After that, Trood and his wife crouched in place all night, and on several occasions they used tracer bullets to look for enemies, but to no avail. A group of people were in the tank, trembling until dawn, the possibility of the enemy attacking again was no longer there, and Trode's task of defending this place was naturally completed, and after a short handover, Trode and his party returned to the city of Wad.

Now, Vincent and the others have all returned to the dormitory to rest, and only Trode remains by the chariot, although they all persuaded him to rest first or to stay with him, but Trode politely refused, saying that he would stay here quietly.

Trode looked at his tank next to him, and felt very uncomfortable, this was the first time he had piloted it on a mission, but there was such an accident, although it was not very serious, but this was a dead gada in his heart, and he couldn't solve it

Although repairing the car is not Trode's job, and he only needs to let the logistics staff tow the tank away for repairs, Trood now only wants to accompany his brother. However, to Trode's surprise, the logistics staff was not surprised at all when they heard his request, and took him to the repair shop as if it was a daily process.

"Boy, you're so anxious to see the old man." Trode was staring intently at the tank when someone suddenly accosted him.

He looked up, it was the quartermaster, he recalled the words when he handed over the tank to him, "Just don't let me be beaten and come back", his heart was very uncomfortable, and the bitterness on his face overflowed.

"Huh." The quartermaster patted the depressed Trode on the shoulder and said, "Young man, there is still a long way to go." It's good to be young, this kind of stumbling is nothing, unlike my old bones, I can't withstand the wind and waves."

Trode swallowed and didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

"Okay, let me see how big you got this time." The quartermaster said it was like a tank.

"Huh?" Trood didn't realize what he meant for a moment, and immediately turned around, but his feet were unsteady, and he staggered a few steps, and almost really fell on his head.

The quartermaster saw through what he meant, and said in a somewhat self-deprecating tone: "Oh, we are short of manpower here in Wad, and I have to make an old man on top of this tank repair piece."

"This" Trode didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to squeeze out a sentence: "Then I'll trouble you." ”

The quartermaster took a few helpers and Trode to the tank, and the quartermaster crouched down to look at the rear armor of the tank, there were two holes in it, and he said to Trode as if he were lecturing: "Two 2-pounder guns, judging from this scratch, this one shot should only barely penetrate the armor, and the other shot caused the problem, so it seems that it should not be too bad inside." ”

With that, he opened the hood, and as he said, one of the bullets was stuck in the rear armor at the root, and the other went into the engine.

Trood whispered, "Is it serious?" ”

"No, it's fine." "You're lucky enough to hit two of the cylinders, and I heard you drove them back," he said, "because you just hit two of the cylinders, so it means that the cannon is stuck and has formed a tight cylinder, which keeps your engine running." ”

"Is it easy to repair?" Trood continued to ask weakly.

"Boy, what do you want me to say?" The quartermaster smiled and turned his head to him and said, "To be honest, this is not easy for us to repair. ”

After hearing this, Trode lowered his head deeply, and once again fell into a state of depression without saying a word.

The quartermaster said slowly: "Of course, if this is placed somewhere else, it will not be difficult to repair. ”

Trode looked up at him suspiciously, "Is it our part here?" But after Trode said this, he realized that he was very stupid, there was no shortage of tanks here, how could there be a shortage of parts.

The quartermaster knocked on the engine with a wrench and said: "Your problem, if it is more serious, we will directly replace it for you, because we have high requirements for the repair speed, and if the bad one is repaired, it will be stored as emergency supplies." ”

The quartermaster waved his wrench in front of Trode and said, "So it's not easy for us to solve this problem within the allotted time, boy." ”

"That's embarrassing!" Trode bowed with a blush.

"Alright, alright, I know it's impossible to persuade you to go back and wait for news." The quartermaster said and threw a piece of bread out of nowhere to Trode and said, "I haven't had breakfast, I'll watch us fix it while we eat." ”

"Thank you!" Trode munched on his bread, and by this time he had no worries.

The quartermaster shook his head and said, "Hey, you young men are all the same, and I don't know how many of the new boys have also taken bread from the old man and me before you." ”

Trood was eating bread with his head down, and after listening to it, he finally understood why the maintenance personnel didn't care at all about his insistence on following the tank, because everyone was like him, and they all had a fiery heart for their partners

"Wow!" Trode made a discordant sound, and then he lowered his head with a flushed face, and then cautiously glanced at the maintenance personnel next to him, but he suddenly noticed that a person was walking towards him, and he hurriedly lowered his head again, praying in his heart that the embarrassing voice was not heard by him.

"Come, choke, water for you." The maintenance man said that an iron kettle was handed to him.

Trode still bowed his head deeply, then quickly reached out and took the kettle, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Thank you!" ”

After seeing the maintenance personnel walk away, Trode poured several mouthfuls of water with his neck up, but he was too anxious to choke on the water again this time

"Ahem!" The intense discomfort in his lungs made Trode cough up the water fiercely and spill it on the ground, of course, all this could not escape the eyes of the maintenance personnel, they looked at the embarrassed Trode, and laughed loudly, which made the already very embarrassed Trode's face even more red than the sunset