What is a force that is awesome to the extreme? It is the newly built SS heavy tank destroyer battalion. What is the main force of the main forces? That is, the newly built SS heavy tank destroyer battalion. What is the teacher of the elite troops? It is the newly built SS heavy tank destroyer battalion!

So which unit is the most terrifying in this battalion? It's this weird 1st Company in front of you. Not to mention what kind of Cheng Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is in these teaching companies drawn from various units, at least Wren looked at the four commanders standing in front of him, and his heart was really uncomfortable.

There is not a single person on the neckline who does not wear the Iron Cross, and the battle medals on the chest are also varied, almost like the German Medal Museum. Looking at the battle markers painted on the barrels of the guns, the dumbest of the group is also a super ace who has destroyed 17 tanks.

The oldest and most normal person is Lieutenant Weitmann, the commander of the No. 112 Tiger tank, who at first glance looks a bit like Andrei, a man who is unusually calm at a critical moment. Like Wren, he likes to wear his hat crookedly, with a cynical smile on his face, and he looks relatively normal.

Followed by a little boy, in whom Wren seemed to see his younger self. The young boy was wearing a hat crookedly, but the main reason was that it was a little too big for his head. The boy named Karyus liked to purse his lips and was not very talkative, but the thought that the boy was the commander of the whole 30 tanks made Wren not have the slightest contempt for him.

Standing next to the little boy was an amiable fat man with a cheap smile on his face, this fat man was only about 170 tall, only a little taller than the 16-year-old boy Carlus next to him, and not as tall as Wren. This man is considered short among the Germanic peoples, and this fat man is not only short, but also at least three Wren as fat - that is, the captain's hatch of the Tiger tank is relatively wide, otherwise it is really hard to say how this fat man would get in.

The last man was polite, introducing himself as a village teacher who had enlisted in the army near Munich and was interested in writing poetry, but according to him, he had destroyed 18 tanks, one more than the smiling fat man, and only 8 fewer than Marcus on the side.

Okay, 65 for Rennes, 47 for Wittmann, 30 for Caljuus, 26 for Marcus...... If you count the 18 new No. 115 owners and the fat man's 17 who claim to be teachers, the commanders of Marcus's platoon also have a record of 21, 15, 13, and 11 vehicles respectively - the ten tanks of this company alone have an astonishing number of 263 tanks killed.

If you can't get a rough idea of how terrible these elites really were, you can compare them with other similar figures: the French 10th Panzer Corps had less than 300 tanks at its peak, Poland lost about three times as many tanks, and Britain now had almost 400 tanks. Now do you know what these 263 tanks really mean?

"Except for teaching, we usually stay in the back to retire?" Wren leaned back in his chariot and did not introduce himself, he knew that these people must know themselves, or the knight's iron cross with oak leaves under their necks.

Introducing himself was completely useless, at least that's what he thought. If you have the strength, the people here will respect you as a god, and if you don't have the strength, these people won't care what you call it.

"I'll inquire when I come. Wittman smiled and said, "We have a teaching company on our side, and only 4 tanks are stationed. The rest of the tanks will be replaced immediately after 4 weeks of study, whether they are killed in battle or transferred. ”

He saw that Wren was waiting for him to continue to explain, and he didn't sell it, and introduced it bluntly: "The advantage is that we are always full here, so the troops will always be the most sufficient." The disadvantage is that except for the 4 training cars left, the rest of the people don't cooperate well with us. ”

"I, you, Karjus and Marcus?" Wren asked, frowning.

"Yes, but the rule is that you are not allowed to split into platoons to fight. So Marcus, the platoon commander, may be the unluckiest platoon commander in the entire 1st Army. Wittman nodded.

"Not necessarily. Marcus laughed, "Maybe I'm the luckiest." ”

"What about the company commander, more to teach here, or more to fight here?" Wittman asked with a smile, and Karyus's eyes lit up and he stared at Wren.

"I'm here to kill people. Wren turned around expressionlessly and climbed into his tank: "Check the fuel and ammunition, Andrey, remember to leave me a portion for dinner." Alice, help all the crew adjust the radio equipment, Bruce, whoever talks nonsense with Alice will do it. ”

"Yes!" the tall, strong Bruce smiled and nodded in agreement. Andrei covered his eyes and smiled bitterly, but did not speak. Of course, the driver Bowman was still whistling, but with a bad smile on his face.

"If you don't accept me, you can go it alone. Wren looked at a few commanders and found that Marcus was the only one who was still so badly beaten, and spoke coldly: "Follow me, I will find a way to keep everyone alive, it's as simple as that." If anyone dares to touch me, I will make his head bloom. ”

After he finished speaking, he took out the MP-44 assault rifle from the turret, stuffed the magazine on the tactical vest that looked a little like a beggar's outfit on his body, and then jumped out of the tank with the gun on his back, and walked in the direction of the battalion headquarters without looking back.

"Come here to kill people?" Wittman smiled even more at the corner of his mouth, looked at Karyus beside him with a look of admiration, nodded slightly, and retreated to his tank, muttering softly as he climbed onto the tank: "It's really good." ”

"I advise you not to think anything crooked. Mr. Teaching, the commander of tank No. 115, nicknamed Teacher, glanced at the fat man with a cheap smile on his face and sneered: "He makes me very uncomfortable, and you are not necessarily his opponent." ”

"What about tanks?" the fat man's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he seemed confident in his own tank tactical level.

"Look at the Tiger tank full of bullet marks...... "The teacher pointed to the No. 113 Tiger: "It's still three of you, and it's not an opponent!"

The fat man's grim face smiled again, and he walked back while wiggling his fat ass: "I'm just kidding, Wren Hard, who in the SS doesn't know? ”

The entire 3rd SS Panzer Division replenished dozens of Tiger tanks in one go, and of course some were busy, and a full 40 vehicle crews were mobilized from some other units, which could be regarded as a huge addition.

Of course, there are corresponding maintenance engineering units, supply vehicles, trailers and separate battalion command vehicles. Including the independent diesel fuel supply unit, the corresponding truck transporter, 4 battalion-affiliated tracked self-propelled 150 mm howitzers, and an independent Leopard tank chassis without turret long-barreled 75 mm "Cheetah" tank destroyer company, the size of the entire battalion can almost compete with a tank regiment that is not yet formed.

The battalion headquarters is even more lively, and it seems that there are really a lot of supplies that are distributed, such as flashlights, raincoats and other items that should be equipped on the tank, and there are also many people who come to receive guns and ammunition for self-defense.

"Battalion Commander!1st Company Commander Wren Harder has come to report for duty. Wren came to one of the majors, stood up and saluted, saying, "Long live the Führer!"

"Oh, long live Führer Accardo, Rudolph!" the battalion commander looked very young and full of energy, as if he were a model of a Germanic people with enthusiasm and precision. He returned the salute with a straight face, and then patted Wren on the shoulder with a smile: "I'm glad that you, a big star, can come to my 502 battalion, my name is Kurt, Kurt Meyer." ”

"When are we going back to the front?" Wren asked suddenly.

The 1st Battalion and 1st Company of the 1st Regiment of the 3rd SS Panzer Division became other troops, the amiable company commander named Carter became unrelated to him, and the bespectacled electromechanical officer Clark was forgotten as if there was no such thing as being in this world.

I also promised them to kill a few more Frenchmen, so I don't care what I teach or what tank battalion, I'm here to kill, I'm here to be ordered to kill, and then I live, better than anyone else!

Wren thought so in his heart, so he opened his mouth to ask, Myer obviously didn't expect Wren to suddenly ask like this, and was stunned for a moment before answering with a smile: "It seems that you are more anxious to return to the front line than me." Let's put it this way, it seems that it will not be our turn to attack Paris, and if possible, we will attack Rouen with our troops, but the intelligence provided by the reconnaissance force indicates that most of the people there are British who have abandoned their armor. ”

"When?" Wren asked again.

"Wait for the notice, and if nothing else, in three hours we will head west and return to Poua. Meyer thought for a moment and said.

"Then I'll go back to the company and get ready to go. Wren stood up and saluted, turned and walked away, without the slightest drag. Meier looked at Wren's back, smiled helplessly, and thought to himself: It's really similar to what Ferick said, he is a young man who people like.

Wren returned to the company and ordered everyone to be ready to go, for Wren, who wanted to kill a few more enemies for Carter and Clark, coming to the 502nd Battalion was just a new home, as long as he could go into battle to kill the enemy, it didn't make a difference in which unit.