In a small wood, fifty kilometers away from Umiyanovgrad, the fog wafted in the woods, and the cuckoos sang in the woods, and everything seemed so peaceful.

It was the camp of a German tank battalion, with polished tanks neatly lined up on the improvised flat ground, and Private Michael and other soldiers of the armored battalion stood in a neat line. Above their heads, a loudspeaker was playing the words "Notice to all German soldiers on the Eastern Front" written by their Yuan himself.

"All the soldiers fighting on the Eastern Front, you may have some kind of rare strength, or you may have a miracle that is rare in a thousand years, Jesus is one of them, and Muhammad is the second" If an ordinary person is like you, he should be blind for life, but if he has some kind of strength and will, he will wield infinite power. If you have absolute confidence in the great things you are doing, you will no longer have to go blind and you know that Germany needs people with strength and self-confidence. This war of revenge that we are going on will determine whether we Aryans will henceforth become the noblest race in the world or the war of the existence of a third-rate people, therefore, I! Your Yuan requires you to do everything you can to fight for this war of revival."

Private Michael didn't even listen to a word, and he felt that Yuan's speech was comparable to the nagging of his ninety-year-old grandmother, which made him feel unusually irritable. And these what kind of racial superiority theory or something in his opinion is a fart, in Michael's opinion, no matter how good the race is, it has to eat, drink, and sleep, this is a natural phenomenon, it doesn't matter what blood you have in your body, it will let you go, and the bullets will not fly around you because of how noble your blood is, and if you have the time to listen to the radio, you might as well go to the kitchen, and maybe you can find some black tea from the chief's private collection to drink.

Yuan Luoli said so much, to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than one meaning, let's fight the Russians, if you want to fight, why do you still talk about so many excuses, what you say is not too tired, I am tired when I listen to it.

Mikhachel is a loader, to put it bluntly, he helps the gunner load shells, and he is also responsible for scrubbing the tank and maintaining the tank on weekdays. However, Michael didn't have much opinion on this job, after all, the performance of this Chinese tank equipped in his battalion is really not to say, the armor is thick and the firepower is fierce, since the Polish campaign, his tank has been hit by the opponent's anti-tank guns no less than three times, but every time they are safe and sound, this is all due to the thick armor of this tank, and since the war against the Soviet Union, the T26 and even T34 tanks of the Soviet Russians are not the opponent of this tank at all.

But this situation has changed since they arrived in Moscow, and they have encountered a fierce enemy, and the Russians are equipped with many large-caliber anti-tank guns, which can easily penetrate the tank's armor from a distance of 1,500 meters. Well, that's nothing, anyway, tankers don't expect their vehicles to withstand all the anti-tank guns. But since the Soviets and Russians sent a heavy tank called kV-2 to the battlefield, the German tankers admitted that they had met their opponents, and the 152 mm main gun equipped with the kV-2 was not at all what the 120 mm thick front armor of this tank could resist, and they would be shocked to death even if they were not destroyed by armor-piercing shells after being hit by this large-caliber tank gun, and the power of this large-caliber shell was too great.

The only good thing is that the Russians are so heavy that the weight of 52 tons makes it as clumsy as a snail, and the tanker can rush to their side and destroy it.

"Bang la la la" Michael, who was thinking about it, was pulled back from his distraction by a burst of applause, and it turned out that Yuan's broadcast was finished.

"Yuan's instructions are finally over!" Michael, who was often relieved, stood in the queue, waiting for the battalion commander to give the order to disband. Who knew that after the battalion commander came to power, he announced another piece of news, the battalion commander announced that after the meal, the whole battalion would immediately move south, towards the Caucasus Mountains.

The news stunned everyone, weren't they preparing to march west to reinforce Moscow, how, how did they march to the Caucasus again? Didn't the Caucasus already send infantry divisions to occupy it? Besides, the terrain there is not suitable for the movement of armored forces?

Although I don't understand it in my heart, an order is an order, and as a soldier, you don't have the right to choose an order.

"Oh, we're so unlucky." Mahachel followed behind the commander Sergeant Mora, frustrated, for he had heard that the Caucasus was much colder than Umiyanovgrad, and that the partisans there were still pervasive. I don't know if I can adapt to the climate there!

Thinking of this, Michael quickly stepped forward and walked to the side of Sergeant Mora, the commander of the car, pulled Lamora's sleeve, and asked quietly: "Sir, do you know why the boss sent our battalion to that ghost place in the Caucasus to blow the wind?" ”

Mora shook his head, "I don't know, but I've heard that the mountain troops there are in trouble, so the boss sent us over." ”

"Trouble?" Mikhachel's eyes rolled: "Sir, you should keep these words to deceive those new recruits, if you want to deceive me, forget it, I heard that we went to the Caucasus this time because there is a shadow of the Chinese army there, and the above sent us to "Mikhacher's voice is getting lower and lower.

"Shut up!"

Mora covered Michael's mouth and shouted in a low voice: "Michael, don't drag me if you want to die, can we two soldiers comment on this kind of nonsense?" ”

Michael slapped Mora's hand away and whispered, "What are you afraid of, who will hear us whispering, what are you doing so nervously, are we really going to fight the Huaxia?" ”

"Shut up, you idiot!" Mora was really going to be angry with this guy, it seemed that he would not give up if he didn't satisfy this kid's curiosity, and dragged Michael to a place where no one was there before he whispered: "I heard our company commander say that a group of well-equipped guerrillas suddenly appeared in the Caucasus, they attacked our station everywhere, collected our intelligence, and the people in front reported that there were Asian faces in those guerrillas, so the boss sent us there for reinforcements. ”

Looking at the serious face of the chief, Michael's heart was filled with a wave of horror