The Welsh lieutenant arranged for the 2nd and 3rd platoons to patrol along the south side of the embankment, with the 1st platoon on standby. He did not have enough troops to defend the entire stretch of the line, so he set up outposts at those points where he believed the enemy was most likely to infiltrate. He kept in touch with the outpost by radio, wired telephone, and contact patrols. He also sent a patrol of three people to the river bank to observe the enemy's movements, and Guan acted as a forward observer of the artillery. His command post was based in a village called Landwijk.

Patrols were generally carried out at night, and during the day, the brothers of Company E hid in positions in deep trenches. Moreover, during the day, it was a duel between the artillerymen, and the artillery of both sides kept bombing, blowing up the positions of both sides into dust.

The soldiers of Company E hid in the trenches, enduring the deafening sound of the cannons and the tremor of the ground as it was shelled. The war seemed to have entered the positional warfare of World War I, with both sides shrinking into positions, and then the artillery was facing off. And no one attacked. And there are no tanks on the islands either, so the target is too obvious and it is easy to be a target.

"Such a damn 88mm gun." While patrolling along the embankment, Christensen was shelled, so they stopped again, and then clung to the ground of the embankment, which was obviously one of the few night shelling by the Germans, and of course they were also blindly looking for their targets.

"The Germans are really rich, their shells are almost endless!" Tybert was the leader of the patrol, and he led his brothers in the third platoon to poke their heads out between the artillery fire to check on the movements of the Germans.

"This is the most breath-holding battle I have, and I can't fight back after being shelled! It feels really bad! Christenson shook his head.

"Boom!" A cannonball exploded not far from them, and the clods of earth were scattered in the air, splashing some of the brothers all over their bodies, and immediately someone was scolding!

"Damn it!"

"Son of a bitch!"

All kinds of scolding came one after another, and it was obvious that the brothers were suffocated and wanted to vent. While the brothers were cursing, several more shells exploded around them, and someone shouted "Doctor". At this time, Hubl crawled over and said to Tybert: "Sergeant, Chien is wounded, he was hit in the stomach by shrapnel, what should we do now?" ”

"Withdraw, Taber, this damn place will bury us all sooner or later." McClung couldn't help but shout, "Make up your mind early, don't let the brothers all die here." The Germans were so fierce! ”

Tybert looked back at his brothers, who were all looking at him expectantly, and nodded, "Okay, guys, let's go back." Then he said to Hubl, "Take Chien back, hurry!" Let's go. ”

The brothers of the third platoon, led by Taber, retreated to their original positions in disgrace, and when they retreated, the men of the second platoon had already retreated to the position, and from the beginning of the German shelling, Lieutenant Pikak's face was grazed by the shells. So the panicked Lieutenant Pickak ordered a retreat.

"Bang!" With a bang, the door of the company headquarters in the village of Landwijk was slammed open, and Hubl and Pankara rushed in carrying Chien, and then put him on the table and shouted: "We are under German artillery fire, Chien is wounded, Officer Law!" He screamed.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, I'll take a look!" At this time Eugene? Doctor Luo rushed in, and then separated the crowd around him, "Leave it to me, Huborough help me hold his hand, hurry up!" "Doctor Luo, "Did you get morphine?" How much morphine I played, I want to know the situation! Doctor Luo asked, holding down Chien's wound with one hand.

"Hit, it seems to be one, no, no, maybe two!" Hubl couldn't help but say.

"God, do you want to kill him?" Doctor Luo was a little annoyed and said, "Are you still children? Why is there no common sense? Two morphines? Sky! ”

"He couldn't stop screaming, so—" Hubler muttered, apparently he had been reprimanded by Doctor Luo, and he couldn't react a little.

"Go arrange the car, we need to get him to the rear." Doctor Luo didn't care about this.

"How's he doing?" The Welsh lieutenant came over and looked.

Doctor Luo nodded and said, "I can't die now, but if there is no car to take him to the rear, then it's not good!" Lieutenant, I need a jeep. ”

"Maraqi, go and hail a taxi, and together with Doctor Luo, send Qi En to the rear medical point!" Wales yelled, then pulled Hubler aside and said, "Is there something wrong with the position?" ”

"I don't know what went wrong. While we were on patrol, we were suddenly shelled by the Germans, who knew if they had spotted us, or they were shooting indiscriminately? Hubler wiped his bloody hand on his body, "The Germans were so heavy that we retreated." It is said that Lieutenant Pikak's second platoon was also subjected to heavy fire from the Germans, and Pikak was scratched in the face, and they withdrew from their positions earlier than we did. ”

"Damn it!" Wales cursed, and then said to Hubl, "Go ahead and make the rounds, let Tybert, and the second platoon be the same, if the Germans take this opportunity to attack us, we will lose our position." ”

"But—the Germans are shelling us, lieutenant, and we have no choice." Hubler couldn't help muttering, "It's not a good idea to brave German fire to go on patrol." ”

Wales said angrily: "We have no choice, Hubrough, if the Germans attack, we will die an ugly death!" Don't hesitate, it's our duty. ”

"Okay!" Hubl raised his hands, then bent his waist and felt towards the position. The Welsh order was delivered, and despite some complaints from the brothers, they complied with the order and continued their patrols along both sides with their men.

The night was very difficult, the brothers of the two platoons in charge of the patrol were cautiously advancing under the heavy fire of the Germans, monitoring every move of the Germans, it was obvious that the Germans did not intend to take advantage of the victory to attack, they were just shelling indiscriminately, trying to cause damage to the American patrols in this way, but such blind shooting was as useless as anti-aircraft guns fighting mosquitoes.

The German artillery seemed to be venting their inexhaustible energy, and they were like nouveau riche with too many shells, and their blind fire no longer harmed the brothers of Company E, who had become cautious. At about three o'clock in the second half of the night, the shelling finally stopped, which caused all the brothers involved in the patrol to breathe a long sigh.

They went back to the trench and slept for a while, when they heard a loud voice shouting, "Hey, guys, your breakfast is here, what do you want to eat?" Steak? Or is it a barbecue? "Early in the morning, they were awakened by West's loud voice, Maraki and the company's cook, Joseph? Dominguez arrived with a truckload of supplies.

"Hey, K-resupply? West? Pikak stepped forward, then beckoned his brothers to help unload the supplies and place them in the trench, and looked at the instructions on one of the boxes.

"Oh, no, the British supplies?" Pikak couldn't help but shake his head and complained, "Isn't the 14-in-1 food better than the K flavor in the United States?" ”

"Don't expect anything good, I've eaten this stuff since I was in the company, and I've never seen anything more unpalatable, and to be honest, I'd rather nibble on our K-sized dry food than use this thing to sustain my life." West shook his head and said, "But the brothers in the row have come up with a good idea, they pour the contents into a jar, and then stew and eat, it may taste better." I'm giving it to you for free now. There is a better way, but it comes at a cost! Which of you wants to listen? West stood next to the truck, looking at the sad-faced brothers and laughing.

"Before I change my mind, you'd better have a decision, Mook, and don't look at me like that. I'm a piece of kindness! West looked at the brothers' unkind eyes and said in a panic.

"Take it, damned blackmailer, this is for you, tell us sooner, it's good for you!" Christenson said fiercely to West, "Before we change our minds, we better do this!" With that, he ran over to a pack of cigarettes.

"Oh, British goods, it's not a good thing, except for a little tobacco, it's all weeds, is there anything better?" West suddenly raised his head, saw someone surrounding him, and quickly changed his words, "Okay, okay, we have something to say, I tell you to forget it, I will give away this business for free!" ”

"Hurry up, don't be so verbose!" Mook snorted.

Weiskey nodded and said: "That's right, the brothers in the row have found a good idea, you know, there are some villages nearby, the Dutch are gone, they have some things too late to take away, the British have already looted once, but they will not take all the things away, all the brothers in those villages, found some good wine, and cured meat or something, of course, there are some other things, so, guys, while the people in the row have not turned over those villages, You can still find something you need! ”

Mook couldn't help but whistle.

"It's a good idea, we can keep some people here and continue to monitor the movements of the German army, and then the rest of the people will take turns going to those villages, and what we find will be divided equally?" Christenson was quick to react.

"Very good!" Mook raised his hand in approval.

Pikak looked at the supplies of the British in his hand, and couldn't help but nod and said, "Okay, guys, we'll take turns sending people during the day." Then in the evening we distribute together. ”

This time there was no one to disagree with his opinion.

"God, Platoon Commander Pikak has finally made the right decision." Someone made a cross on his chest.

Eventually, Mook and Hubl each took ten men and went to the Dutch villages in the rear and searched them. The rest of the brothers poured the Englishman's canned twist, Yorkshire pudding and oxtail soup into a large pot, and then endured the unpleasant smell of floating butter and stirred constantly.

"Taste it, our hodgepodge!"

"It was unforgettable! I swear, it was the most memorable meal I've ever had. "No, no, it's not that you're the most memorable meal, it's the most memorable thing to eat!"

(To be continued)