After the Trodes parked their tanks in the logistics supply area, they forcibly dragged their already tired bodies to the assembly site.

Although it is already considered a hospitality, the level is limited after all, and the main composition of the celebration is still filled with canned beef and beer. Except for the soldiers who were too desperate to attend, except for the soldiers who were too desperate to attend, the rest of the people had already gathered. After a brief congratulatory word or two from the commander of the defense, all the soldiers raised their glasses or cans and cheered loudly, and then they began to look for the heroes of the battle, each of whom wanted to hear the wonderful details of the battle from their own ears for the first time, which would surely become a capital to brag about with others in the future.

Trode was sitting with Alicia and Vincent, Vincent was drinking alone with a wine glass, glanced at the two people in front of him who were eating canned food, and sighed helplessly: "Young people nowadays are really alive and well." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, after a day's battle, only a monster like you can not know hunger." Trode didn't forget to shoot back at Vincent as he stuffed the canned meat into his mouth.

"That's, that's it, aren't you really hungry, Vincent?" Alicia asked as she shoved a large piece of the can into her mouth and swallowed hard.

"How is that possible?" Vincent sighed deeply again and said, "First Rank Corporal Alicia, is this what your instructor is?" ”

"Why!" The person who was asked emphasized while not forgetting to eat: "He is much better than you, although he is like an uncle."

"Hey, hey!" Vincent cried out, "I think I've heard something terrible!" ”

In this way, the three of them wrestled together happily and spent a peaceful and happy night

That's how it should be

While they were still playing carefree, a soldier hurried to the defense chief who was drinking and celebrating with his subordinates.

"The French are coming!" The soldier bent over and gasped as he finished the sentence.

"This point offense?" The defense chief shouted in confusion: "Which direction?" ”

"It's all over the south." The soldier still looked out of breath.

"How many of them came?" The defense commander didn't have time to take into account the soldier's current feelings, and hurriedly continued to ask.

"There are so many special that I can't count them." The soldier gasped for breath as he replied.

Hearing this, the defense chief's hand trembled, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered, of course, this restless voice did not make waves in the vast crowd, and dissipated like this.

"Woo~~~" The loud alarm sounded, and Trode and the others immediately paused their movements and looked at the sky.

"All troops are ready to fight! Again, it's all troops! The voice of the defense chief reached the ears of every soldier through a loudspeaker.

"What? There is still a war at this point, and the French are here to send them to death? Alicia wasn't quite convinced.

"It's really hard to say, maybe it's a retaliation by the French, in that case, just beat them back, let them calm down, and see how big the gap is between us." Trode said confidently.

Vincent, for his part, did not speak, but drank the rest of the wine from his glass

Trood and the others immediately ran back to the chariot and quickly resupplied it at a speed that they had never been able to match before. Even if many of them forgot to replenish their energy because they were so drunk in the lively atmosphere just now, they were all hungry now, but they could burst out with amazing strength.

"Quick!" Before Trood gasped and pulled a box of shells back down, Yorkson quickly opened the wooden box with a crowbar in his hand, and then held the shells and handed them to Nattle standing in the car, who then handed them to Roy in the turret, and finally handed them to Stein to arrange them neatly on the ammunition rack.

"There are more than half of the machine gun ammunition, do you need to replenish it?" Roy asked Trode outside.

"I'll get it later, I don't know how many sneak attack troops the French have come, and I won't be able to save bullets in this dark sky." Trood had already run away as he said this, and when he returned, he had pulled a lot of dark green rectangular iron boxes on the cart.

The French forces were menacing, and what they thought was a surprise battle turned into a current battle, and Trode was ordered to hold several key roads in the city.

"Damn, how did these French do it, do they really want to take Batner in one go." It was Natle who spoke, he was quickly stuffing the can into his mouth, he didn't need to ask him to know why, he must have been drinking just now, and now he felt empty.

Of course, he was certainly not the only idiot, and Yorkson and Roy were also trying their best to stuff things into their mouths, because the two of them had just been bragging about their achievements to others, and they had not eaten anything at all.

Trode looked at them and snorted lightly: "That is, this time is the inner side of the defense city, if you go out to fight, how can you have time to eat, starve you to death one by one!" ”

"Don't worry about this, they can show good combat effectiveness even if they don't eat." Stein exonerated them.

Trode snorted and said, "I hope so." ”

"Hey, Lieutenant Trode, there's something to say." The voice coming from the headphones was very urgent.

Until now, the defense chief had been busy with the task of arming the defense, and he had no time to answer the contact from Trode's side.

Trood knew the gravity of the situation from his tone, so he also made a long story short: "How many of them are there?" Are we going to hold on? ”

"Conservative estimates that they have a reinforced brigade of troops." This sentence was squeezed out of the mouth of the defense chief, word by word.

"And then about your second question," the defense chief took two deep breaths, and finally made up his mind, "The order given from above is to hold on, and our support has already been sent from Constantine and several nearby areas. ”

"Thanks, I'm fine, take care." Trode said as he tried not to change his tone.

"Okay, you have to take care of yourself." The defense chief stood in one of the city's few three-story buildings, put down his microphone, took off his military cap, and stared south without saying a word