Chapter 113 Flaw

The flaw was in the pot.

The pot was borrowed by the baker from a fellow villager in the kitchen.

The baker also thought about whether to bring this fellow villager in, but he was worried that this fellow villager would leak the news... The baker knew this fellow villager, and if the fellow villager knew the truth, he would be scared at the first time, so he just told the fellow villager not to let others know.

The second company was gathered together in a burst of rapid whistles.

Qin Chuan and others felt that something was wrong at the first time. Sure enough, General Strike walked to the front of the team with several aggressive guards.

"Who is Sergeant Otto!" General Strike asked.

"It's me, General!" The baker replied.

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

"Yes, General!"

"Can you tell me what you borrowed the pot for?" General Strike asked.

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

Hearing this, the soldiers looked at the baker in astonishment.

Obviously, the baker knew that he could not hide this matter any longer, and planned to take all the responsibility alone.

"Did you do it alone?" General Strike asked.

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

"Very good!" General Strike said: "You know you will pay the price for this..."

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

General Strike was a little surprised when he heard this.

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

"Hmm!" General Strike said: "This does look like something that only a sniper can do. Should I apply for a medal for your outstanding infiltration skills?"

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

"And me, 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 matter.

"Very good!" General Strike glanced at Bazel and said, "Captain, you did a good job in training, and your soldiers are very united!"

"General!" Bazel stepped forward.

"You don't want to tell me that you are also involved!" General Strike asked.

"Yes, General!" Bazel replied, "I will find a hen for you as compensation as soon as possible!"

But this obviously did not satisfy General Strike. He said angrily: "Captain, I am not concerned about the chicken, but that you hand over the real black sheep. Since you want to show unity, then stand here in formation until you hand over the person I want!"

Then he gave a loud order: "All stand at attention!"

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

Then Strike left with a stern face, leaving only a few guards holding submachine guns to watch the soldiers in neat formation.

If it were somewhere else, standing still and straight might be bearable, but this is a desert, the temperature is as high as 57 degrees Celsius, the sun is high in the sky, and the helmets will be scorching hot in a short while. This thing that can protect the lives of soldiers in normal times is now like an iron, ruthlessly burning the heads of soldiers.

Bean-sized sweat dripped from the forehead, and the military uniform was soon soaked. After a while, the sweat became less, because there was no excess water in the body to be discharged, and the next reaction was dehydration.

"Captain!" Qin Chuan said to Bazel: "Hand us over, it has nothing to do with others!"

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

"Shut up!" Bazel ordered seriously and continued to stand still.

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

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

Then, a person fell down.

The guard immediately dragged him to a cool place for rescue, and the medical staff was also urgently called over.

Then, another person fell down.

Soon another one.

...

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

Then the staff officer handed the information to General Stryk.

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

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

More importantly, General Stryk was also deeply impressed by the spirit shown by this company. He knew that it was precisely such troops that would fight on the battlefield.

But General Strike still didn't want to let them go. He looked at the troops outside the window, hoping that they would not be able to hold on and compromise with him... This was actually a very contradictory mentality. If the soldiers compromised, it would mean that they were not an iron army that could fight hard battles. If they didn't compromise, General Strike would lose face.

"General!" At this time, a signalman handed the telegram to General Strike and said, "A telegram from General Rommel!"

General Strike glanced at the telegram and asked the staff officer: "What is the name of the sniper?"

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

General Strike couldn't help but smile bitterly. Rommel actually wanted to meet this sniper alone... Maybe it was because of his outstanding performance on the battlefield, but now he might die of dehydration.

General Strike thought about it and gave a helpless order: "Order, free movement!"

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

At the moment the order was passed, perhaps because the tense nerves relaxed, several people fainted on the spot, and Qin Chuan was one of them.

When Qin Chuan woke up, he found himself lying on a shaky car, and there were two German guards with MP40s hanging around their necks.

Qin Chuan was shocked. Wouldn't he be taken out and shot?

At this moment, Qin Chuan really regretted it. You know, this is World War II. Killing a person is no different from stepping on an ant. How could he do this for a chicken... or to be more precise, for a scope.

But regret is useless. Qin Chuan can only continue to lie still, because he is worried that if he moves a little, the German guards will shoot at him.

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

The guard's tone made Qin Chuan feel relieved. Seeing that his sniper rifle was also placed aside, he was completely relieved... If he was to be shot, he would not bring the gun with him.