Chapter 57 Fire
The body of the young German soldier had begun to grow cold.
Sighing lightly, looking at the other party's immature face, He Chi shook his head helplessly.
If in peaceful times, he was just a high school student, he might still be thinking of ways to please the girl he likes every day.
But He Chi had no choice. If he showed mercy, he would be the one who died.
With a faint smell of blood still lingering around, He Chi dragged the soldier's body, opened the tank lid and pushed the soldier in.
The last two copper coins appeared in the hand, and a 3D view of the German camp slowly unfolded.
This is a huge camp with at least 3,000 people together. Dense red dots are scattered everywhere in the field of vision. About 800 meters away from him, there are dozens of people guarding a row of tents. Hundreds of round gas bottles.
This is his goal.
Picking up his backpack, He Chi counted the supplies inside, including a bottle filled with tinder, a captured Mauser rifle, and then four sharp surgical knives.
There was the sound of footsteps. He Chi hid himself in the darkness, and a patrol team of 5 people walked over.
88, 89, 90... He Chi counted down silently in his heart. When the team passed by nearby for the second time, He Chi seized the opportunity to press the brim of his hat, picked up his rifle and followed.
The patrol did not know that someone was following behind them, and in the eyes of others, this soldier was also a member of the patrol, but he was just walking a little slower and lagging behind.
He Chi broke away from the team at the next intersection, and then followed the next patrol again, constantly approaching his target.
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It was getting dark, and the German positions hung up lights.
"I'm back, man, are there any cigarettes?" The junior officer in charge of the trailer opened the tent and greeted his companions.
To make room for chemical weapons, the German army's garrison was compressed, so many of their low-level officers needed to share a tent with two people.
“It’s all here, take it.” The newly moved one-eyed roommate who wore an eyepatch and was not good at talking casually pushed a box of ten cigarettes to him.
The officer took the cigarette and found that none of it was moved.
The officer lit one in his mouth, puffed out the smoke happily and asked, "Don't you smoke?"
"What I need now is calm thinking, not paralysis." The one-eyed second lieutenant shook his head and then reminded, " A fireworks ban has just been enacted in the campground. Please pay attention. Be careful and turn it off when you go out."
"You are too cautious. After all, the place you need to pay attention to is still more than a thousand meters away from us..."
"Please don't pass on military secrets. Keep it on your lips." The one-eyed lieutenant interrupted the officer.
The atmosphere in the tent became awkward. Although the officer felt uncomfortable, he knew that his roommate was just being too rigid and was not targeting him.
So he put away the cigarette and put it out. "Okay, I originally wanted to relax after dragging the tank back today. I'll listen to you. I'll quit smoking today."
"Wait, what did you say?" One-eyed Second Lieutenant Turned around suddenly.
"Um, I said quit smoking today."
"No, another sentence."
"I dragged the tank back today and wanted to relax." The officer answered without knowing why. road.
"You dragged the tank back today?!"
"Uh, yes, just now!"
"Was the resistance encountered strong? Was the loss of personnel large? Why did I Didn't you hear the gunfire?" the second lieutenant asked seriously.
"Because we were not blocked, the whole process went smoothly..." The officer scratched his head. He didn't understand why his roommate suddenly became nervous.
“It doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t make sense,” the one-eyed ensign said to himself nervously.
"Those flying Molotov cocktails are just a little trick. He can't defend the tank again. Even if he doesn't destroy the tank, he should at least interfere with it. But he didn't do anything? Why?!"
The one-eyed second lieutenant suddenly turned around in excitement. "Where is the tank? Bring me and you to have a look!"
After that, he rushed out the door alone, and his companions behind him had no choice but to pick up their weapons and follow. After a while, two people and soldiers appeared on the Mark IV tank. The black tank with a burnt exterior parked there quietly.
“Look, isn’t this nothing?” The companion tried to calm down Metzer, but was pushed away by the one-eyed ensign.
The second lieutenant approached the tank, lowered his head and bent down. Then he twisted the metal outer wall of the tank with his hand, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.
It’s blood, fresh.
"Open the lid!" the one-eyed ensign yelled.
“But, it’s not inside yet…”
“Stop being so long, hurry up!!”
The tank lid was opened and the young soldier's body was taken out. The one-eyed second lieutenant's face became gloomy when he saw the open wound on the other's neck.
"Inform the commander quickly! There is something in the camp..."
Boom! ! ! ! !
A shocking loud noise, accompanied by a soaring fireball, rose in the northeast corner of the camp.
Both officers had a look of horror on their faces
"It's an oil depot! Put out the fire quickly!"
At this time, the German camp was already in chaos, and countless people were running and shouting, because if the oil depot exploded as a whole, one-third of the camp would be involved, almost All nearby soldiers joined in fighting the fire.
Metzel and others ran to the scene of the incident, grabbed a soldier and asked, "What happened?! Where was the explosion and fire?!"
The soldier shook his head in panic, "I don't know. , I saw a big fire and a loud explosion."
Hundreds of people were busy for a long time, and finally discovered that the explosion point turned out to be an empty gasoline barrel outside the oil depot.
"A small amount of gasoline and explosives, coupled with a large amount of sugar and saltpeter, the flames are loud but not very powerful. It seems that the spies are not capable of sneaking into the oil depot and just doing this kind of trick outside to tire us out." The officer leading the team made his own decision. analysis.
"Is it just that? A trick like a child's?" Metzer frowned deeply, and then what appeared in his mind was the table knife with poison on one side in the villa.
"No! He wants to divert attention, muddy the water, and go to the special weapons. If it's too late, it'll be too late!" The one-eyed second lieutenant started running again.
At this time, where the gas bombs were stored, most of the soldiers ran to the oil depot to put out the fire, leaving only a few people looking worriedly at the rising flames on the horizon.
A figure wearing a uniform and carrying a bucket suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Who! This is a restricted area! Stop!" the guard shouted.
“I know!” the person opposite responded angrily in German.
"The oil depot is on fire. Mr. Colonel is afraid that something will go wrong here, so he asked us to water it just in case." The visitor raised the bucket in his hand and said.
Seeing that the opponent had no weapons, several people felt relieved, and some people also started to get water-holding tools to prepare to help.
"Huh? What kind of water are you filling? Why does it smell weird?"
"No, the thing in his bucket is oil! He is..."
Poof! ! !
The sharp scalpel flashed past, and blood spurted out. At a distance of less than one meter, several people became dead souls under the knife without even being able to raise their guns.
He Chi took off the hood on his head, poured gasoline on each gas bottle with difficulty, and then lit a cigarette.
Crack!
The sound of a pistol being cocked.
"Hands up! I've caught you, rat!" A panting Metzel appeared behind him.
(End of this chapter)