A white coat of arms with a unicorn in the center and two laurel branches underneath. Lieutenant Snyder nodded in satisfaction, then handed the paint can in his hand to the gun commander who was lying on the turret mouth and looking down.

"Hank, see no, this is art." Snyder said proudly, patting the turret armor of the No. 4 tank.

"There's a horse in the middle, head."

"It's a unicorn, you're a hillbilly, Sergeant Hank." The driver, Llavik, was wearing only a pair of pants and was standing next to the tank and smoking a cigarette happily.

"You bastard, put your clothes on, and don't show off your fat flesh in front of me." Hank picked up a greasy rag from the turret and threw it at the driver.

"My clothes are all hanging there, and there are no spare. If I don't send a new rubber seal over today, I'll have to wear this thing in my swimming trunks. The driver grabbed the rag and threw it on the front armor of the tank.

"Company commander! I brought back the spare parts, as well as today's supplies. "The young senior soldier wore a crisp black armored uniform and rode a women's bicycle with a basket hanging from the front of the faucet and an uncovered wooden crate strapped to the back seat.

"Bread, beef in sauce, slices of ham, and hot coffee, butter, cheese and sausages, plus ten eggs." Carl, the loader, parked his bike, lifted the basket and handed it to Snyder, who was crouching on the body.

"Ah, new seals, tape, two throat transmitters, two boxes of fuses. What is this? Hi Stvance, your radio spare parts have arrived, let me see what else is on the list. The driver unloaded the box from the back seat of the bike, then crouched aside and began rummaging through it.

"Oh, and here's your letter. I brought it back for you. The Private pulled an envelope from the inner pocket of his uniform and handed it to Snyder.

"Oh? Thank you, Carl. Snyder handed the basket to the gun commander who had climbed out of the turret, and then took the letter.

The young loader smiled shyly, then walked under the awning by the tank, took off his neat uniform, shirt, trousers, and leather shoes, folded them neatly, and put them in a wooden box beside him, and then changed into a white coveralls and a pair of cowhide work boots on a clothesline.

Sergeant Hank placed the basket on the table under the awning and pulled a folding knife from his pants pocket. Rub it on your sleeve and start cutting the bread. Stevens and Lawick also walked over, and the two frolicked, taking the plates, cutlery, and cups of five people from the sidery box and placing them on the folding table. Stevens opened the paper packet of the sauced beef, pulled out a folding knife and began to divide the meat, and Lawick pulled out another bottle of wine from the box.

"Lieutenant, come over for lunch, coffee is still hot." Hank finished cutting the bread and lifted the small thermos with the coffee in it and poured it into the lieutenant's cup.

"Lieutenant?" It was found that the commander did not respond. The gun commander looked back suspiciously, but saw their usually calm and calm tank company commander standing beside the tank with his head bowed with his head bowed.

"Lieutenant, it's okay." Hank stepped forward and asked worriedly.

"No, no, no! Thank you. It's okay! God, I mean, that's great! Snyder suddenly turned around, his face ecstatic. He grabbed Hank's shoulders with both hands and shook it vigorously.

"My wife just gave birth to a son! Hank, I have a son! I have a son! Hank! Snyder let go of a hand and put his arm around the gunner's neck. Put the letter in front of Hank's eyes.

"Look! Three thousand eight hundred grams, boy! Thank God! Oh, can you believe it? The tank company commander happily patted the gun commander on the shoulder.

"Oh, God! Congratulations and congratulations, sir. Little Lisa must be glad to have a younger brother. ”

"Of course, of course! Hank, I'm going to invite the officers and men of the whole company to drink tonight, the Snyder family has a new member, and the German Army has a little tank soldier! Snyder let go of Hank's shoulders and waved a letter over to his crew, ready to tell everyone he met the good news.

"Hehe, what a timely gift." Hank turned his head to look at the commander who was excitedly rubbing the communicator's hair, patting the driver on the back, lifting the wine on the table and looking up to drink, with a heartfelt smile on his face.

The gunner turned around and reached out and patted the hard side skirts of Tank No. 4 beside him. During this time, as the advance company of the landing assault armored battalion, the pressure on the company commander Snyder was too great.

For its participation in the assault of the Hydra Regiment and its bravery and tenacity in battle, Snyder's tank company was commended by Guderian. Although he was not able to transfer into the Hydra Legion, he was given priority in personnel replenishment and material replenishment. In the middle of the French campaign, the company was forced to move to the rear due to heavy mechanical wear and tear.

Due to the excessive losses, Snyder was not promoted, but received a personal commendation from the High Command, as well as an Iron Cross of the First Class and a new Silver Armored Assault Medal from the Führer. Since the entire company was beaten to only two and a half platoons, the tanks were almost scrapped, and they had been commended by the high command, they were given the opportunity to change their outfits.

As a result, when they saw the tank unloaded from the heavy armored trailer, the whole company was stunned by what was in front of them. Judging from the hull and turret, this should be the No. 4 tank, but the No. 4 in front of me is actually equipped with a long-barreled gun. This is simply the dream of all the four tankers, they have long hated the short boy, like the one in front of them, this is the man.

Type 4 G is written in the operation manual and equipment list issued by the Equipment Department. In addition to a 48-mm gun with a 75-mm diameter, an additional 50-mm armor plate was added to the front, the commander's conning tower was reinforced, a periscope and an armor cover were installed, the hatch cover was changed to a lifting-rotating opening and closing type, and a gun carriage for an anti-aircraft machine gun was added behind the conning tower. It is said that the Führer personally inquired about the improvement of this type of tank, and this is only a transitional model, but all tankers said hahaha in response to this rumor. How can this be a transitional model, look at the front face of this 80 mm, look at the 75 mm long gun, and then look at the parameters of this gun, they are already invincible in the world.

However, the more exciting thing is yet to come, this tank turned out to be a special modification of the improved version. This thing can actually dive! When Snyder and Hank heard about this function, they wanted to flip the table directly! Twenty-three tons of this thing, diving? It's stuck on the mudflats. What rice? Not in the river? Diving under the sea? Were we incorporated into the Navy? How does this thing work underwater? Could it be electric? Engine snorkel? And what about people? Don't you care about people? All tankers felt that this thing had been clearly a pit for tankmen from the time the design plan was formulated.

This tank was originally designed to land in Britain, and it was the long-cherished wish of every German soldier to defeat the British. But Germany lacks experience in armored landings, and the army does not have the concept of tank landing ships, and a group of generals scratch their heads when they look at the map, and the beach draft is too shallow for cargo ships to get close to. How can the tank pass, is it possible to use a barge to slowly ferry? Then the British have to let Ah, the army and air force on the other side are not dead.

So some of the more brainy guys began to go the wrong way, since the ship could not get ashore, then let the tanks climb ashore by themselves, and we would go underwater. The sight of German tanks rushing out of the water and crawling onto the beach with a roar is truly moving. Hitler was also very moved, so he waved his pen. Do! As a result, when the French campaign was over, a bunch of modified accessories were made.

Next, it was Xu Jun's turn to land in 1940. At first, Xu Jun thought that he would directly let the tank landing craft seize the beach. Subsequently, it was found that the structural strength and horsepower of the existing cement tank landing craft were limited, and if the beachhead was grabbed hard, there was a good chance that it would not be able to retreat, which would hinder the landing force behind it.

So I considered floating. Although the German tank is very heavy, it is also lighter than the Tom stove, and it may float with an apron. It turns out. Nos. 3 and No. 4 with aprons on them could indeed float, but all the armored commanders thought that this tank was a canvas target no matter how it looked floating on the water, so why not simply draw a cross bull's-eye. And before landing, the tank was completely incapable of defending and returning fire. In fact, after putting on the apron, the tankman didn't even know where the coast was, and had to look at the compass to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and he could only rely on the track paddling forward, and the speed was so slow that people wanted to go up and push it, and the external propeller was modified, and the whole project was too big. And historical examples have also proved that this thing is purely designed to drown tankers, so Xu Jun struggled for a long time and finally passed it.

As a result, in the end, he returned to the dive, but this time because there was a special landing ship, so he was thrown into the water without being three kilometers offshore, but at a position close to the beachhead, at a depth of two or three meters, and after only a few dozen meters of diving, it could become a semi-submersible state, and the turret was exposed to the water, and then rushed directly to the beachhead. Because the diving distance is not far and the water depth is not deep, instead of the original long snorkel hose, a three-meter-long alloy engine snorkel is used. The engine and air intake and exhaust pipes are equipped with electric pressurized pumps and one-way valves, all hatches are equipped with rubber seals, various drainage holes and ventilation holes are equipped with rubber covers and corks, emergency oxygen cylinders and gas masks are installed in the body, and each driver is issued with an inflatable life-saving suit, and even a rubber buoy is added to the spare parts box behind the turret.

Hearing that it was not to be used as a submarine, Snyder's tankmen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that they would be the vanguard of the landing in Britain, the tank company immediately plunged into the busy diving training with great enthusiasm.

In the first week, the tankers spent the first week in all kinds of leaks, all kinds of flooding, all kinds of drowning, all kinds of paddling, and their driving skills did not improve much, but their swimming skills improved a lot. Every day, these tanks were thrown into the water by two barges with cranes in various postures and angles on the coast of Normandy, and then climbed ashore whirring. Then he was thrown into the water, and he climbed ashore, day after day.

They were accompanied by a new fleet of amphibious armored vehicles in the same sea, and the kind of thing that looked like a soapbox with tracks was more fun than they had in the water, but considering that it was only a thin eight-millimeter-thick armor plate, Snyder's submersible tanks were still full of superiority in their hearts, and it was useless to be fast, and they had to be able to carry it.

After a full month of training off the coast of Normandy, the entire tank company of twenty-five tanks was loaded onto a train and transported north along the French Coastal Railway to Dunkirk.

On Dunkirk Beach, which is still wrecked, Snyder and his tank company perform a diving show for the high command, which is also a test of this weapon and this army. The results were ideal, and the images of the No. 4 tanks suddenly emerging from the water and then climbing onto the beach while shooting left a deep impression on the generals and marshals present. The Commander-in-Chief of the Army immediately ordered that the company be transferred to the 1st Assault Group of the landing echelon, with all material and personnel supplies given the highest priority, and ordered the immediate formation of the same force, with a view to being able to assemble a battalion of tanks to launch an attack on the beachhead at the beginning of the final landing.

After the first wave of light infantry landed in landing craft, they would launch at a distance of 40 meters from the beachhead, rush directly to the beachhead to cover the infantry assault, and then follow the old habit of the German tank troops, interspersed in depth.

The second wave of tank landing ships will then go straight to the beach, dropping off ordinary tanks and armored vehicles. Throughout the landing operation, this tank battalion and two regiments of light infantry will form the tip of a whole bayonet.

Before that, Snyder's company, as a seed unit, would have to start training reserve crews one-on-one, so that when the equipment arrived, there would be enough personnel to drive the battle.

So Snyder's company began to become a teaching company again, and he devoted himself to a busy teaching training every day, because he had gained a lot of experience in the previous training, so it became much easier to retrain the personnel.

However, a lot of work and constant mechanical failures, water accidents, and accidents, large and small, are about to be put into battle at any time, and the modified tanks and personnel are still not all in place, plus the wear and tear of personnel and equipment due to frequent training, fatigue and scorching weather, humid sea breezes, and leaky tanks. All of this has brought too much pressure to Snyder, in the eyes of the gun commander, the company commander often shows worrying fatigue when there is no one else, he is very worried about his commander's current state, in the upcoming battle, the commander of the first assault company on the spot, not only related to the life and death of the entire company, but also directly related to the success or failure of the entire battle.

Now, though, it seems that everything is over. Hank looked at the company commander who was grabbing poor Carl's chin and pouring wine into his mouth, took out his silver-plated cigarette case from his pocket, and pulled out a bluebird cigarette and bakelite cigarette holder.

"Hey guys, don't drink it all, leave me some." Hank took a cigarette holder and walked towards his frolicking comrades. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)