Calais department, Cambrai, France, a certain unit of the German SS.

At suppertime, instead of mingling with the soldiers to eat, as usual, Gaither stood in front of the camp, as if waiting for something.

HIS COMPANY, DURING THE ASSAULT ON CAMBRAI THREE DAYS EARLIER, WAS SUDDENLY CONFRONTED BY A FRENCH ARMORED COMPANY ARMED WITH 13 SOMUAS-35 MEDIUM TANKS.

After a fierce battle, although Geiser Company successfully destroyed 6 French tanks with the help of the "Iron Fist" anti-tank rocket launcher and a large number of "2" anti-tank grenades, and cooperated with the friendly armored troops who arrived later to annihilate the remaining 7 tanks, but at the same time, his own troops were also heavily damaged, with a reduction of 40%, and only three infantry fighting vehicles remained.

Faced with such heavy casualties, the superiors had no choice but to order Gaither to stay where he was, waiting for the new recruits to fill in before catching up with the large army that had left first.

Geisher was lucky, he only waited for two days before receiving a report from his superiors, saying that a batch of SS recruits in Germany had just been trained, and that this batch of recruits was originally planned to be mixed with a small number of veterans to form a new infantry division, but considering the situation at the front, the SS headquarters decided to send this batch of recruits directly to the front to replenish the losses of the front-line troops, and the situation of Geisser's company was reported to the personnel department just before the allocation of places was determined, and he got a rare opportunity to replenish.

Winter nights come quickly, and just after five o'clock, it is getting dark.

I don't know how long I waited, but a few bright lights finally came out not far away, and with the sound of engines getting closer and closer, six troop transport trucks showed their voices and shadows under the light of the remaining street lamps.

"Crunch!" The six trucks, under the control of the driver, stopped steadily outside the camp.

An officer with the rank of SS second lieutenant then jumped out of the leading truck, ran to Gaither in small steps, and saluted: "Good evening, Mr. Captain!" ”

"Good evening, comrade." Gaither casually replied.

"On the orders of my superiors, I am responsible for transporting 73 recruits to your department, please accept them!" The second lieutenant saluted again, then ran back to the trucks and shouted at the six trucks, "Get out of the car when you're here!" ”

As soon as the second lieutenant finished speaking, the six trucks, which had been quiet, suddenly became agitated, and dozens of soldiers in SS winter uniforms jumped out of the trucks in a quick and orderly manner, and then trotted all the way to Gaither, forming a neat four rows.

"Count!" The second lieutenant then ordered.

"One!" "Two! "Three! ”……

"Report! All in one! "Report! The second row is here! ”……

"Mr. Captain! Recruits assembled! After confirming that all the people were complete, the second lieutenant took out a document from the document bag he was carrying on his waist, handed it to Gaither and said, "Please sign here after confirming that there is no problem." ”

Gaither frowned when he glanced at the recruits, but quickly recovered from his original state, took the paper and pen from the second lieutenant's hand, and signed his name in a chic manner.

"Mission accomplished, goodbye sir!" The second lieutenant saluted a third time, turned and ran back to the truck.

The roar of the engines rang out again, and the six trucks quickly disappeared from Gaither's line of sight.

Retracting his gaze from a distance, Gaither glanced at the tall recruits standing in front of him, and after a long time, he shook his head towards the camp and said lightly: "Go in, someone will assign you to various teams." ”

With that, Gaither walked to his house without looking back.

"All of them! Step together~go! Seeing Gaither enter the barracks, the leader of the platoon of recruits gave the order and led all the recruits into the camp in a neat pace.

"A bunch of recruit eggs." Not far away, Fogel, who was eating dinner, couldn't help but pout as he looked at a group of recruits who walked into the camp in unison.

"Indeed...... But sooner or later, the war will teach them everything. Hoffman sat down on an empty ammunition crate, took a piece of white bread from the table in front of him, and scooped a large lump of minced meat from the roasted can with a spoon and smeared it into his mouth.

"Huh." Hans, who was amused by this, chuckled twice, then took a bite of the salted potato in his hand, and said vaguely, "Then they must survive." ”

As they talked, Gro walked back, followed by five new recruits in new uniforms.

"Stand up!" When Hoffman saw Groh returning, he immediately put down the food in his hand and shouted.

Several people on the ground immediately climbed up.

"Long live the Führer!" Including the recruits, 10 people saluted at the same time.

"Sit!" Gro lowered his right hand and waved for everyone to sit down.

Hearing this, several veterans sat back in their seats and returned to their previous appearance.

Several of the recruits looked at the ground and continued to stand stupidly.

"The boxes over there are all empty, go and move them yourself." Hans nibbled on a bite of food he hadn't finished before gesturing to the right with a pile of ammunition boxes.

Several recruits listened to Hans's words, glanced at each other, and all trotted over, and one of them carried a box back, leaned the G41 rifle on his back into his arms, and sat on the ammunition box in a standard sitting position.

"Oh, recruits......" Hans chipped on his food, glanced at the well-seated recruits, and chuckled again.

Four of the five listened to Hans's taunt, and all of them unconsciously lowered their heads, except for one who glared at Hans.

"Yo, you're not convinced?" Hans put down the food in his hand and looked at the man with interest.

"Report!" When the soldier heard Hans's words, Hula stood up at once, and replied with his eyes straight ahead in a standard posture of standing upright and reporting, "I don't disagree, but I just think that you don't respect us, comrade?" ”

"What?" Hans was stunned when he heard this, and then let out a burst of laughter, "Hahaha! What do you say? Respect? ”

The other veterans, except for Gro, who was the squad leader, also laughed.

"Isn't that weird? What's so funny? The soldier was puzzled.

"Where did you learn this?" Hans finally stopped laughing, and then pointed his finger at the standard sitting and standing postures of the recruits, "And you postures......"

"Boot barracks!" The standing soldier replied loudly.

"Boot barracks?" Hans laughed again, "Is that what they teach you?" Hahaha! ”

"What's wrong with this? Aren't these verious? The soldier blushed, then muttered in a low voice, "I'm what a German soldier should be, like you ......."

As he spoke, he glanced at the crooked sitting postures of the veterans.

"I wonder if I'm coming from Bethrichen......"

"Hey! Soldier! Gro suddenly bounced up from his chair when he heard this, "Watch your words!" The glory of Berissingen is not to be insulted! ”