"We still have a third of the base of ammunition stocks." Felix reported to Miller, "The combat regulations say that one base number of ammunition should be enough for us to fight for two days, and now it seems that the combat regulations are not very reliable." ”

"We've got to get some supplies," Miller frowned, "it's not realistic to go back to the airport to get supplies." ”

"How about going to the beachhead to find the French? Their ammunition specifications are the same as ours. ”

Miller glanced back in the direction of the beachhead, where fierce gunfire was constantly being heard, and since the sun was now sinking in the west and the brightness was decreasing, the flash of the explosion in that direction could still be faintly seen.

"I'm not sure if we're going to go to them and ask for it, I don't think they have the time to deal with us right now."

"I think so."

Miller pulled out a cigarette, handed one to Felix, then pulled out a lighter and lit it for himself.

"Let's rest first, hurry up and get three or five hours of sleep, and we'll see if we can do anything when it's late at night." Felix, you take Kreuzepan on the first round of guards, wake me up two hours later. ”

Felix nodded.

"Do you want to fight at night, to be honest, I don't like night battles too much, the visibility is too low, and I always feel unsteady."

"First of all, there should be a good moonlight tonight, and secondly, the enemy, like you, is very unsteady because the visibility is too low."

"Well, I really hope that the night combat equipment I tested last time will enter the practical stage." Felix lamented, "It's too heavy now, and it doesn't work well, and it's only a little better than no equipment." ”

Felix was talking about the low-light night vision device that Lin Youde was researching, but it was a pity that this thing, like other equipment that Lin Youde tried to make in advance, had no value for use in actual combat.

Lin Youde had already provided a lot of such equipment for Scholes's special operations forces and paratroopers to choose from, but the paratroopers did not choose any of them - the officers in charge of the selection were all veterans with rich combat experience, and it was obvious at a glance that those things were useless.

After Felix finished his cigarette, he took Kreuziban to the sentry station, and Miller sat down under the tree with the other soldiers, pulled out the field rations from his backpack, and smashed the self-heating material storage bag in the mezzanine of the ration bag to mix the two materials together. Soon the bag was hot enough to heat your hands.

Neuer, the machine gunner sitting next to Miller, is a veteran of the army in the '20s and, like Miller, waits for the self-heating food to heat up.

Miller was a little bored, so he asked Neuer: "I heard that you only had one battle ration at that time?" ”

"yes, unpalatable compressed biscuits, sir." Neuer said as he pulled out another bag, tore it open and stuffed the spicy strips into his mouth, chewing with relish, "It is said that the veterans ate worse in the last war, and they have been eating cabbage for the last two years. ”

"I've also heard that, to be honest, I didn't quite understand Mr. Lin's hard work in logistics before the war, in my opinion, it is enough to eat compressed biscuits, and the army should bear hardships and stand hard work." Miller licked his lips, "But the battle in The Hague has changed my mind. After a day of intense fighting, I learned how much hot food can have on morale. ”

"I heard that the war was terrible?"

"Yes, the Netherlands is full of low-lying land, and it was still the rainy season when we attacked, and many people fell directly into the swamp and drowned. I was a sergeant at the time and also fell in a swamp, but there was a trunk that happened to be near me, so I was saved. Miller smiled, "There was also a chaplain who was saved with me, and guess what he was doing when I grabbed the trunk?" He dived underwater again and again, looking for his communion box. ”

"Communion box?" Neuer frowned, "It's crazy. ”

"People of faith are like this, have you ever seen those young men fighting with the statue of Belin on their chests? I met it once in Kyiv, it was the forward troops of General Rommel's cluster, the division with the prefix, it was like not being killed, and the tactical skills were not lost to our commandos, so General Rommel was able to advance so fast. ”

"I heard that after this fight, we will also be upgraded to the first army." Neuer continued the topic, "I don't know what title it will give us." ”

"Maybe give us a number, like the task force." Miller reached out and touched the self-heating rations on the ground, "I think it's strange that Task Force 141 is supposed to be the first unit to be established, but there is only one figure of unknown significance. ”

At this time, Thomas, a rifleman who had already unpacked the self-heating food next to him, said: "I think this just shows that Task Force 141 is the best, I have always wanted to join, but I have never found a way to join." ”

"As long as you behave well enough, they will naturally come to you." Another soldier joined the conversation, "For example, get 200 confirmed kills." ”

"What the hell am I going to do to get a so-called confirmed kill? Take pictures like the Air Force? Thomas spread his hands out, "The conditions are definitely not like this, this is not operable, you know, operable." ”

"What do you say Task Force 141 is doing at this time, could it be that they are also on the island at this time?" Someone else joins the conversation.

"Probably, I heard that it was Task Force 141 who guided the pilots to the landing site, and they used radio to guide the gliders."

"Then why did a brother land in the wrong place?"

"Maybe the radio receiver is broken."

"Hey," Rybin ran over from the nearby tree and joined the conversation, "Task Force 141 is nothing, I've heard that the British detachment at sea was killed by Shenji. ”

"Nonsense, it was the submarine that killed it."

"The submarine base is in Norway!" Rybin immediately retorted, "How is it possible to send a submarine from Norway to attack?" ”

"The French Navy also has submarines." Miller said as he tore open the self-heating package, "If there really is a god around us, there's no reason why you shouldn't come and help us fight, right?" ”

"I'm telling the truth, the little guy we occasionally see near the camp is the little guy who comes and exchanges bullets and other things with us with strange things, and I've exchanged it for snacks made by the chef of Sanssouci at her, and it's delicious."

"Oh, so she came to tell you she's going to fight? Don't be funny, doesn't that little guy just say the word 'oh'? When did you learn the word oooh? Neuer, with his mouth full of food, asked as he squirmed his mouth.

"But ......"

"Alright," Miller called off the conversation, "whatever, anyway, the enemy's fleet has been wiped out, and we're going to keep fighting, so shut up and eat now." Hurry up and go to bed after eating, we still have a battle to fight at night. ”