"It's not because so many big names will be here tomorrow!" The Canadian second lieutenant is named Justin. Judd, a very Canadian name, can be heard to be actually full of complaints: "We were ordered to send some necessary supplies overnight. ”

The convoy was carrying not munitions, but fresh vegetables, flour, starch, cream, cheese, butter and various types of liquor for desserts.

To tell the truth, the war has been going on for almost two years, everything is tilted towards the military aspect, the huge military expenditure, the loss of part of the country, and of course, the adjustment of imported materials, the goods in French society are rapidly decreasing. Under such a premise, some things that were relatively ordinary before the war may be enjoyed at a large cost in the rear, but it is really difficult for the front line to see fresh vegetables, desserts, wine and other things.

Justin. Judd introduced the delivery of supplies when he couldn't control his swallowing saliva and talked to the French second lieutenant Hartmann. The same is true of Svilekopf.

But no, the war has affected too many things, the nourishing life of the middle class family before the war is gone, the situation of the soldiers in the rear may be better, and the supplies for the soldiers on the front line will always be black bread, black bread, black bread......

Canada is a member of the British Commonwealth, and most of the people who came to participate in the European war were purely in response to the king's call, in fact, the people who responded to the call were some people who were poorly mixed.

Many of the Canadians who came to the continent were New Zealanders and soldiers from other colonies, some of the lucky ones who might have been able to stay in the British Isles for a leisurely or enjoyable time when the convoy arrived, and many more who had just disembarked and were sent to the front, and many of them had forgotten what butter and cheese tasted like.

"The amount of supplies is much higher than expected, and I think ......," said Justin. Judd sees Hartman. Sverekopf swallowed, then remembered some rumored French claims, and tentatively proposed: "Maybe we can find a place to share the extra supplies." ”

Hartman. Sverekopf looked left and right, and saw a longing expression, and he didn't say anything and turned to walk into the darkness.

There's no such thing as extra supplies, Justin. Judd and the others lied about the amount of supplies, but the supply base was responsible for the management of the supplies, and the British major obviously took care of the Canadians who were members of the British Commonwealth, and did not strictly check the notes for extracting the materials when loading. Anyway, it's generous to others, and the thing is French.

Hartman. Sverekopf soon reappeared, coming out straight to Justin. Judd, in a low voice, "There is something extra that should be shared with the wounded soldiers in the field hospital, and then we can share one of them." ”

It was clear that there were higher-ranking French officers secretly watching, Hartmann. Svilekopf made such a proposal with the consent of his superiors.

"No problem!" Justin. Judd looked quite happy, greeted his companion, sat back in the passenger seat, looked at the group of French soldiers who looked happy to know the news, and thought to himself, "Sure enough, the French have a peculiar thinking." ”

Justin. Judd would think this because he guessed that there was no one to share the materials with the wounded soldiers, there were too many wounded soldiers, so how could some materials be divided, at most, the soldiers on duty would share them with people they knew, and the French second lieutenant just now said that those were just a fig leaf.

Facts also prove Justin. Judd was right, after the convoy stopped, about thirty or so French people just took their share according to their ranks, especially one captain who took the most.

"Are you going back overnight?" Hartman. Sverekopf seemed to be in a good mood, he didn't seem to notice that there was some cream on his beard under his nose?

"I didn't mention it when I ordered the supplies to be brought over." Justin. Judd said with a sigh and said, "You can't imagine what the Germans bombed the road into, the lights were not allowed at night, the bumps along the way, not to mention the two cars that rolled over, but fortunately the vehicles were not fast enough to cause minor injuries and the loss of some red wine." He shook his head and resisted very much: "I won't always be so lucky, God knows if the next time it will just roll over or hit a bomb, I don't want to go back in the dark again." ”

Yes, the Germans don't know what's wrong with it recently, in addition to the artillery on the ground repeatedly shelling the road, the planes in the sky will also load some bombs and throw them on the road from time to time.

German artillery attacks on roads have also existed before, but in the past, they may have attacked Allied troops marching on the roads, and in the past ten days or so, it was more like an artillery bombardment purely for the purpose of destroying the roads, because when the German artillery bombarded, there were no troops marching on the roads at all.

"The shelling was actually fine, but the most annoying thing was that some of the bombs dropped by the German planes did not explode immediately." Hartman. Sverekopf's face was palpitating, and he said, "You know, there will be big people coming." In anticipation of the inspection by the big guys, we were ordered to clear the bombs that didn't explode two days ago, and you can't imagine what kind of nightmare happened. ”

What else could it be, it was nothing more than not sure if it would explode or not, and it turned out that some soldiers exploded when they were cleared.

Having divided some of the stolen goods, the Canadians and the French seemed to have become friends at once, staying together in twos and twos to get bread and butter, and many of the soldiers who were supposed to stay at the outposts forgot their duties and ran out.

In fact, they don't blame them, this field hospital is about five kilometers away from the front line, and there are about 600,000 troops on the entire front front, and the so-called big men are not in the field hospital at present, the war will not end tonight, and it seems that there is nothing to relax occasionally?

It was almost a patch of grass on a small slope about two hundred meters to their left, and several pairs of eyes were watching through binoculars. It was at least four German Storm Commandos in improvised camouflage.

"The information can't be wrong, right? If there really will be important people coming, how can they relax? ”

The man who spoke was a German captain named Ewald. Feng. Kleist, who was supposed to serve in the 1st Regiment of the Guards Cavalry.

"You know, they're French."

Answer Ewald. Feng. Kleist's name is Wa~Er~Te. Modell, a second lieutenant, was supposed to work at the General Staff Headquarters in Berlin before being transferred to ******. A commando team formed by Major Brauchitsch.