Chương 16: Cook plus pig butcher plus foot masseuse
Wang Weiyu suddenly halted.
He signaled, and silently everyone withdrew their grenades. Rommel hesitated briefly, then followed suit, pulling out his grenade.
Not a soul stirred, not a sound was made.
Rommel found himself somewhat in awe of the soldiers from the Third Platoon; this solemn discipline wasn't merely trained, it was cultivated in battle and had already become ingrained in their blood.
Wang Weiyu gestured to Bonkurele beside him, who swiftly signaled to Stikele next to him...
This was the command.
Wang Weiyu ignited the fuse, and the German soldiers all followed suit.
"One, two, three..." Wang Weiyu silently counted to three in his mind, then forcefully hurled the grenade.
Almost simultaneously, twenty German soldiers threw their grenades, while Rommel, participating in this type of action for the first time, moved a bit slower.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Countless explosions erupted, engulfing the British positions in flames. The sounds of agony instantly reached the ears of every German soldier.
"For the Greater Germany!" Wang Weiyu stood up first.
"For the Greater Germany!" All the German soldiers stood up.
Wang Weiyu charged into the position, his Bergmann MP18 submachine gun spewing forth a dreadful tongue of fire, bullets whirling through the surviving British soldiers amidst the grenade explosions.
Twenty-two grenades falling into the British position without any defense, what a terrifying toll they took!
The British, not yet awakened from the threat of death, quickly fell victim to the scythe of death once again.
Especially the Bergmann MP18 submachine gun, its rapid lethality was simply shocking. The barely-standing British, unable to steady themselves, were mercilessly deprived of their lives by the bullets.
Stikele rushed forward, seeing a wounded British soldier staggering to his feet, he raised the butt of his gun and smashed it down with force, instantly splattering the British's head with blood and brain matter.
Rommel charged in, injuring any target he could see with his pistol.
Even Hitler rushed in, the diminutive German soldier no longer showing any signs of fear or nervousness as before. He spotted a British soldier attempting to lunge at Bonkurele, who had his back turned, and without hesitation, Hitler took his life with a single bullet.
The battle was intense but brief. British soldiers, dazed and disoriented by grenade explosions, were swiftly harvested by the advancing Germans.
Those who remained had completely lost the courage to continue fighting and scrambled out of their positions.
Miraculously, a position defended by a British company with heavy machine guns, named "Position G", was seized by only twenty Germans.
Forty-three British soldiers were killed, eleven were captured, and the British company was effectively destroyed. Even more astonishingly, only one person participating in the night raid was killed, with two wounded.
The creator of this miracle was Lieutenant Ernst Brehm of the Third Company!
Rommel was astonished. He couldn't imagine Lieutenant Ernst Brehm leading such a small group to create such a miracle.
Wang Wei-yu also felt fortunate. Of course, with this lesson learned, the British would surely be more cautious, and a repeat of such an event would be unlikely.
"Hey, Lieutenant, come over here and take a look, we've captured someone from the East," Bunker Rayleigh's voice came over.
Someone from the East? Wang Wei-yu was curious. As he walked over, he saw, to his surprise, a Chinese man from the man's attire!
A Chinese laborer from the Chinese Labor Corps? This thought immediately crossed Wang Wei-yu's mind.
After the outbreak of the First World War, in order to release more Europeans from industrial labor to go to the front lines, Britain and France turned their attention to the cheap and abundant labor resources in China, hoping that Chinese workers could go to Europe to support the Allied Powers in combat.
Thus, a large-scale recruitment campaign for laborers quietly began in the Far East, where the Germans were preoccupied.
Due to the Beiyang government's reluctance to offend the Germans, these recruitment plans were initially semi-official. In May 1916, the first batch of Chinese laborers arrived at the port of Marseille, France.
According to the initial agreement, the work of the Chinese laborers was supposed to be non-combatant, but in reality, their work was almost always on the front lines. Whether on the front lines or in the rear, Chinese laborers undertook the most arduous and demanding tasks.
The man in front of him was undoubtedly one of these laborers!
"I am German officer Ernst Brehm, who are you?" Wang Wei-yu began to speak in Chinese.
The Chinese man and the surrounding Germans evidently did not expect the lieutenant to speak Chinese. They all appeared exceptionally curious. The Chinese man remained silent for a moment before replying, "I am Guo Yunfeng, a laborer from the Chinese Labor Corps."
Confirming his judgment, he was indeed a laborer.
It was not uncommon for laborers to be sent to the front lines, and Wang Wei-yu was about to continue questioning when Bunker Rayleigh, the first to notice the man, came over with a bag in hand. "Lieutenant, this was confiscated from him."
After inspecting the bag, which contained tobacco leaves, a pipe, and most notably, four knives with sheaths, Wang Wei-yu's expression turned serious.
Taking out the first knife, it was a kitchen knife; the second knife, if Wang Wei-yu wasn't mistaken, was a butcher's boning knife used for slaughtering pigs; the third knife... this... was it a pedicure knife?
Was this man not only a cook and a pig butcher but also a foot masseur? Were these laborers just his side job?
Wang Wei-yu couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. However, as he drew out the fourth knife, his expression became grave.
The fourth knife was a sharp dagger. With one stab, it could easily take the life of an opponent.
"What's the story behind these knives?" Wang Wei-yu asked as he collected all the knives.
"I'm from Shandong. I heard there was a lot of money to be made in France, so I signed up," Guo Yunfeng said sullenly.
"My dad is a cook, my godfather is a pig butcher, and my grandfather is a foot masseur. They all wanted me to learn, so I learned everything."
"And the dagger?" Wang Wei-yu asked, his tone serious.
"I found that dagger, really found it. I like playing with knives in my spare time, and I'm good at it. When I saw this dagger, I liked it, so I secretly kept it when I found it yesterday."
"Good at playing with knives?" Wang Wei-yu became interested. "Show me how good you are."
"Sure thing!" Guo Yunfeng readily agreed.
Pointing ahead, Wang Wei-yu said, "That target over there, show me what you can do."
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