Chapter 181 The Days of Patrol on

The Welsh lieutenant arranged 2 and 3 platoons to patrol along the south side of the levee, and 1 platoon was on standby. He did not have enough troops to deploy the whole line of defense, so he arranged outposts at places where he thought the enemy was most likely to penetrate. He kept in touch with the outpost through radio, wired telephone and contact patrol. He also sent a three-person patrol to the river bank to observe the enemy's movements and act as front observers for the artillery. His command post is located in a village called Landwick.

Patrols are usually carried out at night. During the day, the brothers of Company E hide in the well-digged trenches. And during the day, it was a duel between the artillerymen, and the cannons of both sides kept bombing, blowing up the positions of the two sides into dust.

The soldiers of Company E hid in the trenches, enduring the deafening sound of cannons and the tremors when the earth was shelled. The war seemed to have entered the positional battle at the time of World War I. Both sides huddled in the position, and then the artillery fought against each other. And no one launched an attack. And there are no tanks on the island, so the target is too obvious and it is easy to become a target.

"This damn 88mm gun." When Christenson was patrolling along the embankment, he was shelled, so they stopped again and then clung to the ground of the embankment. Obviously, this was a rare night bombardment by the German army. Of course, they were also blindly looking for the target.

"The Germans are really rich, and their shells are almost endless!" Tebert was led by the patrol. He led the three rows of brothers to poked their heads between the gunfire to check the movements of the Germans.

"This is my most suffocated battle. I was only hit by shells, but I couldn't fight back! It feels really bad!" Christen shook his head.

"Boom!" A cannonball exploded not far away from them, and the raised soil fell one after another in the air, splashing all over some brothers, and someone immediately cursed!

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

All kinds of scolding came one after another. Obviously, the brothers were suffocated and wanted to vent. Just as the brothers kept cursing, a few more shells exploded beside them, and someone called "doctor" loudly. At this time, Huberaugh crawled over and said to Tebert, "Sergeant, Chian was injured. He was hit in the stomach by shrapnel. What should we do now?"

"Withdraw, Taibo, this damn place will bury us all sooner or later." Macron couldn't help shouting, "Decide early and don't let your brothers die here." The German gunfire is too fierce!"

Tubert looked back at the brothers. They all looked at themselves expectively and nodded, "Okay, guys, let's go back." Then he said to Hubler, "Bring Chien back, hurry up! Let's go."

The brothers in the third row, led by Taibo, returned to the original position. When they returned, the second row had already retreated to the position. From the beginning of the Germans' shelling, Lieutenant Picak's face was scapped by shells. So the panicked Lieutenant Picak ordered a retreat.

"Pon!" With a sound, the door of the company of Landwick Village was suddenly pushed open. Hubler and Pankara rushed in with Chien, then put him on the table and shouted, "We were attacked by German artillery fire. Chien was injured, Officer Luo!" He shouted. .

"Fang out of the way, get out of the way, let me have a look!" At this time, Eugene? Medical Officer Luo rushed in and separated the people around him. "Give it to me. Hu Bole helps me hold his hand. Hurry up!" Dr. Luo, "Have you been hit with morphine? How much morphine have you got? I want to know the situation!" Medical Officer Luo pressed Qi En's wound with one hand and asked.

"Fin, it seems to be one, no, no, maybe two!" Hooborough couldn't help saying.

"God, do you want to kill him?" Medical Officer Luo said angrily, "Are you still children? Why is there no common sense? Two morphins? God!"

"He can't stop hissing, so--" Hubler muttered. Obviously, he was disciplined by Luo's medical officer, and he couldn't react.

"Go to arrange the car. We need to take him to the rear." Medical Officer Luo didn't care about this.

"How's he?" Lieutenant Wales came over and took a look.

Medical Officer Luo nodded and said, "I can't die now, but if there is no car to take him to the rear, it's not good!" Lieutenant, I need a jeep.

"Malach, go to call a taxi, and send Qi En to the rear medical point with Luo's medical officer!" Wales shouted and then pulled Hubler aside and said, "Is there anything wrong with the position?"

"I don't know what's wrong. When we were patrolling, we were suddenly shelled by the Germans. They may have found us, or they may have fired randomly. Who knows? Hubler wiped his bloody hand on his body. "The German gunfire was so fierce that we retreated. It is said that Lieutenant Picak's second row was also fiercely shot by the Germans. Piccock's face was scratched, and they withdrew from the position earlier than us.

"Damn it!" Wales scolded and then said to Hubler, "Continue to patrol, let Tebert, and the second row is the same. If the Germans take this opportunity to attack us, we will lose our position."

"But - the Germans are shelling us, lieutenant, we have no choice." Hubler couldn't help muttering, "It's not a good idea to patrol under the gunfire of the Germans."

Wales said angrily, "We have no choice, Hubler. If the Germans attack, we will die ugly!" Don't hesitate. It's our duty."

"Okay!" Hooborough raised his hands, and then touched the position with his waist. Wales's order was conveyed, and although the brothers complained, they followed the order and continued to patrol along both sides.

The night was very difficult. The brothers of the two platoons in charge of the patrol advanced cautiously under the fierce fire of the Germans and monitored every move of the Germans. Obviously, the Germans did not intend to take advantage of the victory. They were just shelling indiscriminately, trying to cause damage to the U.S. military patrols in this way. But such blind shooting is as useless as hitting mosquitoes with anti-aircraft guns.

The German artillery seemed to be venting inexcable energy, and it seemed to be an upstart with a lot of shells. Their blind shooting never caused damage to the brothers of Company E, who had become cautious. At about three o'clock in the middle of the night, the shelling finally stopped, which made all the brothers involved in the patrol take a long breath.

They returned to the trench and slept in a daze for a while. At this time, they heard someone shouting loudly: "Hey, guys, your breakfast has arrived. What do you want to eat? Steak? Or a barbecue? Early in the morning, they were awakened by West's loud voice, Maraki and the company's cook Joseph? Domingos came with a truckload of supplies.

"Hey, do you need to supply No. K? West?" (West) Picak stepped forward, then asked his brothers to help unload the supplies, put them into the trench, and looked at the instructions on a box.

"Oh, no, British supply food?" Picak couldn't help shaking his head and complaining, "Does the 14-in-one food taste better than the K size in the United States?"

"Don't expect anything good. I've eaten this when I was in the company. I've never seen anything worse than this. To be honest, I'd rather gnaw our K-go dry food than use this thing to maintain my life." West shook his head and said, "But the rows of brothers came up with a good idea. They poured the contents into a jar and stewed it. It might taste better. This method is now given to you for free now. Of course, there is a better way, but there is a charge! Which one of you wants to listen? West stood next to the truck and looked at the sad brothers and couldn't help laughing.

"You'd better make a decision before I change my mind, Muck, don't look at me like that. I'm kind!" West looked at the brothers with some bad eyes and said in a panic.

"Take it, damn blackmailer. This is for you. Tell us earlier. It's good for you!" Christenson said fiercely to West, "It's better to do this before we change our minds!" With that, he ran over to a pack of cigarettes.

"Oh, British goods, this is not a good thing. Except for a little tobacco, it's all made of weeds. Is there anything better?" West suddenly looked up, looked at someone around, and quickly changed his words and said, "Okay, okay, we have something to say. I'll tell you, I'll give you this business for free!"

"Hurry up, don't be so wordy!" Muck snorted.

West nodded and said, "Well, the rows of brothers have found a good idea. You know, there are some villages nearby, and the Dutch have left. They have some things that they don't have time to take away. The British have searched once, but they will never take everything away. All the brothers are there. In some villages, some good wine, pickled meat and so on have been found, and of course, there are some other things, so guys can still find something you need before the rows of people turn over the villages!"

Muck couldn't help whistling.

"It's a good idea. We can leave some people here and continue to monitor the movement of the German army, and then the others take turns to go to those villages. How do we distribute what we find equally?" Chris Denson reacted quickly.

"Very good!" Muck raised his hand in favor.

Pikak looked at the British supplies in his hand and couldn't help nodding and said, "Okay, guys, let's take turns to go during the day. Then we will distribute it together in the evening.

No one objected to his opinion this time.

"God, platoon leader Picak finally made the right decision." Someone drew a cross on his chest.

In the end, Mourke and Hubler went to the Dutch villages in the rear with ten people and searched them. The remaining brothers turned their heads, Yorkshire pudding and oxtail soup into a big pot, and then endured the unpleasant smell of floating butter and kept stirring.

"Try it, our hodgepodge!"

"It's really unforgettable! I swear, this is the most unforgettable meal I have ever had." No, no, this doesn't mean that you have the most unforgettable meal. The most unforgettable thing is that in the future, we will all have to eat such things!"

(to be continued)