Historically, Germany asked Daimler-Benz to design a new 30-35 tonnage tank in order to develop a tank that could rival the Soviet T-34.

And what Daimler-Benz ultimately designed was almost an imitation of the Soviet T-34. Unlike the German tank, which tended to have a more complex design, Daimler-Benz sought to achieve a simple design similar to that of the Soviet T-34 tank in terms of body, turret, diesel engine, driving system, suspension system and tracks.

Although this plan was ultimately rejected in history, this time it was confirmed in advance because of Reinhardt's T3 tank plan.

During the Spanish Civil War, Rommel commanded an armored division with a T3 tank company. Although the T3 was much less maneuverable than the No. 2 tank, the largest tank in the German Panzer Division, on better roads, its wider tracks and larger wheels made it far more maneuverable on soft ground than the No. 2 tank, allowing it to play steadily in most situations.

And today, the production of the regular type II tank has completely stopped. Instead, the Germans began to produce Wasp-type self-propelled howitzers with their chassis modifications. This self-propelled gun, armed with a 105mm howitzer, provided the Germans with extremely powerful artillery support.

In addition, Krupp produced a small number of variants of the No. 2 tank, which had only one MG33 machine gun on the turret, but with compressed combustible gas tanks on both sides and a small Spitfire turret in front of the fenders on each side. This "Spitfire tank" will be distributed as a precious special vehicle to each armored corps in the future to form a Spitfire tank battalion directly under it for special operations.

After that, there was the No. 3 tank, which had been completely discontinued. All the original production lines of the No. 3 tank are now changed to only produce the No. 3 assault gun with simple structure, good mobility, certain protective power, low body and low cost, which is used to destroy enemy tanks, pillboxes, machine gun fire points and anti-tank guns.

Now, in one of the vanguard reconnaissance platoons of the 1st SS Panzer Division, the 25-year-old Wittmann commanded neither the second nor the third tank of the same product, but the T3 tank, which was named the fourth tank.

As a non-commissioned officer, he had the honor of being the commander of this T3 tank. In his crew, the other three crew members were not as old as him.

"Lucas! Drive slowly, don't throw Tank 111 too far, or we will be alone in Tank 112. Wittman laughed and shouted at his 23-year-old driver, Lucas.

Lucas's original dream was to become a racing driver, but unfortunately his family did not have the money to support him to race. When he heard that the SS was recruiting armored soldiers who were less than six tall, he simply signed up for a tank with a height of 1.58 meters and ran to drive a tank.

However, Lucas has a bad problem, he always likes to drive the tank in front of the whole reconnaissance platoon, but he is not used to seeing other vehicle groups surpass the tank he drives, and this kind of problem is a rare hobby on the battlefield. Fortunately, Wittman accepted it, otherwise Lucas, the "racing tankman", might not really have a car crew that dared to ask for it.

"Wittman, don't expect Lucas to slow down. It's not a matter of a day or two that he's in a hurry to see God, aren't we all used to it? ”

It was the gunner Leo who was talking, this guy was originally a good gambler, but he didn't care much about Lucas's habit of dying. Gambling money and gambling on life are not much different in his eyes. Speaking of which, he even prefers the thrill of gambling on his life.

He had been in debt by a Jewish loan shark, but luckily the SS sent someone to arrest the traitorous Childe family members and throw his creditor into prison. Probably out of a desire to repay his kindness, Leo, who somehow didn't have to repay his debts, ran to sign up for the SS the next day, and was assigned to the armored unit because he was too short.

"Wait a minute! I can't help but want to go out and pee now, so let's stop the tank for a while. Lechte, the loader, said in a cold sweat on his forehead: "I've been holding back for a long time, I can't hold it anymore!" ”

Lecht, full name Heinz. William. Lecht was Guderian's own nephew. However, he is only 23 years old now, and his grades in school are also a mess.

Although his uncle Guderian was a popular man around Reinhardt, Guderian was not ready to open the back door for him, but threw it to the grassroots level of the SS armored unit to hone it first, and if it performed well, he would be transferred to his side to help.

But Lecht was a bit of a doorman after all, and he even got a case of Fanta brand soft carbonated drink newly developed by the Rhein Group before the war, which he drank almost every day.

Although Fanta is a new type of fruit-flavored soda made by the Coca-Cola branch of the Rheinland Group due to the gradual shortage of syrup, it has to choose to use other raw materials. However, because of its refreshing taste and preliminary interviews, it has also become a novelty in the eyes of all walks of life in Germany.

It was this kind of good stuff that Lecht drank two empty bottles along the way, which caused him to burst out with a strong desire to drain water halfway through.

"Lecht!" As the commander of the vehicle, Weitmann reminded solemnly: "Although we didn't encounter many Polish soldiers along the way, we are now at the forefront of the army after all, and there is no lack of possibility of Polish troops shooting black guns outside the tank." If you value your life, it's better to stay in the tank. ”

"But......." Lecht was anxious: "I now feel like my lower body is about to explode!" ”

"Lechte, you are now at the forefront of the war!" Wittman yelled, "If you don't want your head to blow up, stay in the tank." ”

"But.......," Lecht cried, trying to struggle.

"Well, it's not like there's no way." Weitmann interrupted Lechter with a wave of his hand: "As far as I know, the maximum capacity of the human bladder is about 500 ml!" ”

Lecht broke out in a cold sweat and nodded intently. His brain is now blank, and he has gradually begun to lose the ability to think, so he can only rely on Wittman to show him a way out.

I saw Wittman squinting his eyes and continued: "And the soda bottles you drank empty just now, each of them has a capacity of 550 ml, which means ........."

In war, there are times when soldiers have to ignore the so-called civilized etiquette for the sake of their lives, such as the current Lecht. No one will accuse him, but it is inevitable that everyone will laugh at him for a long time.

Two minutes later, a drink bottle was thrown from the top of Tank 111, followed by a heart-rending laugh from Tank 111........

"I'm Platoon Commander Vic." In Weitmann's headphones, there was a joking voice from the platoon commander Vic in the No. 112 tank: "Didn't the No. 111 tank just throw a bottle of biological and chemical weapons outside, and tell Lecht for me that biological and chemical weapons are prohibited by international regulations!" Ahahaha.........."