In order to ensure the supply of ammunition for his comrades in the squad, Hans had put down the MG42 more than an hour earlier and picked up a G41 rifle that he had not touched for a long time, but fortunately he still remembered how to use it.

"Fogel, Fogel!" Hans pulled the trigger one by one, and subconsciously called out to his comrades.

"Fogel is at the medical station, have you forgotten?" Hoffman answered.

"Oh yes!" "I forgot that he was stabbed in the shoulder, and I don't know what happened to him," Hans said in frustration......

"If you don't hit the nail on the head, it's generally fine." Hoffman replied without turning his head, "What did you call him for?" ”

"I want to ask him for some bullets." Hans replied, "How many bullets do you have left, Hoffmann?" ”

"There are also two magazines and half-packed bullets, about 40 in total." Hoffman said as he knocked another French soldier to the ground, but instead of killing him immediately, he aimed at his comrades who were waiting around him to come up and save him.

"What about you?" He asked Hans.

"Me?" Hans smiled bitterly, "I have less than 20 left......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the G41 in his hand made a soft "ding" sound, and an empty magazine bounced out of the chamber.

Seeing this, Hans slowly shrank back, picked up the magazine and wiped the mud, took out a handful of bullets from the pocket of his coat and stuffed them into the magazine one by one, and then carefully put the remaining ones back into his pocket.

"Click!"

Hans slapped the magazine back into the chamber and, after pulling the bolt to load the bullet, climbed back into the bunker and fired two shots at a French soldier who was about to charge.

"The current situation reminds me of a battle from a long time ago." Hans said.

"Barcelona offensive and defensive battles?" Hoffman said as he shot and killed a French soldier who rushed into the bunker in a vain attempt to save his comrades, "It seems that they are quite affectionate, and this is the third one who intends to rush to save the man." ”

"You're such a bastard, Hoffman." Hans scolded with a laugh.

"Hey, you think I like to use this trick?" Hoffman also smiled and shook his head, "If you give me enough bullets, I don't mind going head-to-head with them." ”

After saying that, he killed another person who was going to rush to save someone.

"No! It can't go on like this! Hans shrank back and looked at Hoffmann and said, "There are too many French on the other side, and sooner or later we will run out of bullets!" ”

"And what do you want? Breakthrough? Hoffmann said, "The regimental commander said that the Führer ordered us to be crucified here, and you don't have to think about breaking through." ”

"No, how could I disobey military orders?" Hans smiled slyly, "But we have to solve the ammunition problem, don't we?" ”

Hoffman was stunned when he heard this, and then glanced at the woods full of corpses.

"No, no, no, that's not a good idea." Hoffman shook his head repeatedly, "Don't forget the ...... Barcelona back then"

"It's different now than it was then!" "Now we have to get bullets, or we'll all die here!" ”

Seeing Hans's serious look, Hoffmann had no choice but to nod and say, "Okay...... What do you want to do? ”

"It's very simple, I take a few people to climb up, pick up the gun and bullets and sneak back." Hans said.

"It's as simple as that?" Hoffman was stunned.

"So what else do you want? Fight them for 300 rounds and come back? Hans rolled his eyes.

"What about me?"

"You? You're responsible for covering us. Hans replied, "You're good marksman, we'll leave all the 7.92mm bullets to you, and you'll keep an eye on it, and you'll kill whoever dares to put us on the other side!" ”

"Okay!" Hoffman gritted his teeth, then raised his gun and shot the wounded French soldier who was still groaning.

Hans, who had made up his mind, quietly left the squad with Christel, and together with several soldiers from the other squad, he went deep into the woods full of stumps and broken arms.

"Our guns can't shoot the French's 7.5mm caliber bullets, so we have to pick up the guns and bullets." "We prioritize the MAS36 rifle and the M1924/29 light machine gun, because they both have a common bullet, 7.5×54 mm – the most on this type of bullet." Don't touch the MAS35 submachine gun. ”

As he spoke, Hans pointed to a gun not far away, and then continued: "See, it's that kind, not to mention the ugliness, the 7.65×20mm pistol bullet used is still off the door, it's just a wonder." And then don't pick up the Bettier rifle, the 8×50mm Lebel rifle that it fires can only be found in the Berlin Museum - oh shit, why do you say the French have so many types of bullets? Aren't they tired? ”

"Boss, I know all of this, I learned it in the boot barracks......" Crystal protested in a low voice as he picked up bullets and guns.

"You recruits, you just don't know anything." Hans didn't listen to Krystelle's complaints, he still muttered to himself, "But don't worry, you'll pick up more." Let me tell you, it's absolutely right for you to follow Hans Boss, you Hans Boss got out of the Barcelona blood mill, and we played much worse in Barcelona back then than we do today......"

"Alas......" Seeing that his words were useless, Krystal shook his head and picked up ammunition on his own, as if he did not hear Hans's chatter.

Soon, several people were covered with guns and their backpacks were stuffed with bullets.

"I think it's almost enough, these guns and bullets are enough for a few more shifts to last two more hours." One of the soldiers glanced at his backpack and reminded Hans.

Hans stopped his movements when he heard this, thought for a while, and nodded, "It's okay, we're a little too far from the position, it's time to go back...... It's a pity that we didn't pick up our own 7.92mm bullets, god, I miss my MG42 ......"

With that, he turned around and crawled in the direction he had come, while the others followed

Krystal also turned, intending to keep up with Hans, but just as he turned, a grass-covered bag caught his attention not far away.

It was a discarded German backpack, and a leaking 7.92mm bullet chain from it illustrated what it contained!

"Hey! Top dog! Christel excitedly stopped Hans, "Look what that is!" ”

Hans heard Krystelle's shout, turned his head in confusion, and looked in the direction Krystal was pointing.

"Ammo packs?!" He was stunned.

"Yes, boss, look inside, it's full of bullets." Crystal said happily, "Pick it up, you can continue to use the machine gun, Boss, and Boss Hoffman will not have to worry about ammunition!" ”