But these are not what Qin Chuan and other infantrymen should worry about... It was a contest between ground air defense forces and British fighter jets.

When the German soldiers were bored, they watched and bet in the trenches.

"One!"

"Two!"

...

The soldiers bet with cigarettes, betting that several cars carrying supplies would be blown out of the village entrance... The British "mosquito" bombers, fighters, had been stuck in the air for a long time. However, because this type of aircraft is made of wooden structure and can easily disintegrate under the attack of anti-aircraft fire, they can only fly outside the village of Sideoma, to be precise, at the outer range of the anti-aircraft fire, and only wait for the car to leave this range and get some cheaper.

"Sergeant, don't you bet some?" Alphredo asked with a lit smoke in his mouth, waving a flying spear Qin Chuan: "If there is no cigarette, I can lend you some!"

Alphredo is the dealer, and he is very lucky. He has taken all five games and has piled up a lot of cigarettes in front of him.

"No!" Qin Chuan replied.

He has no interest in these things, and so does cigarettes.

Cigarettes are very important on the battlefield because they are one of the few things that can relieve stress, and the pressure on the battlefield will almost crush everyone.

It is also because of this that cigarettes often become a "hard currency" among soldiers, that is, almost everything can be measured by cigarettes.

However, Qin Chuan knew that as a sniper, he could not rely too much on cigarettes. Otherwise, what should the cigarette addicted person do when he was lurking on the battlefield and waiting for his target? Or what should he do if he smoked too much and wanted to cough?

Although these may seem like small things, they may kill you at critical moments.

At this time, a car stopped in front of the soldiers with a "scream". A car soldier with a little wound on his head poked out and asked, "Hey, they told me you are from the Second Infantry Company?"

"Yes!" Alphredo asked: "Do you want to have a gamble?"

"What are you betting on?" The driver was a little confused.

"Betting that several cars will be blown up within ten minutes!" Alphredo raised his head to several cars that were still smoking outside the village.

The driver was stunned when he heard this, and then cursed: "You bastards!"

The soldiers laughed out loud.

As mentioned before, the battlefield is under great pressure and soldiers need to have some fun to relieve the pressure.

"Tell me!" Werner shouted at the driver: "If you weren't here to try your luck, then what were you here for?"

The driver got out of the car, pulled the canvas in the back car angrily, and said to about two hundred chickens locked in a cage inside: "This is also the question I want to ask. Corporal, my task is to hand over these chickens to you... I don't understand why there is this task!"

The German soldiers were also puzzled. Qin Chuan suddenly remembered something and said, "That's a reward for us!"

"What?" Everyone was stunned.

"That's the reward given to us by General Streck!" Qin Chuan said: "Because we found supplies in Sideoma!"

"Sergeant!" Werner was still a little unbelievable. He pointed to the back carriage and piled up like a hill and said, "You mean... are all these chickens for us?"

"Yes!" Qin Chuan replied: "One per person!"

With a "coaxing", the soldiers were instantly excited, and rushed over and quickly split a car of chickens.

"This is yours, Sgt.!" Werner helped Qin Chuan pick up one and said, "You are the most qualified to receive this reward!"

"Incredible!" The driver shook his head angrily as he looked at this scene, saying, "Do you know how many dangers I have taken for this car that is full of smell? I experienced two strafing and one bombing of British fighter jets, and my co-pilot even lost his life. The result of sending it here is to divide them into your food..."

At this moment a voice came from behind: "If you know what they did, you know it's totally worth it!"

The soldiers looked back and saw that it was General Strek. He had changed into a brand new military uniform. He must have taken a shower and looked energetic. He followed him with two guards holding MP40s.

"General!"

"General!"

...

The soldiers stood up and saluted.

General Streck nodded, walked to the driver and said, "Corporal, I regret the sacrifice of your comrades, but you cannot think that what you have done is meaningless! You must know that the army in front of you has repeatedly decided the victory or defeat of our army. It can be said that even the most expensive reward is not too much, but all I can give them is a chicken!"

"Sorry, General!" The driver hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "I don't know what you mean!"

General Streck nodded, then turned to the soldiers and said, "Soldiers, thank you for everything you have done. This is what you deserve, enjoy it!"

"Yes, General!" the soldiers answered in unison.

After General Strek turned and left, the soldiers cheered.

But after cheering, they were stunned at the live chickens in their hands. The soldiers didn't know how to do it, so they handed it over to the kitchen team... There were nearly 200 people in a company, each with one, which was 200 chickens. The kitchen team was too busy to do it.

"The general should handle it!" said Werner.

"You should be grateful, Werner!" Kuhn opposed: "At least we have, and we are still alive!"

"But what can we do with it?" Yakop said, holding the chicken cage: "Can it lay an egg every day like a general?"

"God!" The baker looked at Yakop incrediblely: "You're just a rooster, do you hope it lays eggs for you?"

The soldiers couldn't help laughing.

Then someone asked in the chicken coop, "Is this just a female?"

Some German soldiers did not have much common sense in life, especially most of them were soldiers born after World War I. They came into contact with factories, machines, parts, and most of the chickens they saw were cooked on plates.

Of course, this is only part of it.

"Don't think about it!" Bazer walked to the team with the chicken he had received and said, "Even if your chicken can lay eggs, even if you can support it... But are you carrying it to the battlefield to fight?"

Bazer raised a realistic problem. In fact, it is not easy to raise a chicken on the battlefield because it needs to provide water and food, which are often scarce resources for the troops in the desert.

"So!" Bazel finally concluded: "No one has to think about it. No matter what method you have, turn this thing into a corpse as soon as possible and put it in your stomach!"

"Corpsy"...
Chapter completed!