The flaw comes out of the pot.

The pot was borrowed by the baker from his fellow countryman in the cooking class.

The baker also thought about whether to bring this fellow villager in, but he was worried that the fellow villager would leak the news... The baker knew this fellow villager. If the fellow villager knew the truth, he would be frightened immediately, so he just told the fellow villager not to let others know.

The Second Company was concentrated in a hurry.

Qin Chuan and others immediately felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, General Streck walked to the front of the team with a few aggressive guards.

"Who is Sergeant Otto!" General Streck asked.

"It's me, general!" replied the baker.

General Streck walked up to the baker and said, "Sergeant, you borrowed a pot from the kitchen last night, did you?"

"Yes, General!"

"Can you tell me what you borrowed a pot to do?" General Streck asked.

"General, I stole your chicken!" the baker replied.

Hearing this, the soldiers couldn't help but look at the baker in shock.

Obviously, the baker knew that this matter could not be hidden and planned to bear all the responsibilities alone.

"You did it alone?" General Streck asked.

"Yes, General!" replied the baker: "I did it alone!"

"Very good!" said General Streck: "You know you're going to pay for it..."

"General!" Qin Chuan stood up: "I did it, Sergeant Otto just borrowed a pot!"

General Streck couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he heard this.

But when he saw Qin Chuan carrying a sniper rifle, he believed it.

"Hmm!" said General Streck: "This does seem to be something that a sniper can do. Do I want to apply for a medal for your excellent penetration skills?"

"General...General, I..." Keller also stood up.

"And I, General!" The soldiers stood up one after another.

What surprised Qin Chuan was that in the end, the entire company stood up, and most of them knew nothing about this.

"Very good!" General Streck glanced at Bazel and said, "Captain, your training is done well, and your soldiers are united!"

"General!" Bazel stepped forward.

"You don't want to tell me that you are involved, right!" General Streck asked.

"Yes, General!" Bazel replied: "I will get you a hen as soon as possible!"

But this obviously did not satisfy General Streck, and he said angrily: "Captain, I am not concerned with that chicken, but with you the real black sheep. Since you want to show unity, then keep the formation here until you hand over the person I want!"

As he said that, he ordered loudly: "Everyone is at attention!"

With a "wow", the soldiers all stood up.

Then Strek left with a stern face, leaving only a few guards holding submachine guns watching the soldiers in an orderly formation.

If you are in other places, standing upright and motionless may be able to withstand it, but this is a desert, with the temperature as high as 57 degrees Celsius, the sun is hanging high in the sky, and the helmet is burning hot in a short while. This thing that can protect the lives of soldiers in normal times is now ruthlessly scorching the soldiers' heads like an iron.

Sweat as big as beans drip from the forehead, and the military uniform soon became wet. After a while, the sweat became less because there was no excess water in the body to be discharged, and the next step was to be the dehydration reaction.

"Captain!" Qin Chuan said to Bazel: "Take us over, it has nothing to do with other people!"

"Yes, Captain!" said Werner: "We did it!"

"Shut up!" Bazer ordered seriously and continued to stand motionlessly.

Half an hour passed, another half an hour passed...

The breathing began to become heavy, the head was dizzy, and the stomach felt nauseous, like a high fever and nightmare.

Then, one person fell down.

The guard immediately dragged him to a cool place to rescue him, and the medical soldiers were urgently summoned.

Then, another person fell down.

Soon another one.

...

"General!" said the staff officer to General Strek: "I just checked this company, and they have made contributions in these battles, especially the sniper..."

As he said that, the staff officer handed the information to General Streck.

General Streck flipped through the information casually, and then he became more and more surprised. Then he couldn't believe what he saw. According to the information, this company was almost the key to the 5th Lightweight Division's victory.

At this time, General Streck couldn't help but regret that it would be unworthy if such an army lost its combat effectiveness because of a chicken.

More importantly, General Streck was deeply impressed by the spirit shown by this company. He knew that it was precisely such troops who fought on the battlefield.

But General Streck still didn't want to let them go like this. He looked out the team outside the window, hoping that they could not hold on to compromise with him... This is actually a very contradictory mentality. If the soldiers compromise, it means that they are not an iron army that can fight tough battles. If General Streck does not compromise, he will not be able to get over the face.

"General!" At this time, a telegraph soldier handed the telegram to General Streck and said, "General Rommel's telegram!"

General Streck glanced at the telegram and asked the staff officer: "What's the name of that sniper?"

The staff officer turned over the list and replied: "His name is Frick, General!"

General Streck couldn't help but smile bitterly. Rommel was actually going to meet the sniper alone... Perhaps it was because of his outstanding performance on the battlefield, but now he made it possible for him to die due to dehydration.

General Streck thought about it and ordered helplessly: "Order, move freely!"

"Yes!" The staff officer responded and immediately passed the order.

At the moment the order was delivered, perhaps because of the tense nerves that had been relaxed, he fainted a few more on the spot, and Qin Chuan was one of them.

When Qin Chuan woke up, he found himself lying in a shaking car, next to him, two German guards with MP40 hanging around their necks.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but be shocked. He might have taken him out and shot him!

Qin Chuan really regretted it at this moment. You have to know that this is World War II. Killing a person is no different from stepping on an ant to death. How could he make a fuss for a chicken? To be precise, it was just for a scope.

But regret is useless, Qin Chuan can only continue to lie down because he is worried that the German guards will fire a shuttle of bullets at him if he makes any moves.

A guard noticed that Qin Chuan had woken up and asked, "Sergeant, are you okay? Do you need water?"
Chapter completed!