Chapter 182 Days of Patrol Next

"Pon!" A door was kicked open, and several soldiers rushed in, and then began to rummaging through the boxes. Roll away what you can take away as much as possible. Although the British army has swept it once, it is obvious that their work is very rough. There are also a lot of touching things left, which makes some brothers of E Company ecstatic.

"God, I like the Dutch. Look at Hooborough. How exquisite this clock is. Are the eyes of the British blind? Why don't you take it away?" Private Rod? Bain couldn't help exclaiming. Obviously, the good things left here were surprising.

Private Bradford? Freeman shook his head and said, "Rod, it's not the British's fault. Obviously, they can't take everything with them. But what I can't understand is why the Dutch didn't take all the valuable things away when they evacuated here? Or do they think that only Germans will do those German soldiers and Russian soldiers who will pry the door into the house, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and steal chickens and dogs. In fact, every American soldier I know has also developed such a habit.

"They misunderstood us, Radford." Hubler smiled, "Why do they think we are different from the Germans and the Russians? It's really puzable, but their misunderstanding does benefit us, doesn't it?" Hooborough took several bottles of brandy from the cellar of the farmhouse.

"It's great, brandy. I like it." At this time, Radford stretched out his hand to Hooborough, "Give me a bottle, Hooborough!"

"No, no, don't even think about it. We still have several farmhouses that we haven't found. There must be some there. At most, I'll let you go to the cellar first." Hubler quickly raised his hand, dodged Radford's hand, and shouted loudly, "Guys, hurry up. Let's replace the next batch. They must be impatiently waiting in the trench."

"Hey, guys, I found a basket of fruits. Who can help me?" Freeman shouted loudly and waved to them, Private Robert? Red stepped forward to help. They found a whole box of apples and pears. Obviously, these things made the soldiers ecstatic. They are tired of the British hodgepodge, disgusting things.

"Beautiful baby!" Hubler smiled, grabbed an apple, wiped it on his clothes, and took a bite.

Hubler, they returned with a full load. Of course, Muck's team also gained a lot. What's more surprising is that they also squeezed a lot of milk from the nearby cows and packed them in a kettle, which was the best thing.

"Milk, that's great." Picac made people angry, loaded the milk with a helmet, and cooked it on the fire. The rest of the people ate fruit and brandy brought back by Huber.

"This is life, Hooborough!" Freeman nibbled the apple in his mouth and then poured a sip of brandy. "The British should provide us with something better. Someone in a row got some rum, which is said to be in the supply of the British. It's really unfair."

"Why don't we report to the Welsh lieutenant? They can sit in a company with rum, maybe cigars, or steak or something. What a bad comparison!" Red muttered with some dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry about the people in the row, we'll have it, guys. Wait for the next one!" At this time, Tybert said, "Well, the party is over. We're going to patrol. Damn Germans always want to take advantage of it. Don't let them capture us all and become German prisoners when we are cooking milk!" With that, he stood up.

"Boom--" Suddenly, a loud noise exploded around.

"German shelling!" Picak roared loudly, and then he quickly lay on the ground and put his hands on his head. The helmet next to him, which was boiling milk, was kicked to the ground, and all the milk was spilled out.

"Damn it!" Picak looked at the fire gas in front of him, quickly climbed away, looked at the milk on the ground, and muttered fiercely, "Damn German!"

"Boom--" There were a few loud noises, which made the dirt on the trenches fall down one after another and fell into the brothers' necks and bodies. The apple that Hubler took a bite of his mouth was also covered with dirt.

"Bah!" He spit out the apple in one gulp and threw it far away.

Tubert lay on the edge of the trench, and then raised his head to look at the mud and stones splashed by the gunfire. Then he couldn't help shouting, "Germans, guys, come on, come on, the Germans are coming up."

"My rifle!" Freeman couldn't help shouting, "Damn it, who saw my rifle?"

"Find it yourself, don't get in the way!" Picak also got up, and then looked up at the front. A pair of German patrols began to grope this way at the moment of the shelling.

"Second-class soldier Jason? Folistan, contact the headquarters immediately, call the artillery, call the artillery!" Picak shouted loudly at the correspondent Fellstein.

"It's done, sir!" Forestein shouted loudly.

"Tybert, you report and ask for the support of the artillery!" Picac shouted at Tiberth.

"Damn it!" Tybert muttered in a low voice, "He forgot his position again." Despite this, he hurriedly got the result of the radio walker, and then shouted, "Ask for support, ask for support, E Company B calls E Company M, carry out artillery support to Huangyi District, add 100 yards, and three groups of intensive shooting. All effective attacks!"

"Boom!" The U.S. artillery began to attack, and soon the German attack was contained. Then they began to retreat, which was just their tentative attack. Once they encountered artillery fire or sniper, they would retreat. In turn, the U.S. military will also choose to test the attack, but once it encounters a sniper attack, it will return.

The German shelling stopped, and the Germans retreated. The brothers were relieved.

But everything changed. Everyone looked at the mess on the ground and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Damn the German!" Typert scolded.

"Obviously, our plan has been ruined!" Typert laughed and said, "It seems that we have to stew it again. But before that, we have to patrol first. We can't let the Germans drill our Confucius again. Damn, the front we defend is too long. This makes us tired to deal with it.

Didly, the Germans no longer acted rashly during the patrol. But the brothers will never relax their vigilance again. They patrolled the whole front once before they came back to change shifts.

Not long after, the second supply was also sent. This time, there was the long-awaited rum and milk that the brothers had been waiting for. This time it was sent as a supply, which was obviously very exciting. And they also found two baskets of fruits, which were taken from the local materials of the regiment. There were many apple trees and pear trees here, and it was a bumper harvest, and the Dutch were all gone, and the people of the regimental department took them as one of the food supplies according to local conditions.

"Why is there no coffee?" Red couldn't help shouting.

"Don't even think about it. They can't even supply coffee with those Colonel Sink of the regiment. How can there be ours? That's the privilege of an official. Fellstein couldn't help laughing and said, "Let's be practical. It's good enough now. I am very satisfied. Milk? I'm very satisfied with the milk. It's very good!"

"Okay, okay, guys! Don't talk about this. Finally, it's much better than the fourteen-in-one of the No. K dry food and the British all day long. Tybert nodded, and then he shouted at Muck, "Muck, Sergey, you two go to the west side of the defense line, Hubler, Radford, you two go to the north defense line, take the radio, and be notified in time if there is a situation."

"It's great. If the two of us hang up together, then no one will inform you!" Muck smiled, and then waved to Sergei, "Let's go, man!"

As soon as they walked out, the sky was covered with dark clouds. It's about to rain. The air was dull and depressing, making people a little breathless. Hooborough and Radford walked slowly along the road. They walked along the embankment and the winding path below.

Hubler looked at the sky and muttered, "This damn weather, it's going to rain. It seems that we are going to spend some time in the rain. Dude, have you brought your raincoat?

"No, how about you?" Radford shook his head and said.

Hubler shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What a good time!"

The two of them were talking together, and suddenly they said, "Boom!" The muffled sound. Radford suddenly threw away his rifle, then lay on the ground with his head in his arms, and shouted, "Polling, German shelling!"

Hooborough stood motionless and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, "Hey, Radford, you're too **. This is thunder, not the damn German cannon. God, I've had enough, but you still can't tell the difference between gunfire and thunder!"

Radford was a little embarrassed, so he got up scoldly and said with an embarrassed smile, "The Germans who killed me make my nerves tired every day. I really miss the day off.

"Me too, I like Paris! It's not the damn Netherlands!" Hubler nodded and agreed with him.

"Hey, Hubler, when will Company Chief Parks come back? Will he be a little lingering in Washington? Radford suddenly asked, "Now I really miss him a little!"

"Who said no?" Hubler couldn't help smiling, "If you follow the boss to do another task, it's really exciting. Dude, do you want to get a medal? Then follow the boss!"

"Head? Do you all call him the boss? Radford suddenly laughed, "I like this name. The boss? I really want to have such a chance. It's exciting enough to think about it.

"And medals!" Hubler smiled, and then took out a silver star medal from his backpack, "Look, Radford, what a beautiful baby! This is really a lifelong memory.

"Let me see!" Radford said as he was about to reach for it.

"No, no, don't get dirty!" Hubler flashed quickly, carefully put the medal into his backpack, and then smiled, "Don't worry, Lieutenant Parks is a company commander now, and you also have a chance, man. Sooner or later, there will be such a day."

(to be continued)