The next morning, when we finally waited for the belated reinforcements, we worked together to make a plan to attack the last position, and after a little preparation, the attack began in the morning.

The offensive went fairly well, although the British also had reinforcements (presumably the reinforcements that were requested after our defeat in the attack, otherwise they would not have arrived so quickly. But after a strong assault battle and a massive night raid, their forces have been reduced considerably.

And because our reinforcements were tasked with attacking fortifications, they carried a lot of heavy weapons. They are equipped with the latest "Nevelbel Method" 41 type 150 mm six-barreled rocket launcher, although this kind of rocket has the shortcomings of unstable trajectory, large projectile dispersion, and the external ballistic trajectory of the rocket is easy to expose itself, but its fire density is large, the structure is simple, it can pour a large amount of steel rain on the enemy position in a very short time, the surface killing power is extremely great, and the price is cheap, and the howitzer is overshadowed by it, so it has become a sharp weapon for long-range attack.

The enemy's positions were battered by our artillery, and their lines were on the verge of collapse under our attack, and they were simply not able to resist them. Because of the speed of our advance, many of the British were captured before they could escape.

After the war, we began to clean up the battlefield. It was really hard to do this work in the sun, and after a while, I was sweating profusely, and looking at everyone else was similar.

Just as we were all looking for the loot, Stein called out to us in his gruff voice.

"Let's see what's in this, I just dug it out from under the soil." Stein pointed to a box at his feet and beckoned us over.

Lying on the ground was a green rectangular wooden crate for munitions, with a lot of earth on it.

"Hey, stupid big man, why did you start digging the ground, there are still so many things confiscated on the ground, what are you bothering with this broken wooden box." Roy looked at the box and didn't think he was interested in it.

"Whatever he is, open it up and see." I used a crowbar I found next to me to pry open the box.

After breaking open the wooden box, we found many jars neatly arranged.

"Is this canned? Beef or pork? Nattle said with a hint of teasing.

"What kind of meat, just take one apart and you'll know." With that, Roy crouched down and picked up a can.

"Whoa!"

The moment Roy picked up the jar, a voice came out, a voice that shouldn't have belonged to the can.

"What's that?" Roy paused, looking back at us with a puzzled expression.

"It's the voice there, but it's also a voice," I hesitated.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Are you scared, will there be some monsters? Joxon said mockingly, holding Loy's shoulder belt.

"Who's afraid? I'm just going to ask you to see if you have any knowledge. Actually, I already knew what this place was. I'll open it to you now, so that you can open your eyes! Roy said, but anyone could tell that she was pretending to be calm.

"Click" Roy's knife twisted and slashed across the mouth of the can, which was enough to see that he was still a little nervous.

As soon as the can was opened, Roy threw it out. When the can landed, it made a much louder "bang" sound than the last time, and many small pieces fell out of the mouth of the can, which looked extremely dazzling in the bright midday sun.

Before we could react to what was going on, Roy had already run in front of the objects, and he was holding the glittering things in his hands, and you could see that his hands were shaking. I don't know why.

"Now we're going to make a fortune! It's all ten francs, haha! Luo Yi looked at the money in his hand, a little overexcited, and couldn't say anything.

Yorkson quickly rushed to Roy's side and gave him a slap to the head, "You idiot, it's not your turn to spend this money!" It's almost cleaned up, and this time you can ask for credit! Then he quickly packed up the money on the ground and buckled the box.

"Hey, what are you looking at, come with me and get it in the car." Yorkson's series of movements was so fast that we didn't even react, and it was only when we heard the shouting that we came back to our senses.

We carried the box together, and it was full of money, and even though we were five of us, it still felt heavy, and I had to follow their pace.

Roy walked in front, snorting and panting, but it didn't seem to me that he was tired, but too excited.

"Roy! Where are you bastards taking us? After walking a dozen steps, Yorkson realized that something was not right, "We're going to put this box on the truck, not our car!" ”

That's when we discovered this key problem, and they condemned Roy for being a "money junkie" at home.

"I think this kid is out of money, Nattel, you have to feed him well when you go back, let him fix this problem, or one day the enemy puts a coin on the mine, and he will not be the first to be killed." Yorkson seemed to have finally grabbed Roy's pigtails and kept teasing him.

Even Stein, who is usually the most honest, couldn't help it, and said slowly: "Don't be like this, he found out anyway, but it's still commendable to open the jar, after all, it seems that I was going to pee my pants in fear at first!" Ha ha! ”

After a lot of twists and turns, the box staggered onto the truck. Yorkson left a note on the box to record the items and the people who found them, and he did not forget to tell the soldiers who collected the supplies to remember us.

In stark contrast to Yorkson was Roy, the boy who kept his head down and didn't say a word, thinking he was suffering from depression.

Since then, we have collected a lot of things, but they are all ordinary items such as guns and ammunition, and of course these do not arouse the interest of the two men.

After lunch at Naiser's position, we bid him farewell and drove back to the assembly area in Hammamet, where we awaited new orders.

Along the way, we were all talking about Roy, a money fan, and Yorkson's dream of being promoted, and in some parts, I used the microphone to relay their deeds to the other three cars while Roy was not paying attention, and if they came back and found out, would they besiege me together? I guess that's for sure, haha!