As it grew dark, Davide beckoned several of his men to sit down in a circle, then pulled out a few boxes of canned luncheon meat and a large tin of milk from his backpack and placed them in the middle of the circle—which he had just received from the company logistics officer.

Several other soldiers also took out packets of compressed biscuits and bread from their pockets, and the group ate breakfast hastily.

Unlike other normal canned luncheon meat on the market, the canned luncheon meat exclusively for the German army was made of livestock water and offal.

Because Europeans and Americans are not accustomed to eating livestock offal, usually after slaughtering livestock, the slaughterhouse will directly discard these offal, but at the request of Lyon, the manufacturer of canned luncheon meat for the German army purchased these things that should have been discarded from the slaughterhouse in large quantities, and the price was less than one-tenth of the normal meat.

However, the canned luncheon meat made of this kind of sewer offal will be very unpalatable if it is made by the previous production method, so the canning manufacturer has added a lot of starch and seasoning to the can, although the nutritional value of the canned food has decreased a lot, but it has once again greatly reduced the cost that is already close to zero, I heard that the manufacturers are trying to reduce the packaging cost recently, because the cost of "luncheon meat" in "canned luncheon meat" has been lower than the cost of "canned food".

However, don't look at this canned food as "shoddy", but it has been well received by front-line fighters, among all the logistics materials of the German army, canned luncheon meat has accounted for a large proportion, and the soldiers' demand for it is second only to cigarettes and coffee and other things that can paralyze the nerves.

When Davide saw that several people were seated, he skillfully pried open the canned luncheon meat and divided one of them.

But in the face of the fragrant canned luncheon meat, everyone didn't move, everyone looked at Davide, as if waiting for something.

In the eyes of everyone, Davide slowly pulled out a tattered Bible from his backpack, and then carefully blew the dust on it and opened it.

"Holy Trinity, have mercy on us." Davide read softly, "Lord, cleanse us from our sins; Ruler, forgive us our transgressions; Holy One, look upon us for your name and heal our sickness and infirmity. ”

"Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, from this day to ever, and to the ages. Amen, have mercy. ”

"Holy Father, bless you; The priest paints the Holy Cross to bless food and drink: God Christ, please bless the food and drink of your servants, for you are holy; Constant is the same, from today to forever, the world is endless. Amen. ”

After Davide finished reading the prayer, the crowd recited "Amen" in unison, and then, instead of their previous pious appearance, they tore open the bag of bread like a hungry wolf, and then scooped up a large piece of luncheon meat with a spoon and smeared it on the bread before swallowing the whole piece of bread.

But Davide was different from them, he still maintained his previous appearance, eating the food in his hand unhurriedly.

After the last sip of milk, breakfast ended in a storm of the crowd, and Davide took out his Bible and read an after-dinner prayer to the burps of the crowd.

This squad was peculiar to the bloodstained and rude-language Germans, many of whom were Christians, but who had long forgotten all the words of prayer during the war.

Many people who were not familiar with them couldn't help but look at them, and there were even a few soldiers who deliberately talked loudly about Davide and the others while eating.

"Hey, are you religious?" Soldier A squinted Davide and asked his companion in a loud voice.

"God? I don't believe it. Soldier B replied equally loudly.

"Why don't you believe it, you bastard?" Soldier A said again.

"Why should I believe? I believe only the gun in my hand and the bayonet on the gun! Soldier B replied, "Did you know that yesterday I knocked a Frenchman to the ground, crying and crying out to God and begging me for mercy?" ”

"Did you let him go, then?"

"Leave him alone? Hahaha! I pierced him in the stomach with a bayonet! As if he had heard some particularly funny joke, B laughed out loud, "But I'm curious, where is God when he is crying out to God?" ”

"Maybe listening to some people praying before a meal." Another soldier accosted, and several people burst into laughter.

When several of the soldiers in Davide's class heard these words, their faces turned pale, and they clenched their fists and stepped forward to reason with the laughing soldiers, but Davide reached out and stopped them, and whispered to them, "Hated by man, loved by God." ”

So saying, he gathered up his things on the ground and led his soldiers to the other place.

But as he passed by the hecklers, one of them suddenly spat at Davide and taunted him, "What about your God? Why didn't he block this spit for you? ”

Davide was still not angry, just quietly wiped away the spittle, and then said, "Because he has blocked a bullet for me." ”

As he spoke, he flipped up his shirt, revealing a scar on his left chest.

"It's less than a centimeter from the heart."

With that, he raised his feet again and continued walking.

"Soft egg, what a disgrace to Germany!" The soldier did not change his mind because of Davide's magnanimity, and he still mocked, "I don't think the army is for him at all, the church is where he should be." ”

Several people let out another burst of laughter.

"Soft eggs? You say Davide is a soft egg? Seeing this, several people in the crowd who knew Davide couldn't help but say, "You should be glad that you are not his enemy, fools!" ”

"Who the fuck are you talking about?!" The few people who laughed said angrily.

"Still not convinced?" The man scoffed, "Say Davide is a softie, then what are you not stupid?" ”

"What's that hell out of him?! Is there a in holding a Bible on the battlefield? Can that book help him kill someone? Several people argued.

"That's because you didn't see how he fought!" The man said, "Does the Dongcheng District Plaza Supermarket know?" ”

"You know, we died more than a hundred brothers before we beat down, what's wrong?" Soldier A nodded.

"Do you know how that building ended up being knocked down?" The man continued.

"He, knocked down?" Soldier A hesitated.

"That's right! In that attack, Davide held a Bible in his left hand and a machete in his right hand, and rushed into the French position first, cutting down more than a dozen people one after another, and the follow-up troops were able to penetrate the empty square and attack the inside of the supermarket! ”