Since in the 21st century some soldiers in the Middle East can rely on faith and high-tech armies armed to the teeth, then in 1939 there were people who could fight against powerful opponents with their faith.

There are many people who have no faith, who do not believe that some people can face the enemy's bayonets and hold their heads high, and they do not believe that some people can survive torture without revealing the slightest bit of information that is not a leak at all. These people can't understand the insistence that only idiots would do.

So, in today's movie scenes, facing the enemy's thousands of troops raising their weapons, smiling in the face of the enemy's leather whip and iron, and waiting for the enemy with bayonets to approach and pull the grenade in their arms, these images have become a kind of symbol, and have been used countless times to challenge the audience's tolerance.

Wren used to have faith, and his faith was himself. He felt that he could live on his own, and in such a dangerous world, he had no other faith than him and the weapons in his hands.

Recently, however, he found himself relying on his other comrades, which was a dangerous sign, at least in his heart, that it was a very dangerous start. He is no longer a lonely ghost, but a living being.

He trusted his Gun Andrei, a trustworthy fellow who could do all sorts of unbelievable shots and destroy dangerous enemy tanks, and he trusted his driver, Bowman, who had skilfully piloted his tanks last time to accomplish the impossible.

He also trusts Alice, a small, and somewhat violent female mechanic, whose channels are clear and uninterrupted, making his ears more and more squeamish, and of course he also likes the loader named Bruce, who is as trivial as Marcus, but is a very good person.

Of course, in addition to these people, he also began to trust the Tiger tank that they had driven for a long time, after all, after a thing has been used for too long and too long, there will always be some nostalgia. Being able to accompany five people on such a tragic battlefield for a year is enough to prove that the Tiger tank was absolutely successful when it was originally designed.

However, when they abandoned the Tiger tank and were named to receive another, more powerful tank, Wren found that his faith was somewhat shaken, and there was no doubt that the more powerful King Tiger tank was indeed an epoch-making classic, but Wren did not feel the joy of being promoted to his own car.

Bruce waited on the platform of the train, and it would not be long before they received their new King Tiger tank. So at this time, Bruce seemed a little excited, and he said to Andre on the side: "You sit so you can't feel it, that feeling of spaciousness makes my loading speed more than a little faster." ”

Andrei was also very happy, he felt that the auxiliary aiming system was simply invincible, it allowed him to lock on to his target within seconds of stopping the tank, and easily penetrate the opponent's armor, which was difficult to do before, at least he had to play well to do it.

As for Bowman, he was not very happy, because the change of the tank chassis had caused some changes in his driving habits, so he didn't speak, just kept fiddling with his hands there, simulating the feeling when he was operating a tank. However, it can be seen that he really likes to drive this new tank, otherwise it would not be like this.

Alice didn't see any change, she just stood beside Wren, and she couldn't tell that she was the kind of girl with a machine gun who could strafe and smash the enemy infantry in front of her. However, after such a long period of front-line life, she can no longer see the original resentment and gloriousness, and she has an aura that no one can approach.

The new tank is good everywhere, with a more advanced and accurate aiming system, a larger interior and ammunition reserves, powerful power and powerful guns, and armor that is so thick that it makes the enemy desperate. Now almost no one can threaten the King Tiger tank, and it is almost invincible on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Wren suddenly felt as if he had found a reason why he couldn't be happy, so he smiled bitterly and relaxed himself. Yes, he thought of the reason, and that reason was that a killing machine like himself, which had been cultivated through special means, had less and less room to play on the battlefield.

Or, to put it another way, the current war is less and less necessary for the existence of his personal bravery. Even if he can fight cold-bloodedly, he will not be able to make up for the gap in weapons and equipment, nor will he be able to catch up with the changes in combat methods. While he practiced shooting without blinking an eye, Germany's huge military-industrial complex had already produced invulnerable steel behemoths.

What an ironic scene: a man who has painstakingly cultivated the art of killing for several years, and who has been degenerated into a devil in exchange for a ruthless heart, cannot face the tanks that drive out of the factory one after another. Times have changed, and they have become strange and frightening to Wren.

He was afraid that this would continue, and one day Führer Accardo would no longer need a warrior like him, when technology would advance to the point where it could replace warriors, and people would not have to go to the battlefield at all, they could fight with tanks and planes from thousands of kilometers away.

No matter how swift they are, they can't compete with the faster and more agile fully automatic weapons, and soldiers wearing night vision devices and holding automatic weapons can kill people up to 100 meters away in the evening. At that time, the devil cultivated in the Wolf Knight Academy was no match for a college student with a fighter remote control in his hand.

If that time comes, will I only have the name of an executioner?, Wren thought a little lonely in his mind. He had always thought of himself as a warrior, a mighty warrior, but now he found that what he could do for the Führer in a short time could be done by any recruit.

Just as he was thinking, a military train slowly entered the station. The locomotive belched white smoke from its front and slowly stopped at the makeshift platform where they were in Rennes. In the back of the train, in addition to the two armored trains, there were several carriages filled with Waffen-SS soldiers.

It seems that the journey from Germany to Poland, then from Poland to Ukraine, and then through Donetsk, to the current small station, was a long and unsafe project - not only with the participation of SS soldiers, but also with the addition of two armored trains with turrets.

The two armored trains had the turrets of the Leopard tanks on them, and in addition to the 75mm infantry guns on both sides, ten machine guns were planted like hedgehogs.

The flat cars in the back were full of King Tiger tanks, some of which were supplemented by the 502nd Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion, and some by the 1st Armored Division of the 1st Armored Army of the Wehrmacht.

Because of the large number of more advanced machinery and automated production, the annual output of the King Tiger tank has expanded rapidly, and the horizontal comparison has surpassed that of the Tiger tank. Therefore, not long ago, the production of Tiger tanks has been compressed, and the production capacity of German tanks has been fully concentrated on the better King Tiger tanks. This was great news for the German army, as it marked the beginning of the King Tiger tank to equip the front-line troops faster and more.

The sky was overcast and drizzling, and because of his military rank, Wren was standing on a covered simple field platform, where the tanker truck responsible for refueling and many technicians were standing in the rain, making the whole station look extremely busy.

As the train came to a standstill, everyone began to tear off the canvas from the train carriage, and one after another brand-new Tiger tanks were presented in front of everyone's eyes. These tanks have been painted in summer camouflage, which is clearly different from those that have used up the white paint and participated in the Winter War.

The train arrived with some King Tiger tank maintenance mechanics who had just completed their training, and of course, there were also many armored units that arrived with the train to replenish the recruits. These people began to look for their units according to the assigned forms. Coupled with cranes and trailers to unload the tanks one by one, the scene became even more noisy.

"Captain Wren. An officer in charge of receiving supplies on the platform stood behind the Rennes crew with a smile, and after greeting him, he waved the record book in his hand and asked, "The new King Tiger tank, I believe you have already tested it." You're the biggest, so pick one first. ”

Wren looked at the King Tiger tanks that were being unloaded one after another, and under the eyes of Alice, Andre and others, he stretched out his arm, pointed to the distance casually with his index finger, and said with some interest: "I heard that they are all produced by automatic production lines, so what else is there to pick, it's all the same." ”

"Okay! I remember the tank you wanted, and I'll have someone paint your tank number for you. The officer looked along Wren's arm, then nodded, and walked in the direction of the tank with his hands behind his back: "That tank! Yes, it's that tank! Be careful when unloading the truck!" Sergeant Sparrow, mark the production number of that tank, distinguish it from other tanks, this tank was asked by Captain Wren, unit number 113...... Make no mistake!"