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Highway d72 passes through the town of Roa from south to north, splitting the town of Roa in two halves.

There is a hotel called Wrangler near Highway D72 in the west of the town. It is the location of the company headquarters of the 7th Company and the canteen of the 7th Company.

Michelle and Garcia opened the main entrance of the hotel and walked straight to the restaurant on the first floor.

"John, you are late, I have eaten up all your portion, you are going to go hungry today," a voice exclaimed.

Michelle glanced at the private Clermont Matthew who was talking in anger and said:

"Clermont, hasn't anyone told you that your non-talk is the greatest contribution to the world."

Garcia's reaction was even more direct. He bent his right arm to Matthew, slapped his left hand on the biceps on his right arm and then followed Michelle to the dining table without looking back.

The fat chef Robin's eyes swept across the faces of the two, and brought out three plates in a row, handed one to Michelle and two to Garcia. Just as he was about to speak, Michelle and Garcia snatched away and said, "No leftovers are allowed."

Robin shook his head and said expressionlessly: "Wrong, it's not that you don't have to leave any food, it's that you don't have to waste it."

Michelle and Garciacizi rolled their eyes at Robin, took the plate and sat down.

As soon as they sat down, Matthew rushed to their table with only one-third of the food left.

"Garcia, why did Captain DuPont give you extra food? Are you the brother who has been separated for many years?"

Garcia didn't speak, and Michelle didn't speak.

Clermont Matthew is a famous stinky mouth in the company. Even everyone in the company knows it. It is best not to take on Matthew's words when he speaks, otherwise, for at least an hour, Matthew will stick to you like a piece of talking super glue and chatter within a distance of one meter next to you.

"Do you know that you are big and big, and you will be the first to target you when you arrive on the battlefield. You should feel glad that you can survive until now because you have not been on the battlefield, otherwise..."

Seeing that the two ignored him, Matthew didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he became more and more excited. His mouth kept spitting out all kinds of nonsense like a heavy machine gun in Hatchcas, which caused the soldiers on the dining table to fly to Michelle and Garcia one after another.

There was sympathy in their eyes, gloating fortunately, and more thankful. Fortunately, the unlucky duo attracted Matthew's firepower away, otherwise they might have been completely wiped out by Matthew's heavy machine gun firepower.

Michelle kept sweeping at Matthew's plate when eating. Seeing that Matthew had eaten all the food in the plate, he had no intention of leaving, so he had to use roundabout tactics to fight back against Matthew.

"John, eat quickly. After we finish eating, we will go back to maintain our weapons. Captain DuPont will check at ten o'clock," said Michelle.

Garcia chewed food in her mouth and said vaguely: "I understand."

Clermont Matthew's face changed. He suddenly remembered that his Hatchcais M1914 heavy machine gun had not been maintained for almost two weeks. He was afraid that he could not handle Captain DuPont's inspection, so he hurriedly got up and left without hesitation.

The smelly mouth Maxiu left, and the world was finally purified.

Garcia threw a peeled boiled egg into her mouth, glanced at Matthew's back and said, "I really hope that guy was killed by a German shell as soon as he went out."

Michelle also looked at Matthew's back and saw that his hand was already on the handle of the main entrance of the hotel.

"Garcia, how could you curse your comrades like this? You are so cruel. I just hope that the Germans can cut off his tongue so that he can no longer speak. Be kind Lord, please satisfy my wish." Michelle teased.

As soon as Michelle finished speaking, a loud bang came from outside the hotel door.

Amid the explosion, the dark red hotel gate flipped inward with a shout, slapped straight on Matthew who was about to go out.

Matthew staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground with countless shiny glass fragments.

Michelle shook his hand, and the fork in his hand almost flew away. After a moment of froze, he tilted his body and threw himself on the floor of the restaurant, covering his head and shouting, "Look down."

The speed of the others in the restaurant was not slow either. In less than ten seconds, people lying all over the floor were lying on the floor.

Michelle and Garcia lay on the floor and stared at each other, both seeing the terrified expression on each other's faces.

Thirty seconds, fifty seconds, one minute, two minutes, the second explosion did not appear for a long time.

"It might be a stray bullet," Michelle said to Garcia.

"Listen, who is calling?" Garcia gave a food instruction.

Before Michelle could hear what Garcia said, a man exclaimed: "Clamon is injured."

Michelle carefully raised half of his body and looked at the door. Sure enough, he saw the smelly mouth Mathew lying on the ground and twitching constantly, so he bent down and ran towards him.

After running to Matthew, Michelle saw Matthew's miserable situation clearly. Matthew was covered in blood and lay on his back on the ground, his body and the ground beside him were covered with shining fragments of glass.

His face was covered with scratches caused by glass fragments, and drops of red blood dripped from the rolled flesh.

The fatal wound was around his neck, a piece of glass that was about three centimeters long and was inserted into his throat with a shaped fragment of an equilateral triangle.

Seeing Michel approaching, Matthew's whole body convulsed and raised his right hand to Michelle, and let out a beastly roar in his mouth.

Although he couldn't hear the messy notes clearly, Michelle still guessed what Matthew meant, and he was asking for help.

The other soldiers in the restaurant surrounded him, and a man shouted loudly: "Go and find the health soldiers and ask them to bring medicines and stretchers."

"Someone outside was injured, my goodness, it was Aston and Martin." Someone shouted in panic.

"Matthew's injuries are very serious. Don't touch him. Let the sanitation officer deal with it." Captain DuPont said at some point when he got down from the upstairs and stood behind everyone.

"You give him some fresh air," Captain DuPont continued.

Michelle stood up and took a few steps back, but ran into someone, Garcia.

"We may not hear his voice for a long time."

Garcia stared at the glass piece around Matthew's neck, raised her hand and touched her neck, as if there was a piece of glass stuck to her neck.

"I don't think we'll hear him any more." Michelle also touched his neck and said.

Matthew couldn't wait for the health soldier. He held Captain DuPont's right hand tightly and made a horrible roar from his mouth. A mouthful of blood foam was sprayed out of his mouth with the roar.

He vomited seven or eight mouthfuls of blood. Matthew opened his mouth wide, his eyes wide open, and his body suddenly thrust and stopped twitching.

"We lost him," Michelle said expressionlessly.

"He was so unlucky that he was killed by a German stray bullet." Garcia murmured in a low voice.

"What are you still standing? Come here and carry Matthew's body out." Captain DuPont stood up and shouted with a pale face.

Garcia walked towards Matthew's body with her long legs. Michelle was about to follow her, but was stopped by Garcia's arm.

"There are no people here, you can take away the remaining food from the plate," Garcia said.

After Garcia said that, she walked to Matthew's body and reached into Matthew's armpit. Two other soldiers held one of Matthew's legs. The three of them lifted Matthew's body up and walked out of the hotel gate.

Michelle returned to the dining table and took out the flyer he had just picked up. She wrapped the buckwheat bread from the dish and boiled eggs. She turned around and was about to leave, but she reluctantly lay on the table and used a spoon to pull the oatmeal porridge in the dish into her mouth.

Michelle bulged his cheeks and just stood up when he heard two loud bangs outside the hotel.

With a "puff", all the oatmeal porridge that Michel had not had time to swallow was sprayed out.

Regardless of the wasted oatmeal, Michelle threw herself on the ground and stared at the hotel window in horror.

After two explosions, the outside of the hotel became quiet again.

Michelle's eyes turned a few times and suddenly remembered something.

"John!" Michelle exclaimed and jumped up from the floor and rushed towards the hotel gate, but was hugged by a pair of big hands and dragged behind the wall of the hotel gate.

"Don't go out, that's not a stray bullet. The German artillery has already set its sights on this place." Captain DuPont pressed Michelle tightly against the wall and shouted.

Although he was just a glance, Michelle still saw Garcia's tall body lying down on Matthew's body, with seven or eight people lying down next to him.

A soldier's right leg was blown off and was rolling and howling on the ground with his broken leg in his arms. Blood spurted out from the bloody broken leg, dyeing a large area of ​​ground red.

"What should we do? Do we watch them ignore it?" Michelle asked anxiously.

"It's a 75mm caliber shell. This door has been targeted by the Germans. No matter who goes out, he will eat a German shell. We will walk through the back door." Captain DuPont said and turned around and ran to the hotel.

"John, are you still alive?" Michelle shouted outside by the wall through the door.

"Don't come out, George, it's dangerous here." Garcia's weak voice came in intermittently.

"Can you still move? If you can move, you climb in by yourself and I'll wait for you here. If you can't move, stay where you are." Michel shouted.

"I can't move, don't worry about me." Garcia moaned.

"Don't talk or move, so as not to lose too much blood. I will definitely find a way to save you." Michel shouted.

......

To the southwest of Roye Town, Lieutenant Bault stared at the pile of corpses lying on the street in his telescope, thinking that no one would dare to come to save them this time.

"Graduate No. 1, I'm back. How is your exam progressing?"

"Forty grenades just used three of them, killing less than ten Frenchmen," said Bault.

"You keep going, my exam is about to begin, we'll talk later."

Bault turned off the radio, picked up the French position defense map drawn by himself, and reported the above position one by one according to the number above, and instructed the gunner Reinhardt.

Amid the loud sound of cannons, one by one, the shells fell on the French positions, and one by one, was suspected by Bault, and the targets of the machine gun positions were destroyed one after another.

Just as Bault's sniper guns were in full swing, in a two-story building in the southwest corner of Roye Town, a pair of angry eyes staring at the woods where Bault is located in the telescope.
Chapter completed!