"Bang-" The 1898 Mauser rifle fired a shot into the air.

"Stop, or I'll be firing at you! Stop A124! A sergeant shouted into the earthen loudspeaker with all his strength towards A124.

This voice was particularly loud, and although it was shouted outside the camp, the tanks in the camp had all been turned off, so those who were closer could hear it clearly.

A124? Isn't that my person?

Montofel, who was waiting at the camp headquarters to assign tasks, suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"A124? What's wrong? While Guderian was arranging tasks with his men, there was a bustle outside.

"Report to the general, it's my man, please allow me to go out and have a look." Lieutenant Montofel received a nod from Guderian and quickly ran out.

As soon as Montofel left the tent, he saw the A124 kicking up dust in the distance, while the two machine guns at the camp gate and several men armed with bazookas were aiming at the A124, and the A124 could open fire if it got closer.

It's just that A124 braked sharply at this critical moment, and the entire body was deviated more than ten degrees and stopped in place, and the people on the hatch hurriedly shouted: "My own people!" Then he pointed to his head and shouted, "Look, your own people, what are you nervous about!" ”

Several gendarmes quickly approached A124 from the grass on both sides of the road after the tanks stopped, and the leader pointed their guns at Marven and shouted: "Come down, hands up." ”

"Tell you to play, have you played? It's embarrassing to be late and fall behind, and you are caught by the gendarmerie, and it's over. Hal Lyman, a communications soldier, was so angry that he smashed his headset to the ground and honestly jumped out of the tank with the commander.

Landa scolded Blahnik: "You pig, Marven told you to speed up, you really accelerated, now you and the commander are miserable." Then he jumped out of the tank.

Hans Ryan did not follow the three people in front of him out of the roof of the car because there was an exit hatch above his head, but opened the hatch, and then he saw a gendarme who was about the same as himself holding an 1898 rifle at him, and he quickly shrank his head and shouted: "Don't be impulsive! Own! Get your gun out of the way and what to do in case it goes off! ”

It's just that the gendarme didn't care at all, and went up directly and grabbed Ryan's collar and pulled it out.

Blahnik was the last to leave the tank, and he also turned out of the hatch above his head, but he was obviously the worst treated, and the two tall military policemen went up to greet him with a fist, then took the pistol from his body, and untied his belt.

"Oh no, it's a big deal." Carter, who was standing at the door watching the joke, was not happy at all, and things were a little out of control.

Then he saw his platoon commander rushing out with an MP16 submachine gun. As soon as the gendarmes saw that it was a lieutenant, and the hat on his head was still the symbol of the open-mouthed lion head of the 501st battalion, he guessed that the main owner was coming, and directly threw the people of the A124 car crew in the grass and stood aside.

"Whose idea?!" Montofel asked viciously as he stood in front of Marven and untied his belt.

"Me, it's my fault, my name is Blahnik Accelerated." As soon as Marven lowered his head and finished speaking, Montofel directly took the belt in his hand and pumped it on Marven's right shoulder, and then pulled it on the left side with a backhand. Marven lay directly on the ground and hummed in a low voice to endure the severe pain, and the gendarmes next to him were stunned for a moment, which was too ruthless.

The captain of the gendarmerie originally planned to stand aside and wait for Montofel to finish speaking before disposing of these tank soldiers, but when he saw that the main owner was killed, he quickly grabbed Montofel, who was about to be beaten, and persuaded: "Forget it! Don't fight, you have to rely on them to fight, what if you kill someone. ”

"It's better to be killed by me than to go to the battlefield and kill your teammates!" Montofel had no intention of stopping.

The captain of the gendarmerie gently kicked Marven, who was lying on the ground with a painful face, and motioned him to hurry up and say a soft word. Anyway, the gendarmerie is left alone, although there is no punishment for not slowing down, but it is not so violent.

It's just that what Marven said next was not at all what the gendarmerie captain thought.

"I admit punishment!" No matter how you say that, it sounds like you're doing it.

Syllable! ——

"You're still hard-mouthed!"

"Tell the difference!"

Syllable! ——

The captain of the gendarmerie didn't expect such a scene, and he was suddenly frightened, and hurriedly shouted to the other four: "Take him away quickly!" Then he dragged Montofel with a couple of gendarmes and said, "Forget it! Mr. Lieutenant, spare some strength to kill the enemy, and leave the matter here to us. ”

The tank was driven back to its place by the other drivers.

Camp Hospital –

"Why is this injured like this before it goes to the battlefield?" The doctor turned over Marven's clothes and said strangely, "This is not a gunshot wound, right?" It looks like it was hit by something long. ”

"It's the belt." Lyman said a little unbearably.

The doctor didn't bother to ask, he only treated the injury.

After Montofel finished fighting Marven, he returned to the battalion headquarters and continued to listen to Guderian's assignments, but the combat missions of the other platoons of the other companies were assault operations, and the scale of the breakthrough reached dozens of kilometers, and their platoon only received a few followers to assist in the defense, which made him very puzzled, and his company commander scolded him angrily and left.

After the meeting ended, Montofel followed Guderian outside, and Guderian said without waiting for him to speak: "I heard about your platoon, and I originally planned to let your platoon be the vanguard of the 1st Company, but you can't bring your own people well, so I don't dare to entrust me with important tasks, so I will give the opportunity to the 3rd platoon, hurry up and prepare to go." ”

Hearing Guderian's answer, he suddenly looked like a deflated ball and had no words to refute at all, because he was a veteran of Guderian and understood Guderian's temper. At the end of World War I, Montofel was the commander of a Type II tank, and after the war, he was promoted to lieutenant and served as a platoon commander of the 1st Company and 2nd Platoon of the 501st Battalion, responsible for a total of 4 Type III tanks and 4 Type IIIA tanks.

The A12 platoon is stationed in the middle of the camp, which is also close to the hospital, but Montofel came out of the headquarters and returned to the station, there is no need to go through the hospital...

"Are you dead?" Montofel asked, opening the curtain and walking into the hospital.

The four people of the A124 crew hurriedly stood up and saluted, and Marven, who was lying on the bed and had just finished dressing the medicine, also turned over and stood on the ground and was about to raise his hand, but was stimulated by the severe pain and almost screamed.

"Okay, it's good that you're not dead, you can rest well, and with the battalion headquarters, I will temporarily assign you to the garrison." With that, Montofel turned and walked out.

When Marven heard that the situation was wrong, he hurriedly caught up with the lieutenant barefoot and asked, "Why did you arrange us to go to the garrison?" What about you? ”

"There is a task in the 2nd row." Montofel said.

"Our A124 is also in the 2nd row! Why let us go to the garrison? No, we're going too! Marven said unconvinced.

"How are you going to do this?" Montofel said as he deliberately pinched the place where he had hit with two fingers.

It's just that Marven turned pale in pain and didn't make a sound, and the look on his face showed that he had made up his mind. Marven was whipped by Montofel but didn't hate him at all, because he knew that Montofel was saving him and saving his career, otherwise if he fell into the hands of the gendarmerie, although he didn't suffer from flesh and blood, he would write a very disgraceful stroke on his resume, which was more uncomfortable than killing him, and it would have an impact on his qualifications.

"Lieutenant, our A124 is also a person from the 2nd row, other car groups can go, and our A124 can also go! And the finish will not be worse than theirs! Marven was full of anger.

"We're going to follow the defense, there's not much chance of a firefight, you can also take the opportunity to recuperate." Montofel actually wanted Marven to heal.

"What kind of injury do I have? The skin is not scratched! Marven continued: "Then let's go and prepare, thank you, Lieutenant." Then he ran to the tank with the crew of the A124.