The three groups had been separated for more than five minutes, and Vincent had already heard the roar of the engines of the other groups' chariots behind him, all that was left was the sound coming from his own car, and the low roar of the tiger not far away. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Since the Soviets and Germans have been in a stalemate here for a long time, there is little pattern to follow in the tug-of-war between the two sides, and none of the villages above the front line can be said to be safe. Unable to endure this suffering, the inhabitants of this area have long since been completely evacuated, and the villages left behind are all inhabited by Soviet and German soldiers, and both sides have expanded and established many outposts around these villages with these villages as the central point.

Although the two sides are in a stalemate, the situation will not overwhelm the soldiers on both sides, on the contrary, they actually have a lot of free time. Many Soviet troops have taken advantage of this advantage in time and space to start reclaiming wasteland, after all, the food sent from above is not very good, and eating too much makes people feel tired. However, the Germanic warriors from Germany were not yet familiar with this icy cold soil, and naturally they could grow much less than the Soviets.

However, most of them are also pastimes that can be done by infantry who have a long time of free time, such as Trood, the armored soldiers who served in the 47th Division, but the combat vehicles they use to fight, are enough for them to work all day, how can they have time to do such things.

Vincent's group was now driving through a field of wheat, the wheat of the spring was still green, standing straight in the middle of the wheat field, being run over by heavy tanks, and never bowing its head in advance.

When I think back, I can only nibble on bread full of hard particles in the desert of North Africa, I can't even open my eyes on a windy day, I steam in a tank like an oven when the sun is full, and when the battle is fierce, there can be said to be no reference around......

When I first arrived in Northern Europe, I was frozen like a popsicle, I was marching all day long, and there were so many ice ballasts on my shoes that I could fill a cup with water, and the coat that I kept saying that it was used to keep warm couldn't even stop the cold wind, and the ears that were not covered by clothes were like being carried away by the wind like knives, and I was completely devoid of blood and consciousness......

But no matter how you think about it, even if it was so difficult at that time, and it was a completely different concept compared to now, Vincent could clearly feel that the 217 team was happy, and now, it is not enough to say that there is no atmosphere of laughter, but that feeling has indeed become farther and farther away from them.

I don't know when it started, the mud on the soles of their shoes has accumulated more and more, and now it has reached the point where it is difficult to walk, and every step must move forward slowly, and it is no longer the 217 squad that can boldly move forward.

Vincent doesn't talk much, so does Leona, and Hilde can be said to be even less, and after these three lines are combined, under the influence of each other, it can be said that there is no gossip at all except for the practical conversation required in battle. Although Vincent could clearly feel the oppressive atmosphere, it was actually an atmosphere that anyone in Team 217 could feel. The team was like an apple that had been frozen by the cold of that year, and although it was still shiny on the outside, it had begun to crumble from the inside......

"Squeak~" Vincent pushed open the hatch and poked his upper body out, although it was a little majestic, but it was not cold, and he took off the sunny blessing, which was a rare good weather. But it was such good weather that might not be conducive to their actions, and if it were possible, Vincent would have liked to have a heavy fog now, but judging from the weather, only this was really impossible.

Although Vincent is a calm and reliable old comrade-in-arms in the eyes of most people, only Leona, who often chats with him, knows that Vincent is actually a sentimental person, and even more so than Leona, who has not been exposed just because he is better at hiding and restraint.

And the most direct and convenient way to restrain is to smoke a cigarette, as Vincent's old smoker, Leona also thinks the same way. Smoking a cigarette silently, intentionally or unintentionally, pouring out two or three sentences of thoughts, even if there is no solution, it is much more comfortable than holding it in the stomach.

However, if you really want to say anything, for a squad that has been on the battlefield for several years, has experienced an unknown number of battles, and has gone through several life-and-death moments, but no one has left the squad because of casualties, isn't this a great luck?

Vincent couldn't even find a proper adjective to describe himself who was not even satisfied with such luck, and all he could blurt out was a sigh except for white smoke.

“……！”

However, as Vincent sighed as he smoked a cigarette, a bright light suddenly came from the edge of his peripheral vision, and although it was daytime, it was glaring enough, and it was clearly not natural in terms of direction.

"Watch out for three o'clock!" Vincent shouted as he immediately got into the tank, and just as he retracted his head, a bullet hit the hatch above his head, causing it to make a crisp sound.

"There are snipers! All members of the team should be careful not to lean out of the car! Vincent radioed Leona and Hilde as he ordered his crew to take action quickly. Although only Soviet snipers have been spotted now, if they also ambush tanks or anti-tank guns, it will be a big deal.

"Boom!" Sure enough, Vincent's guess was not wrong at all, and just as the tank was turning, a shell landed not far from the tank, blowing up a lot of dirt.

"Reverse! The whole team retreats! Pay attention to the counter-suppression above the fire! "It's absolutely irrational to fight with the enemy without knowing the strength and location of the enemy, even if the quality of the equipment is not inferior to anyone else.

The wheat field, which had been silent, exploded into a new battlefield immediately after a single gunshot, and this is the current situation in this area - the existence of war and tranquility exists in a delicate balance.