By the end of his morning workout, Trode had sobered up a lot, and with the special sobering meal that Alicia had prepared for him for breakfast, he was now free from the sequelae of sluggish drinking. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although, as Derek said, Trode and his 217 team do not have any combat missions today, not even patrols, and some are just daily recuperation and miscellaneous tasks.

Speaking of miscellaneous handling, this is also a matter that has been more and more since the past half a year, and it boils down to Trood's broadening of the social circle within the 47th Division. Although he was very disdainful of doing this at first, he only wanted to improve his own abilities, but he soon discovered that as long as he had a good popularity, it would be much easier to do many things.

Although we can't expect to get any benefits from rigid people like Buttermes, but among more people, people with better relations can always be treated preferentially, and although this is the 47th Division with superior and priority in combat effectiveness, this phenomenon full of human instinct still cannot be truly banned.

And Trode's results in this regard are naturally very rich, not to mention anything else, that is, two of the combat vehicles they use in peacetime are desperately won by Trode by taking care of the personnel. As for those little bits and pieces, there are countless of them.

In order not to delay things due to drinking with Derek, Trode deliberately moved today's appointments to the afternoon, but it seemed that this was a bit redundant, which made his morning time seem extremely free. However, if this was put on Tlord a year ago, it would indeed be an annoying thing, but for Trode now, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Hey! Trood Kid? Why did you have the leisure to run? Looking at the figure entering the factory from the gate, a middle-aged man covered in oil put down the wrench in his hand, urged the young people around him to continue to work hard, and then pointed to a corner of the factory, and Trode also smiled and nodded, and followed.

"What? Is it finally idle today? The middle-aged man took a cigarette out of his pocket and smoked it, and when he tried to hand one to Trode, he was still rejected by Trode, and although a year had passed, Trode was still not completely accustomed to smoking in his usual days.

Trood shrugged his shoulders and said, "The time saving is a bit too much, and I accidentally have a little more 'free' time." ”

"Hehe, I thought you were here to embarrass me again." As he spoke, the middle-aged man spit out a puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "For more than half a year, you have been rubbing things with me, regardless of manpower and material resources, you kid can be regarded as my big customer!" ”

"You're kidding." Trood pointed to a tank in the corner of the factory and said, "No matter how familiar I am with you, I can't compare to them, can I?" ”

"You're done!" The middle-aged man pointed to the tank and said, "That's the division commander's treasure, do you dare to compare with them?" I think you're getting bigger and bigger! ”

The two were talking about a tank belonging to the first squad of the 47th Division, and as a guard team directly transferred by the commander of the 47th Division, Ansellen, the first squad enjoyed absolute priority in all aspects. Although this kind of thing will sound unsatisfying, in fact, whether it is their role or their combat effectiveness, they are really worthy of this treatment, and there is no team that can object to it, even the current Trow's 217 team, which is not good.

"Okay, okay, I won't interfere with you, I can guess what you're here for." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he left the corner, and beckoned to Trode as he walked: "It's these two, because three tanks have been lost, so even if they are repaired now, they won't be needed, so it's postponed for the time being, just to show you the original appearance." ”

Trode followed the middle-aged man to another place, where all kinds of tanks were parked, all waiting to be repaired, and the purpose of Trode's trip was the two Leopard tanks that were now parked in front of him.

"Come on, let's take a look at this tank first!" As he spoke, the middle-aged man led Trode to the side and rear of a Leopard tank, and Trode could clearly see another depression there, which seemed to have been hit by a strong external force, judging from the size of the shell, but it did not penetrate it.

The middle-aged man knocked on the depression with a wrench and said: "I heard from the captain of 012 that this is a 122-mm shell fired from the diagonal front, and the shell fired is the IS-2 heavy tank of the Soviet Army." ”

"Is it only the fuel tank that is damaged inside?" Unable to open it right now, Tlord could only continue to ask.

The middle-aged man nodded lightly and said, "Almost, although there are some other parts, but it's not a big deal, this Leopard is not difficult to repair, and it can be done by throwing it to those newcomers." ”

"Encounter with the IS-2 heavy tank of the Soviet Army...... Was it ambushed? Trode said as if talking to himself.

"Then I don't know!" The middle-aged man spread his hands and said, "You can ask Buttermesse about this kind of thing, he must have asked all the questions at the first time." ”

"Forget it then." Trode smiled wryly, "I don't want to run to him when it's okay, and I don't think he wants to see me." ”

"You young people!" The middle-aged man pointed at Trode with a meaningful smile, then led him to the side of another Leopard, and the two climbed onto the Leopard tank and began to observe its turret section.

"Scary, isn't it?" The middle-aged man pointed to a large black hole in the top of the cannon shield, and directly behind the leopard turret, there was also a hole of similar size, and from the direction in which the steel plate was penetrated, it could be seen that these two holes were from the hand of a cannonball.

"100 mm shells?" Trode said with some uncertainty.

"That's right." The middle-aged man nodded affirmatively and said, "Although the guy from 012 didn't say it, I can see it at a glance." Soviet-made 100 mm guns, considering the configuration of this gun, there are only those types of attackers. ”

"......" looked at the piercing wound on the turret, and Trode frowned, lost in a brief thought...... (To be continued.) )