Chapter 301 Rainy Season

It started to drizzle, and the soldiers, who had lived and fought in the desert for a long time, were overwhelmed by the sudden rain, and most of them got their uniforms and blankets wet.

"God!" Werner complained with the wet letter in his hand: "This is great!"

The baker looked at the sky that was about to get dark and said: "When will this damn rain stop!"

"It won't stop!" Alfredo replied: "It's the rainy season in Algeria now, and it will rain intermittently for several months until the dry season comes next year!"

Qin Chuan looked at his half-wet marching blanket and the army's simple tent for a while, and then asked Alfredo: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, Lieutenant!" Alfredo replied: "I've been here before, and I know a little about the weather here!"

Werner replied: "That is to say... we have to hide in this broken tent until next year?"

"I have never hated rain so much!" said the baker.

This can be said to be a kind of irony... In the desert, soldiers are ecstatic when it rains occasionally, but in Algeria, the high humidity is a torture.

"Lieutenant!" At this time, a guard shouted outside the tent: "There is a French woman looking for you, she is outside the camp!"

Before Qin Chuan answered, the soldiers shouted "Wow".

"Let me see!" Werner said, lifting the tent and looking out.

"God, she is beautiful!" Werner said: "She drove here!"

The soldiers started to make a noise again.

Qin Chuan knew that it was Annette. He only knew one French woman, and he knew that she would come to him again, but he didn't expect that she would come so soon.

As expected, when Qin Chuan walked out with a raincoat, he saw Annette waving at him with an umbrella outside the camp, and an old-fashioned Beetle car parked next to her... To be precise, this car cannot be called "old-fashioned" in this era.

"Hi!" Annette greeted Qin Chuan who was walking up in the mud: "They won't let me in..."

"Yes, this is the military camp!" Qin Chuan replied.

"Do you know her, Lieutenant?" a guard asked.

"Yes!" Qin Chuan nodded.

"Sorry, Lieutenant!" The guard's face was immediately embarrassed: "I didn't know she was your friend!"

Then Qin Chuan understood that the guard must have teased Annette before he came... until Annette said she was her friend.

"Get in the car!" Annette opened the door.

"Where are we going?" Qin Chuan asked.

"My home!" Annette said: "Why? Do you need me to beg you?"

"No!" Qin Chuan replied: "I'm just worried about getting your car wet!"

"Don't worry!" Annette replied: "My father won't mind!"

Qin Chuan took off his raincoat and hid in the co-pilot's seat. Annette drove the car skillfully and turned a corner... The right rear wheel "banged" into a puddle, and the mud soaked the two guards.

Then Annette stretched out a hand out of the car window and made an indecent gesture.

This made Qin Chuan a little puzzled, and he stared at Annette in a daze.

"What?" Annette asked.

"Do you have to be so rude?"

"Sorry, Lieutenant!" Annette replied: "I didn't know you were a gentleman!"

The two couldn't help laughing.

"So!" Qin Chuan said: "Is it your father who wants to see me?"

"Uh-huh!" Annette asked back: "Why don't you think it's me who wants to see you?"

"Because you won't risk walking into the barracks!" Qin Chuan said: "And alone, unless you have to do it!"

Annette looked at Qin Chuan unexpectedly and said: "You are smart, but you guessed wrong..."

"Oh?"

"I will!" Annette replied: "Because I know that as long as I say I am your friend, they won't do anything to me!"

"I should pretend not to know you!" Qin Chuan put on a look of regret.

"Too late!" Annette laughed.

The car drove into Algiers. Because it was raining and there were not many pedestrians on the street, the car arrived in front of a manor smoothly. The old man guarding the gate opened the iron gate, and a French villa appeared in front of Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but whistled: "I didn't know you were so rich!"

Annette didn't answer, but just smiled bitterly.

Qin Chuan knew what that meant... Being rich in this war era is not a good thing. For example, now, their wealth may not be theirs overnight, and even whether they can save their lives is a problem.

The car drove to the gate of the villa. Several men in formal wear were waiting at the door with their families and a group of servants. When the car stopped, a fat man came up in person.

"Nice to meet you, Lieutenant!" The fat man introduced himself in slightly awkward English: "My name is Benoit, Annette's father!"

Qin Chuan was stunned when he heard this. He knew that Benoit was the leading French businessman in Algeria and the president of the French Chamber of Commerce in Algeria. He didn't expect it to be Annette's father.

Qin Chuan was welcomed into the restaurant like a VIP... There was a rectangular French dining table with candles lit on it. The flames danced happily, illuminating the smiles on everyone's faces, which looked relaxed but actually contained worry and fear.

Benoit clapped his hands, and the servants brought up the fragrant dishes one by one.

The main course was duck breast, which was garnished with some fried potato chips and drizzled with balsamic vinegar. It was obvious that some thought was put into it.

"Lieutenant, I'm not sure if you like it rare or medium rare!" Benoit said, "So I specially prepared one for each!"

"Mr. Benoit!" Qin Chuan said, "I'm just a lieutenant, I don't know..."

"No, no, Mr. Lieutenant!" Benoit replied, "Please don't mind, just treat this place as your home. If possible, I hope you can move here to live. You know, the rainy season is coming, and it's not suitable to be stationed in the suburbs..."

"Speaking of this, Mr. Benoit!" Qin Chuan said, "We do need a place as a barracks, or two places to be exact. In addition to the First Infantry Division, there are also Italian troops!"

"Of course, of course!" Benoit replied, "Everything has been arranged, the place, the accommodation, the clean blankets, and the food... Just a nod!"

Hearing this, Qin Chuan was stunned. He didn't expect Benoit to be so meticulous.

But this seems normal. In order to survive, who wouldn't consider all possibilities? !