ps: Watch the exclusive story behind "The Eagle of the Third Reich", listen to your more suggestions for the novel, pay attention to the official account (add friends on WeChat - add the official account - enter qdread), and tell me quietly! Highway D72 runs from south to north through the town of Rova, splitting the town of Roa in half from east to west.

To the west of the town, just off Highway D72, there is a hotel called Wrangler, which is the headquarters of the Seventh Company and the canteen of the Seventh Company.

Michelle and Garcia pushed open the main entrance of the hotel and walked straight to the restaurant on the first floor.

"John, you're late, I've eaten up your share, you're going hungry today." A voice shouted.

Michelle glanced angrily at Private Clermont, who spoke. Matthew, opened his mouth and said:

"Clermont, didn't anyone tell you that if you don't speak, you're making the greatest contribution to the world."

Garcia's reaction was more direct, he curled his right arm at Matthew, slapped his left hand on the biceps of his right arm in a defiant motion, and then followed Michelle to the dining table without looking back.

Fat chef Robin's eyes swept over the faces of the two, and he took out three plates in a row, handed one to Michelle and two to Garcia, and was just about to speak when Michelle and Garcia grabbed the white and said, "No leftovers." ”

Robin shook his head and said expressionlessly: "Wrong, it's not that leftovers are not allowed, it's not that waste is allowed." ”

Michelle and Garcia rolled their eyes at Robin and sat down at a table with their plates.

As soon as they sat down, Matthew rushed to their table with a plate that had only a third of the food left.

"Garcia, why did Captain Dupont give you extra food? Are you Captain DuPont's long-lost brother? ”

Garcia doesn't speak, and neither does Michelle.

Clermont. Matthew is a notoriously stinky mouth, and everyone in Lianli knows that it's best not to take Matthew's words when he speaks generously. Otherwise, for at least the next hour, Matthew will be chattering like a talking superglue within a meter of you.

"Do you know that you are big and have a big target, and when you get to the battlefield, the Germans will be the first to aim at you. You should be glad that you are alive until now because you haven't been to the battlefield. Otherwise"

Seeing that the two ignored him, Matthew did not feel embarrassed at all, but became more and more excited, and his mouth was like a Hatch Chase heavy machine gun, which kept spewing all kinds of nonsense, causing the soldiers at the surrounding table to fly to Michelle and Garcia one after another.

There was sympathy, schadenfreude, and more gratitude in their eyes, but fortunately the hapless duo had attracted Matthew's firepower away, otherwise they might have been completely beaten by Matthew's heavy machine gun-like firepower.

Michelle's gaze kept sweeping over Matthew's plate as she ate. Seeing that Matthew had eaten all the food on his plate and didn't mean to leave, he had to use roundabout tactics to fight back at Matthew.

"John, hurry up and eat, we'll go back to our weapons after we're done, and Captain Dupont will check it at ten o'clock." Michelle said.

Garcia chewed the food in his mouth and said vaguely, "Got it." ”

Clermont. Matthew's face changed, and he suddenly remembered that his Hatch Chase M1914 heavy machine gun had not been maintained for almost two weeks, and he was afraid that he would not be able to cope with Captain Dupont's inspection, so he got up and left in a hurry without saying hello.

Matthew is gone, and the world is finally clear.

Garcia tossed a peeled hard-boiled egg into his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he swept Matthew's back and said, "I really wish that guy was killed by a German shell as soon as he went out." ”

Michelle also looked at Matthew's back and saw that his hand was already on the handle of the main entrance of the inn.

"Garcia, how can you curse your comrades like that. You're so ruthless. I only hope that the Germans will cut out his tongue so that he can no longer speak. Merciful Lord, grant this wish of mine. Michelle teased.

As soon as Michelle finished speaking, a loud bang came from outside the hotel door.

In the explosion, the dark red hotel door flipped inward with a thud and slapped straight on Matthew, who was about to leave the door.

Matthew staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground on his back with countless shards of shiny glass.

Michelle's hand shook, the fork in his hand almost flew out of his hand, and he was stunned for a moment before his body tilted. He threw himself on the floor of the dining room, covered his head and shouted, "Lie down." ”

The pace of the rest of the people in the restaurant is not slow either. In less than ten seconds, there were people lying on the floor.

Michelle and Garcia stared at each other on the floor. They all saw the frightened expressions on each other's faces.

Thirty seconds, fifty seconds, one minute, two minutes, the second explosion did not appear.

"It could be a stray bullet." Michelle said to Garcia.

"Listen, who's calling?" Garcia gestured with a.

Before Michelle could hear Garcia's voice, one exclaimed, "Clermont is injured." ”

Michelle cautiously lifted half of her body to look at the door, and sure enough, she saw the foul-mouthed Matthew lying on the ground and convulsing, so she bent over and ran towards him.

Running to Matthew's side, Michelle saw Matthew's tragic condition, Matthew was lying on his back on the ground covered in blood, and the ground around him was sprinkled with shiny glass shards.

His face was covered with scratches from shards of glass, and drops of red blood were dripping from the rolled flesh.

The deadliest wound was on his neck, a shard of glass about three centimeters long and shaped like an equilateral triangle stuck in his throat.

Seeing Michelle approaching, Matthew spasmed and raised his right hand to reach out to Michelle, and let out a beastly roar from his mouth.

Although he couldn't make out the jumbled notes, Michelle guessed what Matthew meant, he was calling for help.

The other soldiers in the cafeteria also gathered around, and one of them shouted, "Go find the health guards and ask them to bring medicine and stretchers." ”

'Somebody got hurt out there, god, it's Aston and Martin.' Someone shouted in panic.

"Matthew's injuries are very serious, don't touch him, let the hygienist take care of it." Captain Dupont came down from the stairs at some point, stood behind the crowd and said.

"You give way. Give him some fresh air. Captain Dupont continued.

Michelle stood up and took a few steps back, only to bump into a man, it was Garcia.

"We're afraid we'll not hear him for a long time."

Garcia stared at the glass piece around Matthew's neck. He raised his hand and touched his neck, as if he also had a piece of glass stuck in his neck.

"I don't think we'll ever hear him." Michelle also touched his neck and said.

Matthew couldn't wait for the health soldiers. He gripped Captain Dupont's right hand tightly and let out a ho-ho roar from his mouth. Mouthfuls of blood foam spurted out of his mouth with a roar.

After spitting seven or eight mouthfuls of blood in a row, Matthew opened his mouth wide, his eyes wide, and his body jerked up and stopped convulsing.

"We lost him." Michelle said with a blank face.

"He was so unlucky that he was killed by a stray bullet from the Germans." Garcia muttered quietly.

"What are you still standing for? Two people came over and carried Matthew's body out. Captain Dupont stood up and shouted with a grim face.

Garcia walked over to Matthew's body with his long legs, and Michelle was about to follow. but was stopped by Garcia's arm.

"There aren't so many people here, you go and take the rest of the food from your plate." Garcia said.

Garcia walked over to Matthew's corpse, reached into Matthew's armpit, and the other two soldiers held one of Matthew's legs, and the three of them lifted Matthew's corpse out of the hotel door with all their might.

Michelle returned to the table, took out the leaflet he had just picked up, wrapped the buckwheat bread and boiled eggs on the plate, turned around and was about to leave, and reluctantly lay on the table and pulled the oatmeal porridge on the plate with a spoon into his mouth.

Michelle puffed out his cheeks and just stood up when he heard two loud bangs outside the hotel.

"Poof". The oatmeal that Michelle had not had time to swallow in his mouth squirted out.

Ignoring the wasted oatmeal, Michelle threw himself to the ground and stared in horror at the hotel window.

After two explosions. Outside the hostel was quiet again.

Michelle's eyes rolled a few times, and she suddenly remembered something.

"John!" Michelle jumped up from the floor and rushed to the door of the hotel with a scream, but was grabbed by a pair of large hands and dragged behind the wall of the hotel door.

"Don't go out, it's not a stray bullet, the Germans' artillery is already eyeing here." Captain Dupont shouted as he pressed Michelle against the wall.

Although it was only a glimmer of surprise, Michelle saw Garcia's tall body lying face down on Matthew's body, and there were seven or eight people lying next to him.

One of the soldiers, whose right leg had been blown off, was rolling on the ground with the broken leg and howling, blood spurting out of the bloody severed leg. Stained large swaths of the ground red.

"What should we do? Are we just watching them do nothing? Michelle asked anxiously.

"It's a 75 mm caliber shell. This door has been targeted by the Germans, and whoever goes out will eat a German shell. We walked through the back door. Captain Dupont turned and ran towards the hotel.

"John, are you still alive?" Michelle leaned against the wall and shouted through the door.

"Don't come out. George, it's dangerous here. Garcia's weak voice came in on and off.

"Can you still move? If you can move, you can climb in by yourself, and I'll wait for you here. If you can't move, stay where you are. Michelle shouted.

"I can't move, you leave me alone." Garcia groaned.

"Don't speak, don't move, lest you lose too much blood, and I will definitely find a way to save you." Michelle shouted

To the southwest of the town of Rois, Second Lieutenant Boulter stared through his telescope at the pile of corpses lying in the street, thinking that no one would dare to rescue them this time.

"Graduate No. 1, I'm back, how are your exams going?"

"Forty grenades just used up three and killed less than ten Frenchmen." Boulter said.

"You go on, my exam is about to start, we'll talk later."

Boult turned off the radio, picked up the map of the French positions drawn by himself, reported the positions one by one according to the numbers on it, and showed the gunner Reinhardt the target.

In the loud sound of artillery, shells fell on the French positions, and targets suspected by Poult to be pillboxes and machine-gun positions were destroyed one after another.

While Boult's sniper was in full swing, a pair of angry eyes were staring through the binoculars into the woods in a small two-story building in the southwest corner of the town of Roy.

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