When the barbecue began to steam, Zhao Fugui took a small half bottle of wine and sprinkled it on several dogs, and suddenly a kind of wine aroma and the fragrance of dog meat spread throughout the house, attracting several soldiers from other companies passing by outside.

The aroma of dog meat and the smell of wine, stirring the sense of smell and taste of every soldier, can drink a sip of spicy wine in the cold winter night, eat a mouthful of slightly hot mouth, have to roll in the mouth a few times before daring to chew dog meat, for the soldiers at this time, it is undoubtedly the most delicious and meaningful dinner in their lives, which is more precious than the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

Several soldiers of Company F, shivering from the cold as they passed, hungry and thirsty, were warm and unafraid of the cold wind that could penetrate into human bones like knives when they came out of the warehouse gate.

These soldiers asked Zhao Fugui in detail, how such fragrant dog meat was roasted, and when he left, Zhao Fugui handed him cigarettes, put on fire, and gave Zhao Fugui a big hug, and grinned happily at Zhao Lao, and stretched out his big fingers again and again, "Enough is enough", which attracted all the soldiers to laugh good-naturedly.

Later, Zhao Fugui and the others learned that the soldiers had a share of the dog meat here, and the more they ate it, the more fragrant it became, and after they went out, they shot and killed a few fat dogs on the side of the road and dragged them back.

Americans usually love small animals, and few people eat dog meat, but at this time it is extremely cold, and it is very good to have hot dog meat with wine to eat all over the body.

The two soldiers returned to their company and described the scene of Zhao Fugui and them sitting by the fire, eating dog meat, drinking wine, and being warm all over their bodies, so everyone worked together, dealt with the dead dogs, and roasted them on the fire.

Dog meat, the soldiers will eat, but no one has ever set up a fire to roast dog meat, and at this time the water is extremely precious, so the soldiers just take out the dog's internal organs, do not wash, just put the dog on the fire to roast.

Before the dog meat was half-cooked, the soldiers took the wine and sprinkled it on the dog meat, and suddenly blue flames burst out of the dog's body, and the fragrance was carried out by the wine, and the greedy soldiers drooled.

The fragrant dog meat was roasted, and the strange aroma aroused the gluttony of the soldiers......

At the end of the meal, some soldiers found that half of the dog's belly was still left with the palm of a person's hand, which was also roasted, and mixed with the aroma of dog meat, exuding another strange fragrance......

As a result, the soldiers of the entire company vomited......

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While everyone was drinking wine and eating dog meat, Colonel Xinke's new communications soldier came over.

The communications corpsman told Winters that as a result of the German anti-aircraft shelling of the German anti-aircraft shell over Normandy, the aircraft of Captain Meehan, the commander of Company E, had exploded in the air, and all the crew and officers of the entire aircraft had died.

So Colonel Xink ordered Winters to be the acting company commander of E Company for the time being, and he was promoted to lieutenant.

The soldiers did not know whether to celebrate Winters or observe a moment of silence for Captain Meehan, although everyone wanted Winters to be the commander of Company E, but Captain Meehan was also very good, even though he had just arrived in Company E.

War is like this, you can't tell who will leave this world in the next second.

The soldiers of the Independent Company and the E Company drank wine and ate dog meat, and then ate some compressed dry food of their own, and they were full of wine and food, and their bodies were warm.

Their clothes had been dried, and the soldiers were drunk, and after a day of fatigue, they covered the fire with fresh wet firewood, and the smoke filled the house to form a natural shelter for them.

The smoke was all floating into the air, and the soldiers lay on the ground, undisturbed by the smoke, in the warm room, snoring and sleeping.

In the middle of the night, several gunshots were followed by several screams, which sounded not far from the warehouses of the Independence Company and the E Company.

The drowsy soldiers of Company E woke up reflexively, and before they could open their eyes, some of them hurriedly picked up their guns and rolled to the corner of the wall that they had observed in advance before going to bed.

When the gunshots were heard, the soldiers of the independent company clung to their guns, but did not move.

Having experienced countless births and deaths, they know that if there is really an enemy sniper outside the house, the first person to move inside the house will die first.

Winters held the gun, leaned against the corner of the wall, and ordered the soldiers to extinguish the fire in the house, Zhao Fugui hurriedly stopped, he faked death on the ground for a few seconds, and then this old thing moved to a staggering point, rolled to the corner of the wall, hugged a large bundle of semi-wet firewood, threw it over and covered the fire that was about to start, let the soldiers do the same, and add wet wood to the other fires, and suddenly the house became thick with smoke, and the soldiers each lay on the ground or by the wall, not daring to move.

Zhao Fugui is an old fritter, listening to the sparse gunshots, he knows that the enemy is not a large-scale attack, but only a small-scale sniper harassment, and at this time, he can't rashly leave the house and become the target of snipers.

There was smoke billowing from inside the house, making it difficult for gunmen outside to see what was going on inside the house.

After a while, the gunfire outside stopped, and only the sound of cursing and muffled wails was left not far away.

The sound of M1903 sniper rifles returning fire was constantly heard outside, and the gunfire of the Germans on the opposite side was silenced.

At this time, the soldiers of the independent company rolled over and got up from the ground.

Then, several E Company soldiers shouted "don't shoot your own ......" and ran into the large warehouse.

It turned out that several soldiers of Company E got up in the middle of the night and went out to, they sat in the darkest place, and the pg was like lighting a white lamp.

Private Mike's ass was hit by a bullet from a sniper rifle, and it hurt so much that he was dissuaded by his companions after swearing a few words outside.

The other soldiers were so frightened that they didn't even have time to wipe their buttocks, so they directly picked up their pants and dragged Mike, who was still lying on the ground and pouting and screaming.

Fortunately, Mike's PG is relatively large, there is a lot of meat, and the bullet distance is also far away, so it is estimated that the opponent's sniper shot him blindly.

The bullet just grazed the side of Mike's butt and flew through, penetrating the flesh on the side of his butt, leaving a transparent bullet hole.

When the military doctor bandaged his wounds, he covered his mouth in pain and screamed like a pig, scolding the damned Germans, one by one, they must not die well, and they will have a son in the future, and there is no py.

Although Zhao Fugui and the others didn't understand what Mike was scolding, they had heard the word py, which seemed to have a lot to do with, and a few people guessed it, and they thought of it.

As a result, the soldiers of the Independence Company and the E Company burst into laughter.

Private Mike kept cursing at these idiots and fools for laughing at something, and then cursed and cursed, and he couldn't help but laugh himself, after all, his ass was only a little skin wound, no big deal, and what made him even more excited was that the injury to his ass could get him out of this damn battlefield and get a medal.

During World War II, there was a very popular rule on the battlefield in the West, as long as the Allied soldiers were wounded on the battlefield, regardless of the merit, they would receive a medal and reward material.

Of course, this is rare on the battlefield of resistance against Japan, the soldiers are cheap, they die when they die, and the wounded are glad that they are not dead, where to think about what medals.

By half past two in the morning, the light rain outside had finally stopped.

The cold guns have never stopped, and snipers on both sides have been dispatched to constantly harass each other in the shadows, preventing the other side's soldiers from sleeping peacefully.

Snipers are like ghosts on the battlefield, they change places with a shot, and the cold blue muzzle spits out flames and disappears in a flash, and before the opposing sniper discovers, they disappear from the place where the shot was fired.

Soon after the rain stopped, a light mist began to emerge from the ground.

Instead of becoming fresher, the air after the rain smelled more bloody, and as the mist crept into every room, it was mixed with the smell of feet and sweat, which made people smell and want to gause.

Yesterday evening, Colonel Xinke's new communications corps told Yan Zhi and Winters that Colonel Xinke had ordered the Independent Company and E Company to secretly cross the river at three o'clock in the morning and pull out several commanding heights on the enemy's positions, and that after dawn, the Allies would launch a full-scale attack and annihilate all the remnants of the Germans.

The German army occupied several commanding heights, the terrain is complex, it is difficult to clear with artillery fire, the most important thing is across the river, there are still many civilians who have not been evacuated, which is also the reason why both sides have not fired artillery, only gun battles.

Last night, Allied meteorologists had predicted fog this morning, so Colonel Synck asked the Independence Company to take advantage of the fog to cross the river and take the opposing high ground to survey the German firepower.

"The weather that the Allied meteorologists can predict, so can the Germans," Yan Zhi whispered to Winters as he looked at the fog outside. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "My Battlefield, My Claw Book House" for free for the first time.