The rat pulls the wooden wedge, with the big head in the back. Trode had long known that Anselm was not so easy to deal with, and he had been so good at talking before, it turned out that Anselm was waiting for him in this place, and since he had gone so deep, there was no room for retreat, no matter what overlord clause he had, he could only bite the bullet.

"Although whether it is from the possibility of espionage or from the aspect of employing people, people like this who have defected from an enemy country are not our targets. But being able to take advantage of everything that is beneficial to us is also a necessary choice in times of war. Anselm said to himself.

In fact, Trode had long expected that the reason why Anselm had excellent strategic thinking was because he had a way that was almost contrary to the traditional combat thinking, and because of this, he was also criticized by many people, if it weren't for his outstanding results and a few superiors who valued him, he couldn't command a division's troops, but his rank was only up to major, but for him, the troops of this division were completely enough for him, and that dispensable rank was meaningless.

After the war in North Africa, Anselm was promoted two levels in a row due to his outstanding performance, but with the rank of colonel, he occupied a position at the rank of full division, which still seemed a little low. As his secretary, Buttermes was also rapidly promoted in rank.

"Due to our recent poor results and the weakness of the armored forces when fighting in the jungle, it has been decided to postpone the delivery of new tanks that are expected to be equipped with several of our armoured divisions. Leaving aside the other troops, they have sent us less than a quarter of the equipment they expected this month, I think ......" Speaking of this, Anselm deliberately lengthened his voice, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Trood is naturally not a fool, such an obvious hint. If you can't hear it anymore, you don't have the qualifications to stand in this room. He immediately straightened up and said resolutely: "For this newcomer, it is enough to assign us a number IV that is now commonly equipped." ”

"No, that's not what I meant." Anselm turned around, looked at Trode with a smile and said, "Although the supply is a little low. But the IV is still not difficult to obtain, and it is rare that the new equipment in the back, such as the powerful weapons of the VI 'Tiger' heavy tank, is still given priority to the squad that needs it urgently. ”

At this moment, Trode understood that Anselm's proposal was not a condition at all, but a transaction, a completely unequal deal, and he planned to exchange an IV and a car crew for the new equipment of his team in the future. Even if the difference is roughly calculated, it can be several times worse, but ......

"Then let's assign it to other squads first, our squad has nine tanks, and the combat effectiveness is quite sufficient." Trode clenched his fists and finished the sentence. To be honest, Trode has never suffered such a big loss, but he thinks of the IV. G tank and IV J that he was equipped with when he first arrived, and the 'Tiger' that he accidentally obtained later. It is true that he has not lost anything from Anselm. This time, even if he made up for what he had eaten before, so that he had more or less balance in his heart.

"There is a future, there is a future!" Anselm laughed loudly. Then Anselm turned to face Trode again, and said with a light smile on his face, "But, to be honest. In the 47th Division, there are really not many guys with a personality like you, and you really won't get tired of chatting no matter how much you chat. ”

At this moment, this was the second time Anselm had shown that he was happy to talk to him. It seems that this should not be a hypocritical statement, but Trode is not happy at all, because he and Anselm feel the opposite, and it is really bad to be led by the nose all the time.

"Well, the following questions are purely personal. Instead of mentioning it from your superior's point of view, you don't have to be nervous. Anselm closed his eyes, rubbed his chin and said, "Although I know that you should be carrying his whole burden now, I still want to know what the hell is the origin of that person." Seeing that you have such a high opinion of him, doesn't he look like a legendary character like 'White Ghost'? ”

“……”

Trode choked up, because he knew that something was wrong, and at the moment when Anselm said 'white ghost' just now, although he had tried his best to restrain himself, he inevitably had a reaction because he suddenly heard this word. And Anselm, who was good at guessing the psychology of others, obviously did not let go of this detail change of Trode, and showed a smug smile.

Things got to this point, and Trode really couldn't say anything. According to Anselm's character, for the sake of the greater good, sacrificing a low-level soldier who has just surrendered and can't even mention the level of trust should be a choice that should not be missed for him, and Trode will never let this kind of thing happen, if he doesn't say anything, in the face of his own people, Anselm shouldn't be able to do anything too much.

"Looks like you've caught a big fish this time!" Anselm walked up to Trode's side and patted him on the shoulder, the force was still ordinary force, but Trode felt extremely heavy, and at this moment he could only respond to the changes with the same.

Anselm looked at Trode's nervous look and said, "Haha, look at you like this, even if it's really a 'white ghost', as long as you don't admit it to the death with him, I can't do anything to you, right?" ”

“……”

Trode didn't speak, his gaze slanted down at the floor. Anselm stood beside him, turned sideways to him and said, "Since he is that kind of person, the possibility of him sincerely surrendering should be slightly higher, so that I can more confidently hand over the tank to him." ”

Seeing that Anselm was not chasing after him, Trode relieved himself a little and said, "Don't worry, I have a lot of confidence in her in terms of ability and loyalty. ”

"She?" Anselm said confusedly.

Trode knew that he had accidentally slipped his mouth, and quickly turned away. It turned out that in order to avoid Tryna's identity, Trode had been using the pronoun 'he', which also made Anselm always think that he was a man, but in the end, under Trode's exposure, he knew that the soldier who surrendered to him was actually a woman, which made Anselm laugh.

With his back to Trode, Anselm laughed and said, "Haha, it seems that you kid is not shallow." (To be continued.) )