Chapter 22 Meeting an old friend in a foreign land?


Chapter 22 Meeting an old friend in a foreign land?

"So that's it. Please cooperate with us. We German soldiers will not disturb the well-meaning residents." The German officer said to He Chi and several others in front of the mansion.

The legendary German soldiers who chose and ate people were so easy to talk to. It sounds like a fantasy, but it actually happened. The reason is that He Chi’s story was well written.

He claimed that the mistress of the manor was a Prussian aristocratic lady who was married to France, and now lives here as a widow. He was the attendant who grew up with him, and is currently the housekeeper of this mansion.

It sounds reasonable, because German aristocrats are nicknamed "European relatives". Historically, there were many female German aristocrats who married into other countries. Even the royal monarchs of the Hanoverian Dynasty in the UK were Germans. Meeting fellow Germans during the war was the norm in continental Europe at that time.

On behalf of his hostess, he warmly welcomed the "fellow villagers" to his home.

"Wipe all the mud off your boots! Cheer up! Remember, German soldiers must be well behaved and well-educated!" The lieutenant himself also tightened his disciplinary buckle, when the soldiers looked excited After entering the house, Adjutant Metzer stood at the door and did not move.

"What's wrong? Metzel, is there something wrong?" Hans came over and asked.

"No, at least it doesn't look like it's fake now." The second lieutenant, who was born in a small noble family, pondered for a moment. "The way he walks is in line with the habits of an old-fashioned attendant. His German is very proficient, and it doesn't look like he learned it from a spy." There is no flat pronunciation, but I don’t know why, I just feel that there is something wrong, but I can’t explain it.”

“What about your suggestion?” Hans has been with his assistant for a while, and he still trusts it. the other party’s judgment.

"When you go in, you and I will each lead a team of soldiers. We should stagger the times for eating and resting. Pay more attention to the housekeeper. If there is a flaw, it must be on him." The second lieutenant made what he thought was a foolproof arrangement.

Later, in the manor.

"Please rest peacefully. I'll go and see how the kitchen is preparing dinner?" He Chi straightened his coat, performed a standard waiter's courtesy, and slowly left the hall. The silver coin hanging there had long since disappeared.

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Walking to the kitchen, Margaret was boiling a pot by the stove, and kept stepping on the bellows.

"How are you preparing the food?" He Chi opened the kitchen door and asked.

"Potato soup, fruit pie, smoked fish, and red wine. We managed to get these together. They are better than what the officers eat. It is a pity for the Germans." Camille stood aside. He answered with a pout.

Looking at the dishes on the table, which were considered rich for ordinary people, He Chi shook his head, "No, it's best to have a rich dinner that will surprise the Germans and make them forget to be wary."

"Then What should we do? We have done our best," Camille said unhappily.

Looking at the remaining ingredients, He Chi turned around and said softly to a few people, "Thank you for your hard work. You go out first and leave the rest to me."

A coin slipped into his hand again and disappeared.

He Chi picked up the knife on the table and put down a few small red mushrooms he collected casually in the forest with his other hand.

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At night, in front of the fireplace in the manor, two large portions of traditional German dishes appeared on the dining table - roasted Crispy pork knuckle, the right heat makes the skin of the pork knuckle dye an attractive dark red color, and the crisp sound of the knife when cutting the roast becomes the most pleasant music in the ears of the soldiers.

The German soldiers who were drying their clothes sat around the dining table. Each one of them sat upright and tried to maintain a good spirit. However, their excited eyes and constantly moving Adam's apple revealed their true thoughts.

In this war-torn era, having a sip of hot soup is already a dream. No one would have thought that you could eat such luxurious delicacies from your hometown in a foreign country.

At the same time, through a wall, the French soldiers hiding in the storage room quietly observed the room through the small hole. "The Germans have fallen into a trap, let's do it?!" Some soldiers couldn't stand it anymore when they saw the situation inside, and they tightened their weapons.

"Wait, it's not time yet, the Germans haven't put down their guard yet." The more experienced veteran pointed to several corners of the room.

Sure enough, not all the soldiers sat down to prepare for the meal. At least five people, including the second lieutenant, were missing, and there were only four sentries outside. It was obvious that the German commander not only paid attention to the sentries, but even sent out sentries. A secret whistle.

Although the other German soldiers in the room had already sat down, almost all of them had their weapons within reach.

Once a conflict breaks out at this time, they are sure to kill the Germans in one fell swoop, but it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no casualties under the opponent's resistance. It will be even more troublesome if another one is let go.

"Believe in He and wait for his signal. After all, he has too many surprises for us." The veteran said while looking outside.

"I'm sorry, the food that can be eaten at this time is really limited. I can't entertain guests from far away with the most sumptuous hometown dishes because I am unable to do so." He Chi bowed slightly and expressed himself elegantly Apologizing, he calmly divided the main dishes on the table, cut them into small pieces one by one, and distributed them to each soldier.

"Please don't say that. We are very touched to be able to eat hometown food here. If you don't want to be presumptuous, can you please come out and I can thank you in person." After Hans thanked him with a standard military salute, he asked for a meeting without leaving any trace. Meet the owner.

"My master has been very weak these years and I'm afraid I won't be able to receive guests for a long time." He Chi was trying to buy some time for Christine.

"It's just a meeting, I want to express my gratitude in person. Or is it really inconvenient for your master?" Second Lieutenant Metzer walked in from the door at this time, with a vague tone of doubt in his words, and he put his hand down. Next to the holster on his waist.

"Please wait a moment." He Chi bowed slightly and apologized as usual, but his other hand secretly groped for the pistol hidden under the tray.

Margaret was putting the fish on the table, her eyes intentionally or unintentionally looking at the neck of the German next to her.

Camille took small steps and turned behind a soldier, aiming the tin kettle in her hand at the soldier's head.

Second Lieutenant Metzel looked at the surrounding situation with cold eyes.

"Sorry to keep the guests waiting." A pleasant female voice sounded from above, breaking the silent atmosphere.

Everyone in the hall raised their heads, and a door at the corner of the second floor was opened.

The first thing to step out of the door were women's flat shoes with gold foil on them. The small toes were painted with a bright red khaki that made people dream but didn't look slutty. Her long golden hair was spread softly on her shoulders. With charming blue eyes like stars, Christine appeared in front of everyone wearing a light pink dress

At this time, Christine was like an elegant jungle elf in a fairy tale. The way she slowly walked down the stairs attracted the attention of all the men present.

"Kristen, calm down! You had the best performance in school." The female reporter kept thinking silently in her heart as she walked down the stairs, and then leaned towards the German commander without leaving a trace.

Just when there were still two or three stairs left, Christine's feet softened just in time, and her slim body leaned towards the other party.

(End of this chapter)

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