"I don''t know if the division headquarters can give us two cans." The company commander took another puff on one side and looked at the picture of more than a dozen German soldiers standing on the gun barrel cheering in the distance. He narrowed his eyes and became small: "these little bunnies."“ well! Beauty, can we take a picture for you? " A war photographer saw Ryan and Alice here, came up and said with a smile. His uniform was much cleaner, and he also carried a beautiful Luger pistol. The front-line fighters, that is, the traditional bighead soldiers, generally used the P-38 pistol. Only the rear personnel who never participated in the battle were equipped with the Luger pistols that were eliminated because of the high price“ Good! If you don''t mind, I''d like to take a separate picture with my conductor Alice said with a sweet smile. She had two shallow dimples on her face. She looked more lovely and charming“ Your conductor? " The young photographer was still dreaming of getting close to the beautiful woman, and then spent an unforgettable night. It was obviously a little unhappy to hear the beautiful woman talking like this. When he turned his head and looked at Ryan, he immediately put away his little thought“ Long live the Fuehrer! Sir Standing at attention, he raised his arm and saluted a German salute. Only then did the photographer dare to continue to say, "can I take pictures of you and your soldiers?"“ All right Ryan reluctantly stood on the side of the French train gun. Alice grinned shyly and stood beside him. They were almost a punch away. Standing in the sun, she left a group photo of them.