A heavy summer rain had turned the roads muddy. On the slick, muddy road, a convoy of German soldiers sped along, their wheels flinging up more mud as they rolled over the gravel.
The German soldiers in the convoy wore camouflage ponchos and were mostly armed with automatic weapons—MP40s, and even their standard rifles were G43s. Judging by their equipment, this was clearly an elite unit. Unlike regular troops, their faces were painted with camouflage.
Sitting in the front passenger seat, Pierre occasionally glanced at the surrounding farmland.
Lot Valley—this area used to be covered in vineyards, with rivers edged by cliffs, dotted with beautiful houses and castles along both banks.
But the war had destroyed the vineyards—large swathes were converted to farmland for growing potatoes, pumpkins, and other food crops to make bread.
If not for the war, this place would still be full of vineyards and wineries.
