A group of people sat on the tank and arrived at Walder, the raid did not intimidate them, it was a common thing for the local garrison, and Trode's squad was a bunch of nervous creatures who were not afraid of anything.

After arriving at Wald, because they heard the news that Trode had been attacked halfway, the local commander also came out to greet them.

A man of medium stature saluted Trode, "Welcome to Walder, Lieutenant Trode, I'm Anselm, the commander here. ”

At the same time, Trode returned the salute: "Sir Anselm, we will definitely do our best for Walder's war in the future. ”

The two then smiled and shook hands while exchanging glances. Trode knew that the man in front of him was not simple, he was in the rank of major, and he was the commander-in-chief of the Wade region. Of course, it may not be true that if you just talk about this, but he took over this position at a time when the British and French forces were converging here, and he was able to take on such a heavy task at such a tight time, and he was able to accomplish it so well, this man was by no means an idle person.

Anselm smiled and said, "I'm sorry, let the lieutenant see our loopholes on the road, Wade's current situation is really worrying." ”

Trode also smiled and said, "Where, it's true that we were ambushed on the road, but I think our brothers' fighting qualities are not comparable to ordinary troops." ”

Trode's words were not a simple compliment, on the way he also witnessed the battle of the escort team, although it may be a slight gap compared to his team, but if it is compared with the average armored force, it is not a star and a half, if this happens to be an exception, it is easy to say, if it is a common phenomenon, then this unit is not only a little terrifying. But if it weren't for that, there would be no way to explain why he was able to stand tall under the pressure of the British and French teams

"Yes! Yes! Anselm threw his head back and laughed twice, then looked at Trode seriously and said, "But we still have a lot to lose, and we need someone like you to make up for it." ”

"Strange uncle, you're coaxing the new guy again!" Suddenly, a voice came and interrupted the conversation between the two.

Anselm turned back to the visitor with a weird smile and said, "Derek, you finally don't have a combat mission today, why don't you go to rest~rest~rest~rest~ah!" ”

This "rest" was stretched by him for a long time, and anyone could hear the meaning

"Hey, newcomer, I heard you had a blast at Butna a while ago, and by the way, you've played a lot of tricks in Tunisia." Someone named Derek accosted first.

When it came to his record, Trode was just embarrassed to say, "That's the luck factor."

"Cut, I hope you're just being humble." Derek smiled meaningfully and said, "If it's all luck, you won't be here for long." ”

Anselm shrugged helplessly at Trod and said, "Lieutenant Trowd, this kid is a lieutenant like yours and the commander of a squad, so I've been mixed up for a while." ”

After hearing Anselm speak, Derek immediately shouted in defense, "Hey! Blame Uncle, who do you say is the mix? I'm clear."

The reason why Derek didn't say any more was that he saw that Trode had already stretched out his hand in front of him, and Trode looked at him and said, "Since it came first, it is the senior, please give me more advice in the future." ”

Derek seemed to stretch out his hand a little reluctantly, and then said with some embarrassment: "What seniors are not seniors, it seems that we are about the same age, since this is the case, we are comrades-in-arms, not seniors!" ”

"It doesn't matter whatever." Seeing that there was a little arrogant Derek, Trode tried his best not to laugh, and said: "Then, comrade-in-arms, it will depend on you in the future." ”

After saying that, Trode stretched out his right hand into a fist and put it in front of him, and when Derek saw this, he smiled knowingly: "It's mutual." ”

With that, he also stretched out his fist and touched Trode

After exchanging simple things with Anselm, Trode and his team followed the quartermaster to the warehouse to see his new chariot.

While walking, the quartermaster patted Trod's shoulder and said, "Not only have you changed the latest equipment, but you are also the size of the whole team, this is really a VIP-level treatment!" ”

Troud smiled and said, "It's just a good opportunity." Then he lowered his head in embarrassment.

The quartermaster let out a sigh of relief and said, "Alright, boy, I'll just say that, if you were to fight in those old Type III. tanks, it would be no different from sending you to death." ”

This sentence reminded Trode that the squad guarding them on the road was four Type IV F2 medium tanks, which were really sought-after in Constantine's war zone, but on the way to the city of Ward in Trode, he also saw a lot of F2 models, and even the G model he was going to drive was a few, but the D model was very rare, not to mention the B model III. assault gun, which was not at all.

"Uncle, the G model here is not too valuable." Trode asked quietly.

The quartermaster laughed twice and said: "That's not it, there are still few G models, but the F2 model is almost universal, after all, those little rabbits who drive D models are shouting all day long to change cars." ”

"Oh, yes." The quartermaster suddenly said as if he had thought of something, "I heard that you met with Derek when you first arrived?" That kid's team equipment is one of the best here. ”

Trood asked curiously, "What's the setup of his squad?" ”

The quartermaster rolled his eyes and said, "Well, in this way, you and he are also destined, he just finished changing to a new tank two days ago, and now the configuration of the two of you is not bad at all." ”

After hearing this, Trode was a little excited and said, "Yes, so that I can learn more from him." ”

"Derek, maybe," said the quartermaster, faintly, and the two of them had reached the door of the warehouse.

Together, they pushed open the heavy iron door, and inside were seven brand-new tanks, Trood's new companions, but the numbers painted in white on the turret indicated that "it" was still the "it"