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At half past one, the chef prepared a hot meal and prepared fragrant wine for the soldiers who were about to go on the expedition.

The rice was white rice, which was brought from as far away as Indochina, which later became Vietnam and Thailand. The dishes were canned in a variety of ways, from soybeans to beef, and a significant portion of them were American, and Americans made a fortune from the war. There are many kinds of wine, from domestic Erguotou to Dutch beer, and the most popular is Champagne brewed in France.

Qin Zhiyuan poured a full glass of champagne, held it high above the top, and greeted all the warriors: "I am martial ...... Vians! ”

Champagne is the sparkling wine dispensed by the French, and in order to boost the morale of the soldiers, the French government provides a variety of champagnes in large quantities, just like the rum of the British and the brandy of the Germans. There is no upper limit on the distribution of supplies by Qin Zhiyuan's troops, from cigarettes to champagne, basically how much is used to make up for what is used, all of which is paid for by the French government.

"I martial arts...... Vians! The warriors roared in unison, raised their bowls and drank them all.

Everything that should be said has already been said, and Qin Zhiyuan does not act like a child, standing on the school viewing platform and bidding farewell to every soldier with a military salute. From here, the fighters will go directly to the starting position.

"It's really worrying to think that these are all our fathers and fellow villagers!" Qin Zhisheng stood beside Qin Zhiyuan and said softly.

"You have to give as much as you want!" Qin Zhiyuan was also reluctant to let his brothers work hard, but this was the only way for the Chinese to achieve an international status that matched it, and Qin Zhiyuan had no choice.

When the country is so poor that there are only people left to fight hard, what Qin Zhiyuan can do is to reduce this price as much as possible.

……

At three o'clock, the shelling of the French was already intermittent, giving the impression that "we are also tired." The "no man's land" in the middle of the German-French positions was silent, except for the sound of some insects making "rustling", which was so quiet that it was palpitating.

The observation posts on the German positions tried to keep their eyes open, operating periscopes to constantly patrol the front of the position. They were the third group of observation posts, the first group were executed during the day for lying about the military, and the second group was also executed at night for lying about the military.

Chen Kangjian was a pioneer in the first place, carrying a shotgun on his back, a bullet bag tied around his waist, a Mauser pistol hanging from it, and 60 rounds of No. 12 bullets; On his chest hangs an M1915-style satchel containing 10 Mills grenades; With a large plier in his hand, he marched towards the first barbed wire fence of the Germans in a prostrate manner.

During the daytime bombardment, the first barbed wire fence had already been completely destroyed. Chen Kangjian successfully crossed the first set of barbed wire fences and rolled into the anti-tank trench that had been blown into a large ditch.

"I'm hot, our ladder ......is in vain," Wang Dingshan muttered in a low voice.

"Shhhh......h

Wang Dingshan covered his mouth, nodded again and again to show understanding, put down the ladder in his hand, and pulled out the sapper shovel with his backhand and touched it to the opposite side.

On the anti-tank trenches, it was the second barbed wire, and there were many damages here, and the Germans had not had time to repair them, and Chen Kangjian and them passed smoothly.

The third barbed wire fence had been repaired by the Germans overnight because it was close to the German trenches, and Chen Kangjian tried to cut the wire with pliers.

"Hammer ......"

If it's daytime, such a sound is negligible, but on a silent night, such a sound is like a bolt from the blue.

Chen Kangjian distinctly heard someone exclaiming from the German position.

"Quick, cut the wire, quick!"

Now is the time to grab time, Chen Kangjian roared, waved the pliers and cut several wires in a row.

"Grenades!" Wang Dingshan reacted the fastest, took out a grenade, knocked it on the helmet and threw it out.

It was only twenty or thirty meters away from the German trenches, and Wang Dingshan's grenades were thrown directly into the German trenches.

"Boom ......"

The grenade exploded violently, like a flare gun for war in the dark.

……

Kapi, Command.

Qin Zhiyuan sat on the main seat and closed his eyes to recuperate, the teacup in front of him was already cold, and Qin Zhiyuan didn't touch it.

Misha came over and took the teacup away, and handed over a freshly brewed cup.

"Qin, are you worried?" Pierre wore no jacket, only a khaki shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned and the sleeves at the elbows.

"Don't worry, we've done what we can do, other things can only be left to fate, I believe that as long as there is pay, there will be gains." It is false to say that he is not worried, but Qin Zhiyuan can't write his worries on his face, he has to give confidence to others, and he has to give himself confidence.

"This is the first time they have taken on a mission on their own, God bless them." Pierre looked at the empty coffee cup in his hand depressedly, got up and took the cup in front of Qin Zhiyuan and drank it all.

"I still think ......" has come to this time, and Hunter still wants to persuade Qin Zhiyuan.

"Hunter, we don't have a choice." Qin Zhiyuan interrupted Hunter's words.

"Yes, we don't have a choice!" Hunter sat down, took a camel in his hand, and took the lighter and lit it several times.

"Click......

Pierre took the lighter and handed it to Hunttle.

"Thank you!" Hunter lit his cigarette and took a deep breath to stop talking.

The cigarette butts that are red and extinguished, and the blue smoke that rises are as unpredictable as a confusing battlefield.

……

"Brother, there's a fight over there, shall we fight?" Just when the grenade thrown by Wang Dingshan exploded, Xu Sheng, a fellow countryman from Greeve, crawled to Greef's side along the single bunker and asked in a low voice.

Less than 50 meters from where they were lurking, a squad of Germans was delivering supplies to the first line of defense. The Germans hurried along in the light of their headlamps, each carrying a large or small box, which, though not discerningly contained from the outside, was presumably food or ammunition that was scarce at the front.

"Wait......" Griff squeezed two words out of his throat.

The fact that the Germans' machine guns had not yet sounded meant that the Germans had not yet reacted, and Griff did not want to be exposed so soon, he waited for the moment when the Germans retreated, or the moment when the German reinforcements were reinforced.

"Ge Ye, it's all done." Cheng Feiming was ordered to cut the telephone and telegraph lines of the Germans, and although the Germans buried them in the ground, Cheng Feiming was able to find them and cut them off.

Griff rolled up his sleeves and wiped the dial of his watch vigorously, barely reading the time with the help of a distant explosion that went on and off.

Half past three in the morning.