"When, of course you can. The driver of the transport unit was a little incredulous in his eyes, was it because the two people pushing the cart were born with divine powers, or because the man sitting in the cab was really unskilled?

He pulled his shoes out of the dirt road and ran quickly to the passenger seat of the car to get a good position, but apparently he was still a step too slow, because Wren had already helped Alice into the passenger seat while he was in a daze, and stood by the door looking at him with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, we have a lady here, so I'm sorry to let you be wronged. Wren smiled and pointed to Alice, who was a little embarrassed in the seat, and said, "I don't know if there is any place in the back carriage?"

"No, it's full of goods, and you can only climb on top of it. The driver of the car was a little regretful, pointed to the roof of the car and said, "It's easier to climb from the front, we have to get off quickly." ”

Andre and Bruce climbed into the car with great agility, after all, climbing to the top of a car is not too difficult for a man who has been climbing tanks for many years. Wren was even more agile, as soon as he reached out and grabbed the rope that bound the supplies, with a slight exertion, his feet left three footprints on the side of the truck, and it didn't take two seconds for the person to be on the roof of the truck.

His movements are like those of a wild cat climbing steep places, agile and rhythmic, which is very pleasing to the eye. His movements are so light that it's hard to hear the movement of his footsteps. The big boy proved with his actions what it means to be truly lightweight, and if it weren't for the slight shaking of the truck, no one would even be able to find out that Wren had gotten into the car.

As a result, the soldiers of the two transport units, who did not often climb the roof of the car, wasted all their strength to climb to the top of the car, and sat on the top of the cargo panting. Before the two of them could catch their breath, the car began to shake, and with the bumpiness of the road, the 1937 Gass truck from the Soviet Union swayed on the road.

The potholes along the road were still so dense, but the four wheels of this Soviet gas car seemed to have eyes, avoiding the most dangerous places and passing safely. The driver, sitting on the roof of the car, widened his eyes and felt as if he was in a dream.

Beside him, Wren, who was holding an assault rifle, was rejoicing on his good fortune to be able to meet a car bound for the camp on the muddy path - which saved him a lot of unjust roads, and allowed him to get to the headquarters of the 503rd Armored Battalion more quickly.

The car eventually stopped at a staging point for logistical supplies, with non-commissioned officers who had registered specifically for what was being transported, and some front-line infantry who were helping. Next to it is a field hospital, which contains many seriously injured patients. The cars did not run back and forth empty, transporting the wounded who had to be transferred when they went, and carrying back a large number of supplies when they returned, and that was all the German transports were to and fro.

"Thank you for bringing us here. Wren jumped out of the car and said to the driver, who was still on the roof of the car, in disbelief, "We're going four kilometers north, and we're there?"

"Yes, you can drive over there, and we'll pick up some stuff in a moment. The driver hurriedly said: "At that time, there should be a gap in the back of the car where many people can sit." ”

"Ah, I don't think we're bothering you anymore, after all, it's been a long time. Wren smiled and rejected the other party's kindness, and then set off with a few people in a slightly lazy manner. They continued to make their way through the slimy mud, leaving the entire supply relay station with five seemingly gorgeous backs.

"Your name is Bowman, aren't you? You're the best driver I've ever met. The driver of the transport force looked at the backs of the five people convincingly, learned Andrei's tone just now, and whispered as if to confirm Andrei's mouth: "He is the best driver I have ever seen." ”

"yes, it's the tank driver we've seen. A German officer in the camp, with his hands on his waist, said to Rennes and the others who were fighting in the distance: "You don't know these people who came with your car? They are from the 3rd SS Panzer Division of Army Group G. ”

He said with a very yearning expression: "I heard that it is Captain Weitman's competitor, the No. 113 tank commanded by a young boy who died in battle, the guy named Wren." ”

"Wren? No wonder his driver is so powerful, it turns out that he has been driving a Tiger tank driver for almost a year. The transport driver sighed, and his rifle-carrying companion looked up into the distance: "Anyway, he's the best driver I've ever seen." ”

The black shadows of the sun reflected the shadows of these five people on the ground, and they looked a little distorted. Wren walked vigilantly at the front of the line, carrying his gun on his back, humming an unknown song, and staggering towards the camp of the 503rd Armored Battalion.

"Be disciplined when you go there, don't make yourself unnecessary trouble. Suddenly, as he walked forward, he said, "This is not our 501st Armored Battalion, and they have their pride, after all, not everywhere can tolerate us guys who like to make trouble all day long." ”

"I don't think we can do anything like that. As long as they don't come to provoke us and have learned the rules of operation of the new tank, we can leave. I don't want to stay in this kind of place where there are no roads. André was behind Alice, and as he walked forward step by step, he opened his mouth to answer Wren's words.

"Shhhhhh Wren cautiously retreated to the side of the road, behind a bush with withered yellow branches, where the rest of the people had huddled, waiting for Wren's further orders.

"There is a problem with this road, someone has set an ambush trap here. Wren whispered, "It's too quiet around, and there are signs of human alteration in the woods on both sides." It's not bad, and it looks like we had a big welcome ceremony. ”

"Huan...... Welcome?" Bruce's huge body was only holding a slightly small pistol, which looked very unsuitable. While carefully observing his surroundings, he unconsciously opened his mouth and asked his own question in accordance with Wren's words.

"Apparently this is laid out by the 503 tank battalion. Wren opened the safety of the assault rifle and quietly pulled the bolt, and with a slight click, he confirmed that his assault rifle bullet was loaded. At this time, he gave an order to Alice and the others behind him: "You are here, shoot in the direction of 11 o'clock, and lead the ambush to appear." ”

"Are you sure we're still shooting?" Bowman shook the small Belgian-made pistol in his hand as he stared at Wren who had given the order to fire.

"......" Wren did not answer his question, and had already circled farther from a pothole in the distance, and he ran as fast as he could, but only with a slight noise, like an agile leopard, running in its own territory.

"Bah!" Among the remaining four people, the one who trusts Wren the most and is the most crazy is Alice, an electromechanical engineer who comes from behind, she doesn't care about any bullshit orders, she just faithfully implements Wren's orders. Picking up the Belgian Browning pistol in his hand, he pulled his trigger in the general direction.

"Oh my God, they've found us!Someone's fire!' Suddenly, the woods, which had been silent, became noisy, and a German-speaking man shouted loudly.

"Shut up! I'll say you're going to get into trouble if you do this!hell!" another young voice complained, "I'm just saying that this ambush is to deliver food to that guy from Rennes!"

"Bah!" Alice was not idle, she pulled the trigger again and again, until she ran out of bullets in the pistol magazine before she stopped shooting. She then pulled a new magazine out of her pocket and stuffed it into her pistol. Bowman and Bruce held down the crazy mother-in-law and shouted into the distance: "Our own people! Don't make trouble! We are from the 502nd Battalion of the 3rd SS Division!"

"You're firing, we didn't do it! Okay, let's get out of here now! Don't mess around! God! You almost hit me. An SS soldier cautiously leaned out of the bushes in the distance, waving his officer's hat and shouting at Alice's position: "We are from the 503rd Panzer Battalion!

"Wren found out, right, didn't we! I knew he was just as good as he was then!" a young captain officer smiled and got out of the grass and walked towards the muddy continent, followed by many SS officers and soldiers, it seems that they deliberately came to meet Wren and his party, but I don't know who came up with an idea to let these people set up an ambush position here to test Wren's true skills.

"Don't think you'll be fooled by saying something flattering. Wren appeared behind these people at this time, holding his assault rifle: "It must be you who came up with such a ghostly idea!" Captain Calus, the ace commander of the army's tank and the third in the battle list, has not seen you for a long time. ”