Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

Rosen knew very well where he would go next, and was thinking about how to prepare more sufficient supplies.

The truck sped along with its lights on until Belgium made its defence and then it turned off the lights. It then continued on its way until it was a few kilometres away from Bastogne, when it finally stopped.

"Damn it! I never thought I'd get to skydive out of a truck one day."

"It's called a tailgate jump. If your parachute doesn't open, at least you won't be smashed to pieces."

"Shut your stinky mouth."

……

A group of people jumped out of the car, bickering with each other while relieving themselves.

Afterwards, everyone formed a column and prepared to walk into Bastogne. At this time, the sound of fierce gunfire could be faintly heard.

"We are on the battlefield again." someone said.

But none of you know how cruel this battlefield will be, Rosen thought.

Company E marched along both sides of the road, with the defeated American soldiers in the middle. Some of them had thrown away their weapons and coats, looking in a very miserable state.

Some even shouted like crazy: "Run! They will kill you! They are too crazy, we can't stop them, tanks, machine guns, and those blue lights!"

"They are talking nonsense," Winters shouted in order to protect the morale of the company. "These guys are so pitiful. It's a shame."

Rosen had no time to mock these fleeing soldiers. Instead, he walked over and said, "Do you have any bullets? Grenades will do, and I think your coat is nice, give it to me."

The person he stopped looked at him blankly, then gave him everything Rosen wanted.

George Lutz, Bill Randleman and others followed suit, walking towards the front line while constantly collecting supplies from the defeated soldiers.

But this was not enough, especially as the further they went, the louder the sound of artillery fire became, mixed with gunfire, and everyone was asking, "Where is the ammunition?"

Soon someone drove over in a jeep full of grenades and bullets. His name was George Rice, who was in charge of logistics. He happened to know where the ammunition was and also knew that Company E was short of ammunition, so he delivered it.

After that, he kept driving boxes of bullets and grenades until each soldier could no longer carry them.

There was no problem at all for Rosen, and he carried the most ammunition openly and secretly.

粗略估计，MK3A2手雷至少有10箱，M1子弹则是20箱。

Because it was dark and the place was crowded, Lieutenant Rice probably didn't know that someone had stolen so much ammunition. Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.

Although some of the ammunition was solved, the situation of Company E was still not very good, because they had no artillery, no air support, and lacked food, mortar shells and other necessary equipment.

What's even worse is that the temperature has dropped sharply below zero, and snowflakes are floating from time to time, but they have no winter clothes.

But they couldn't take care of these things for now, because they were sticking their butts out and digging trenches frantically.

On December 12, Company E moved to the front south of Foy as part of the Bastogne perimeter.

This is a forest with a pasture in front and a slope extending all the way to the village of Fuwa, 1 km away.

The forest was filled with rows of thick pine trees. Rosen and others began to dig foxholes a few meters inside the woods, build defense lines, and set up outposts at the edge of the woods.

If Rosen wanted, he could summon poisonous vines at any time to easily help him dig a trench, or even dig an underground fortification.

But he didn't do that.

Like everyone else, he wielded an M1943 engineer shovel to dig a hole in the frozen ground.

"After continuous practice, you have acquired a new skill: Earthwork, Level 1. When you hold an engineer shovel or a pickaxe, your digging speed increases by 20%, the stability of your fortifications increases by 30%, concealment increases by 30%, and comfort increases by 20%."

Rosen pulled the corners of his mouth and put on a bitter smile.

In the early morning of December 12, thick fog covered the entire forest and pasture.

In the morning, frost and snow were everywhere, especially on the trees, which were completely white. It really was like falling into a world made of broken jade.

It’s a pity that it’s too cold.

Except for Rosen, who was not affected by the severe cold at all, no one had the leisure to appreciate these magnificent scenery.

Eugene Law, the company's medical soldier, put his hands in his pockets and hunched his neck as he walked around the defense line, searching for medicines and anesthetics.

"Hey, Eugene, be careful." Rosen saw him and waved at him, saying, "The German sniper on the opposite side has been aiming at this side."

Although Eugene's last name also belongs to Luo, it is not related to Rosen's Luo. However, Rosen has a very good impression of this enthusiastic and kind medical soldier.

Especially since they were in the same industry, they chatted a lot in private.

Eugene jumped into Rosen's foxhole and immediately exclaimed, "My God! It's so comfortable here. I guarantee that this is definitely the most comfortable foxhole in the entire E Company, no, it should be said that it is the most comfortable foxhole in the 101st Division. Once I sit here, I don't want to move."

"Eugene, no matter how good a foxhole is, it's still a foxhole." Rosen patted his helmet and said, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Do you have any more morphine from Holland?" Eugene asked.

"Yes." Rosen reached out from under a piece of clothing in the foxhole and pulled out a backpack. He handed it directly to Eugene and said, "That's all. Use it sparingly."

Eugene looked at the things in his backpack and immediately became happy. He said, "It's a pity there are no scissors. I'll look somewhere else."

"Let me take you there," Rosen said, "or else you'll be in trouble if you really run into German soldiers."

Eugene didn't hesitate and let Rosen follow him with the M1 Garand.

After searching and asking many people, they still couldn't find anyone who had the scissors, and at this time, the two of them had unknowingly arrived at the battalion headquarters.

Captain Winters was with his back turned, applying shaving cream to his face.

Shaving in this kind of weather is really a painful experience.

At this moment, Rosen glanced and saw a German soldier in a winter coat emerging from the woods in the distance.

He didn't bring a gun. He walked to an open space, took off his clothes and pants, squatted down and started to shoot.

Rosen looked at Captain Winters and saw him signal not to shoot, so he tiptoed over and pointed his gun at him.

It wasn't until he had solved the problem that he said in German: "Come here."

The soldier was stunned at the time, but he still cooperated, raised his hands, and walked over to surrender.

Captain Winters searched all the pockets on his body and found only a few photos and a roll of bandages.

"Send him to the regiment headquarters." Winters waved his hand.

"Rosen, let's go." Seeing that he couldn't find anything useful from Winters, Eugene turned around and left.

After they walked a few steps, Eugene saw another medic, Ralph Spinner.

"Do you have any extra scissors?"

As You Jingang asked, he heard a shrill whistle from the sky.

Ooooooh.

"Bombard!" Rosen shouted, grabbed Eugene and rushed to an empty trench nearby.

Boom.

A pine tree less than fifty meters away was blown into countless pieces on the spot, and some pine branches were still burning, emitting black smoke.

"Medic..."

Eugene heard the shouting and rushed over.

The bombardment continued, but the German infantry did not attack.