The battlefield is not a workplace, and the lunch break is an almost criminal luxury for soldiers who pin their heads to their belts. You must know that when the battle is fierce, all physiological activities – sleep, eating, excretion – have to make way for the battle. It's not an exaggeration to pee in the crotch of your pants and endure poop for a day. Even in the trench confrontation phase, you have to go to the toilet in groups, on the one hand, to prevent peeping (fog), and on the other hand, to prevent being touched by the enemy, and it is too stupid to think about things like catching your tongue before you even pull up your pants, or squatting in a pit and stepping on a thunderbolt. In order to avoid this situation, it is very common for fellow brothers to get on the tuba with peace of mind, take a gun, and have a grenade in their waist to guard the door of the toilet.

Now the defense force and the royal Charlemagne army have chosen to fight in disguise, not because of how chivalrous the two sides are. In the brutal war of modernity, all the good traditional morality and order have been trampled into the muddy bottom soaked in blood and feces. Both sides, whether educated or illiterate, were originally gentlemen and good citizens or hooligan pickpockets, but now what exists in their hearts is only a strong desire to survive and the bestiality to kill all the enemies in front of them. What prompted them to accept the current "truce" for the time being was the basic needs of living beings.

If you don't eat a meal, you may not starve to death, and if you continue to consume a lot of physical strength and do not replenish water, then you will really die. It is not uncommon for soldiers to die of dehydration on the battlefield, and as soon as they stop advancing, most of the first things soldiers do is to rehydrate and rest.

By about 12 noon, after four and a half hours of brutal fighting, the outcome of the day's battle was actually doomed. For Charlemagne, despite the fact that they had committed a full 60,000 troops in the morning offensive, the battlefield situation did not improve, and the casualty rate was nearly two-thirds in exchange for the remnants approaching the enemy trenches and turning craters into "wedges" that threatened the forward line of the Wehrmacht. In the absence of artillery fire support, the Wehrmacht had nothing to do with these temporary fortifications for a while. They simply seized the time to rest and recuperate their troops and replenish ammunition. Charlemagne also took the opportunity to get new troops into the trenches, trying to open a gap with the troops stationed at the "wedge" in the next wave of attacks.

The clock was passing minute by minute, and the top leaders on both sides were seizing the time to deploy troops. The soldiers who were fortified also seized this moment of tranquility to enjoy lunch and inspect their weapons, and to evacuate the wounded. It is ironic that the two warring parties, who are not in the same boat, have reached a consensus on something at this time.

Adolf is eating his barbed wire, Grant is munching on K-bread, Dieter is nibbling on fossilized beef, and Hans is slamming sausage platter. And we just eat human flesh and throw it into our mouths. ”

The members of the Renard machine gun crew hummed a small tune as they put a steaming lunch into their mouths, and with each chew, their expressions were wonderful.

The food of the Defence Force has always been not bad, with a variety and quantity, and the officers and men stationed on the Siegfried Line can enjoy hot food, desserts and fruits every day as long as they are not in battle. The vigil also serves coffee and hot soup. Compared with its counterparts from other countries, this is simply a high-end hotel-like enjoyment. No one doesn't know what needs to be improved.

However, this kind of "five-star satisfaction" is limited to normal food, and combat rations are never within the scope of "praise" by the vast number of officers and men.

As we all know, there is a person in the Defence Force who has an unusual sense of taste, and his cooking skills can be called the leader of the emperor of the dark culinary world, and the dictator who scrambled eggs and fried rice may bring out a plate of suspected nitroglycerin-like unknown substance, and others will not be able to afford to eat a bad meal when they taste it. Such a "superman" in every sense of the word has been appointed as a battle ration...... Non-"devastating" is not enough to describe its taste.

Taking the minor tune hummed by the machine gun crew as an example, "barbed wire" refers to dehydrated and dried vegetables, that is, those in the instant noodle seasoning package, and the dehydrated and dried vegetables supplied by the defense forces are basically carrots and cabbage, which are similar to the vegetable seasoning packages in a certain brand of braised beef instant noodles. Add some hot water and grease to soak together, and it can be considered a bowl of soup. As for the taste...... It's about the same as hot water with fat and salt, and the soaked vegetables are still very dry and hard, which is also the origin of its nickname "barbed wire".

Also a member of the unpalatable combat ration species, Kloaf may at first glance seem to be undangerous. This bread, which is mixed with a lot of potato flour in wheat flour to add volume and calories, is healthy and economical, but it tastes terrible. Anyone who has tasted K bread can't help but sigh: Will you die if you separate wheat flour from potatoes and cook well?

Fossil beef is corned beef jerky, which is not perishable and has been piled up in grain depots as war reserves. If you taste it within the three-year shelf life, in addition to being too salty, you need to drink a lot of water after eating. But God knows that those jerky have been lying in the warehouse for several years, and they can't cut it with a thick-backed meat chopping knife. So much so that they had to borrow axes and chainsaws from sappers to cut and distribute, and even soldiers who were sculptors before enlisting took hammers and screwdrivers to carve corned beef jerky into various works of art, and placed them in boring bunkers to cultivate their sentiments. It doesn't make people think that this high-grade mahogany-like thing was originally used to eat.

The Schlachtplatte, which ranks third in the "worst battle rations", is a traditional Alfheim dish. Bacon, sausages, steaks, pickled cucumbers, kimchi, and the like are simmered and served. The problem is that the time on the battlefield is tight and the tasks are heavy, and often either the meat is not stewed well or the vegetables are not marinated well. Every time you take a bite of the taste that you can't tell whether it's braised or sour, you will have a deeper experience and understanding of the word "sour".

Finally, the king who has long occupied the top two in the "most unpalatable combat rations——. E and luncheon meat, two foods that terrify the brave soldiers of the defense forces. Just by listening to the messy and frightening nicknames, you can see how much the officers and soldiers hate these two kinds of food. When these two things are paired together on the dining table, their expressions are even more constipated.

Interestingly, Charlemagne's soldiers' food was not much better, not only was it hard, but it was also severely deficient in vitamin C, and .E and luncheon meat also accounted for half of the battle rations of Charlemagne's army. Before the battle began, the officers handed out large quantities of battle rations. E and a few listens to canned luncheon meat. After entering the rest, Charlemagne's soldiers immediately couldn't wait to open the cans to replenish their strength and calories, and for a while, in addition to the smell of gunpowder smoke and bloody rust, there was also a smell of luncheon meat on the battlefield. Elven and Charlemagne curses against all kinds of bad food also pervade all corners of the battlefield.

In any case, being able to whine is a sign of being alive, and for those who have died and are dying, whining has become an unattainable luxury.

Charlemagne's people were not unprepared for heavy casualties, in fact, they were ready to deal with it, both materially and psychologically. The integrated care and evacuation system for the wounded was the focus of pre-war attention. According to the plan, the casualty will be transferred through multiple health service units, each of which will provide treatment before the casualty is transferred to the next unit. This whole set of treatment and transfer procedures ends with stretchers taking the wounded from the battlefield to the large hospital with complete facilities in the rear. Generally speaking, stretcher bearers first send the wounded from the front line to battalion, regimental, brigade, and division-level guard units, and then evacuate them to different hospitals by ambulance wagons and railways according to their injury level.

Theoretically, such a system would be effective in improving the chances of survival or recovery of the wounded, but as with all systems that appear to be good in theory, Charlemagne's casualty transfer and treatment system is equally unsatisfactory in practice. First of all, there was a major setback in the first link, when the thoroughly enraged Defence Force saw the stretcher bearers as targets, and the stretcher bearers had to choose between rescuing their colleagues, being shot by the enemy, and taking up arms to protect themselves. As a result, not only did a large number of stretcher soldiers die on the battlefield, but many of the wounded were not brought back to the trenches and were forced to stay on the battlefield and die a slow and miserable death. Secondly, Charlemagne's poor management system once again played its strengths, and as the gunfire gradually faded by noon, the health service units immediately became busy, and the bandaging stations and field ambulance stations of the divisions began to receive a large number of wounded, including the unlucky ones who were hit and fell back into the trenches at the beginning of the attack, and the lucky ones who miraculously withdrew from the battlefield. The medical personnel behaved very competently, and after giving emergency treatment to the wounded, they immediately began to organize the seriously wounded to be sent to the next level of casualty treatment station to ensure that the field ambulance station could accommodate the wounded continuously.

However, there was a mistake in the link of transporting the wounded from the wounded treatment station to the rear hospital, and only one of the 18 medical and nursing trains prepared arrived at the station at noon, and the other special trains were either blocked on the railway under emergency repair, or competing with other special trains to transport the reserve for the railway line, and a large number of wounded had to be crowded in the wounded treatment station waiting for transfer. Every tent, every bed, every passage was overcrowded, and the newly arrived wounded had to lie outside the tents, wrapped in a blanket and wailing and moaning, waiting for help. With so many wounded completely breaking through the capacity of the casualty treatment station, the almost frantic military doctors, in addition to doing their best to treat the wounded, consumed the medicine and bandages that were not abundant in their hands, and could only roar at the bureaucrats who managed the railways to vent their anger and dissatisfaction: when will the emergency train come?!! if it drags on, everyone will die!!

There was not a hint of breeze, only the dreary battlefield where the Wehrmacht reconnaissance MDS swept through the air from time to time, and the living and the dead slowly struggled to spend a moment of silence in the quagmire of war. Everyone knew that with each passing second, the bloodier and fiercer battles were getting closer. Countless red eyes stared at the battlefield, full of nervousness and nervousness, waiting for the battle to come.