In short, Brunhilde's welcome ceremony was successfully completed, but compared to the attitudes of the other crew members, Hilde, the commander, was much colder, but after all, it was not to the level of the iceberg beauty. It's just that when she talks to others, her tone is so light that it's almost inaudible, and her expression rarely changes, but judging from the feeling when she talks, she is still relatively open.

Unlike the people Trode had been in contact with for a long time, she was the only one who stood so close to Trode without knowing anything about his past, and her rank was a second class corporal, which was almost at the bottom of Trode's squad, proving that her previous days in the army would not be too long. But to be on the safe side, Trode still took the initiative to ask this question, but the answer given by Heard still surprised Trode a little - recruit!

Although the 47th Division was what it was like in the original, Trode didn't know, but now the squad that joined the 47th Division really didn't have a rookie in the real sense, either with real strength, or with a superb record in a certain battle, a recruit like Hilde, I really don't know how she was added to the 47th Division, and besides, she was a female member of a whole car crew, so it was

Trode couldn't help frowning when he thought of that option, the way Hans hated the most, and although he didn't hate it, it was impossible to get him to agree to it in his heart. Trode felt that it was not good news for such a person to join his team. Could it be that this is what Buttermes said at the time? That Anselm could have done such a thing? Also, why is it yourself who is unlucky, if it is a relational household. Wouldn't it be more appropriate to arrange a squad for her with at least A+ combat effectiveness?

These questions lingered in Troude's head, but it was inconvenient to bring up such things with others, and if she asked herself, it would inevitably be considered disrespectful to her. After thinking about it, Trode still puffed up a breath and found an insider, who was also one of the culprits who made him so confused.

"Is she still happy with you?"

Buttermes is sorting through the papers. When Trode found him, he didn't lift his head either, but just said something like this.

After hearing this sentence. Trode was a little angry at the time - normally, in this case, he would have asked the squad leader if he was happy with the team, but now he put the cart before the horse. Then there is only one reason. It's the kind of possibility that Trode guessed. After confirming his guess, how could Trode not be angry, he slapped the table a little harder, and said to Buttermes in a strange voice: "There was an accident at the welcome ceremony, I guess her rating for me should be quite low, but relatively, my rating is also very low." ”

"Oh?" Buttermouth asked, confused, but his head still didn't rise. Instead, he continued to sort through his papers, and then he added, "Her grades in boot camp are not bad." I didn't expect Lieutenant Trood's requirements to be quite high. This is my dereliction of duty, but this is the end of the matter, and this is the only way to go. ”

"What do you mean it's all there is to it?" Trode's voice was obviously dissatisfied: "I'm afraid my squad can't afford to raise such a member, so please ask the lieutenant and major to ask for another master." ”

Buttermess raised his head slightly, moved his glasses down slightly with his hand, looked at Trode with his eyes, and said, "Did you misunderstand something?" ”

Trode knew that Buttermouth was also an understanding person, so there was no reason to continue to go around the corner, he closed his mouth and took a deep breath, and then said to Buttermates: "I'll just say it directly, I have a lot of opinions about this newcomer being able to join our 47th Division, why can a recruit be added to the 47th Division, is there anything in it?" ”

"Huh." Buttermes grinned and said, "Obviously, it hasn't been long before the mouth becomes 'our 47th Division'." Also, the entry threshold is high, that's all your own thoughts, and I never said it to the major. ”

Buttermesse looked at Trode with amusement and said, "Have you forgotten when you first entered the 47th Division?" At that time, you weren't much better than her in our place. ”

"But," Trode just wanted to quibble, but he also recalled that he was able to join this elite division at that time, largely because of his "self-righteous letter", and his glorious achievements in Batner and Tunisia could only be regarded as a little extra highlight on his "employment application", and he was a little speechless when he thought of it, after all, 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.' He still understands the truth, but he still grits his teeth with some dissatisfaction.

"Well, that's within my purview, so I'll give you an answer, but I don't have much time, so I'll just say a few words to you." Buttermes sat up straight and said: "The selection method of this group is different from that of ordinary armored soldiers, the five of them are all from a boot training camp specially set up for women, and the results of the five of them are quite good, of course, this is the same as your record in Batna and Tunisia, but it is a basic element." ”

"Important this." As he said this, Buttermess found a yellow paper bag of documents from a drawer on the side, handed it to Trode, and then waved his hand to signal that Trode could go out, and then added: "You don't need to send it back, you can choose to return it to her, or you can keep it for yourself." ”

Before Trood could understand what was going on, he was pushed out of the office by Buttermes. Outside the door, Trode looked at the thin paper bag in his hand, judging from this thickness, there should be only one or two sheets of paper inside.

Trood intuitively knew that this thing should be similar to his own letter, and if it was the honor student of that kind of special training camp, it was relatively normal for Anselm to collect some instructions with new ideas, and it was understandable that he would use this incident as an opportunity to recruit him under his command.

Looking at the paper bag in front of him, Trode felt that there was no need to open it anymore, but the thought that this thing had played an equal or even greater role than the letter he had written made his curiosity rise, and finally he couldn't hold back and reached into the paper bag (to be continued). )