Chapter 942

In the corner between the low walls on the two ruins, the young footman was cleaning up the old tent. Bumping into some deformed military lunch boxes, the potato powder mixed with water was still hot on time, while the middle-aged man was still sitting on a stone, holding his lunch box and gobbling down the mashed potatoes which didn't taste very good. What's different is that this time in the bad mashed potatoes, there are some vegetable leaves and sliced dry sausages“ We infantry are all poor people. We can't compare with the armored soldiers and air force pilots who have food and drink. " Sitting not far away, the German platoon leader said with respect: "the whole company has collected five cans. If it's brother, take them. Don't be too few." Simon? Haye is not affectable, nodded and accepted the gift: "good! I'll take them all! The first division of Finnish volunteers has a hard life. I've never seen such a good thing before. Take it back to my comrades in arms to have a taste. Thank you The little Valet came to the German platoon leader, held the tin in his arms, laughed and showed his white teeth.