition has become more and more complex. There are foreigners, political prisoners, and criminal thieves, but there is always one kind of person who is the most numerous:
< br>The vast majority of foreign soldiers from the French colonies were black. Under the leadership of white officers, they formed "black infantry regiments" to attack the enemy for their "sovereign country".
The educational level of these soldiers is very low, the literacy rate is less than 5%, and they cannot even understand French. Many of them only obey the orders of their commanders using simple slogans.
Obviously, the guy in front of him belongs to this type of person, and the people on the side cannot communicate with him at all.
"Who knows him? Is there anyone who can communicate with him?" He Chi asked loudly around him.
No one responded, this soldier has no companions here at all.
"Soldier! As the commander, I order you to put down your weapons! Immediately!" the second lieutenant with the highest official rank among the wounded soldiers shouted to the black man.
As a result, the second lieutenant's words stimulated the giant man and directly triggered the opponent's attack.
Perhaps because he felt inconvenient, the giant man threw away the knife, put his fists together and smashed it like a battering ram.
The people in front of them immediately fled away, but Christine, who had difficulty moving, stayed where she was. She was so frightened that her face turned pale.
At the critical moment, He Chi got in between the two people, raised his arms to protect his upper body, and resisted the blow.
Bump! ! !
The giant man's fist hit He Chi's arm firmly.
He Chi felt that he had been hit by a truck. The overwhelming impact almost made his arms lose consciousness. He used the inertia of retreating to release part of the force and was not injured. However, he lost his balance and was thrown to his butt. Sitting on the ground.
"Raise the gun!" the second lieutenant ordered to the wounded soldier on the side.
"You can't shoot! If you attract the Germans, it's all over. You have to try to control him!" He Chi shouted, holding his arms.
"It's useless, he doesn't understand. He is an African-American Aboriginal auxiliary of the Foreign Legion. They only obey the orders of their immediate superiors." Christine shouted hiding behind He Chi.
“Wait a minute, you said he only listens to his superiors?”
"Yes! He only listens to the orders of his superiors." The female reporter repeated, and at this time, the black man pounced on him again.
The giant bear-like body rushed over, and the second lieutenant in the distance had no choice but to raise his loaded pistol.
The black hole of the gun was aimed at the soldier's head, and a fratricidal tragedy seemed to be about to happen.
Suddenly, the giant man stopped, without warning. .
Not only did he stop, he slowly bent down, knelt down, and finally prostrated on the ground, constantly making movements of obedience and worship, but the person he was facing turned out to be He who was sitting opposite. pool.
A collar badge was raised high one meter away in front of him. He Chi held on to his still trembling hands and gasped for air.
That is the collar badge of a sergeant of the French Foreign Legion.
"Huh~ It's so dangerous. It seems that his original superior's rank was not high. At least he still recognizes the sergeant's collar badge." He Chi said with heavy breaths.
At this time, someone realized that He Chi’s original military position was the French Foreign Legion.
But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the giant man kneeling on the ground shook his body and fell down, stirring up a large amount of dust and blood flowing out from under his body. People around looked at each other, but the nurses all turned their attention to He Chi.
"Okay" He Chi nodded reluctantly "I'll try my best"
The black soldier was very heavy, and it took four people to lift him to the "operating table". It was shabby. His clothes were cut open, and a long gash across his abdomen looked like it was caused by a bayonet.
The wound was deep and exposed internal organs could be seen inside.
This is much more serious than Christine's injury, and He Chi has no way to contact Mr. Constantine anymore.
"Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor" He Chi pondered for a moment and then raised the scalpel in his hand.
That night, the candlelight in the "operating room" was not extinguished all night.
Although He Chi had V2 level surgical treatment through his status as a disciple, he had no experience and made several mistakes in a row during the operation. This would have been fatal if it happened to other people, but this black man The soldier's vitality was so tenacious that he managed to survive without any blood transfusion.
Before dawn, He Chi completed the last crooked stitching. The jagged needle angles were as ugly as caterpillars, but the black soldier's breathing finally became steady.
At the same time, the system's voice rang in He Chi's ears, "The player has skipped a level and completed the treatment of a seriously injured person above V3, and will be rewarded with 10 silver coins."
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It was pouring rain outside. In the lounge, He Chi was leaning on a sofa and playing with the coins in his hand regularly. The small silver coins kept rolling in his fingers and then thrown into the sky. Then the coin suddenly disappeared in the air.
This is his recent discovery. After the time coin exceeds a certain number, it will automatically hide and only project the remaining number on his retina until it appears in his hand when needed.
“It’s so interesting, how did you do that?” came the surprised admiration of the woman behind her.
He Chi did not look back, because he knew that the only one who could come here when everyone was busy was the curious golden cat.
"It's just a little trick from the East. Miss Christine, your legs haven't healed yet and you should get more rest." He Chi changed the topic casually.
"I can move around carefully now, thanks to you. By the way, I haven't said thank you to you yet." The blond girl bent slightly and gave He Chi a feminine salute.
"It was just a fluke. I had no confidence at all at the time." He Chi thought he was telling the truth.
"It's not just you who helped me with the surgery. I heard the nurses talk about the situation at the beginning. If you didn't hold me, I would have rushed out by now, right? By the way, this is for you. "Kristen handed a cup into He Chi's hand.
Taking the cup and smelling it, He Chi found that it was actually wine.
"I can't drink now." He Chi pushed the cup back. Ever since the black soldier started, he now has to deal with injuries to wounded soldiers every day.
"It has been diluted. Margaret said that you have been too tired recently and need to rest. A small cup can help you relax. Don't worry, there is more. There is a wine cellar in the basement here, full of wine. A high degree of whiskey.”
Hearing this, He Chi did not refuse and took the cup and drank it in one gulp, while Kristine folded her legs and sat across from He Chi in a very elegant posture. .
Seeing her sitting posture, He Chi smiled slightly, "Madam, are you going to interview me?"
"Isn't it possible?" Christine gently held her hand with hers. Hair, really picked up his shorthand pen "We almost spent the last interview arguing, just help me make up for it."
"Yes, yes, but I'll probably have to wait until next time." He Chi smiled bitterly and turned his head out the window. In his eyes, a small German army was quickly approaching the manor.
(End of this chapter)