Let's go back to September 8, 1937. Not far from the Polish border, Germany was in the barracks of the 3rd SS Division, which had just been approved for promotion to the 3rd SS Panzer Division.

"Stand up!" At a command, several soldiers lying on the hard bed got up in a panic and stood in front of their respective beds.

An amiable officer walked up to the door of the dormitory and said with a smile: "Welcome to the SS, this is your commander of the vehicles. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to a short boy who was about eighteen years old, with a pair of blue eyes that were not very attentive, blinking in slightly deep sockets, with a little freckles on his face, and blond hair buttoned on his head by a handsome Wehrmacht-style black brimmed hat, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Because he was very short, the boy's pants were piled on top of the leather boots, blocking the laces that were interspersed back and forth on the high-waisted boots.

He raised his right hand, made a German salute, and shouted in a slightly hoarse voice: "Long live the Führer!"

"Long live the Führer!" the three soldiers in the dormitory responded listlessly to his slogan.

"Captain Carter, while we know that there is a massive build-up going on, you don't have to find a kid to play with us. A disgruntled uncle of about thirty years old, his face was full of beard, like a gorilla that had not fully evolved.

"This is your loader, a private named Bruce. You can call him an orangutan. The captain Carter, who came with the boy, smiled and pointed to the soldier who spoke.

Then Captain Carter walked up to a non-commissioned officer in his twenties, who looked a little nervous, and said, "This is Corporal Bowman, your driver! To be honest, he is the most senior here besides you...... Somewhat...... Forget it, you'd better experience it yourself. ”

He smiled again and walked up to a normal-looking corporal and pointed at the soldier with round glasses: "This is Private Clark, he's an electromechanic, and of course he's in charge of your machine gun." ”

Unlike the others, this corporal named Clark immediately returned the salute, looking very standard, so Captain Carter added: "He is the most normal soldier in this dormitory! ”

In the end, he pointed to the man who was sitting in the corner, never got up or saluted, and never even raised his head, and sighed helplessly and introduced: "This is Andre, as your artillery commander." "He didn't introduce the ranks, and he didn't say anything else.

The corporal Andrei was still sitting in the corner, not even raising his head, and he was wiping his pistol with a rag stained with some engine oil, and he was snorting into the pistol from time to time.

"Okay, I've introduced all four of your crew, shall I introduce you to you, or will you do it yourself?" Captain Carter walked back to the door after a round of introduction, and asked the little boy who did not think he was yet an adult.

"I'll do it myself, everyone has to say the first thing. The skinny boy took a step forward and put his hands behind his back: "Nice to meet you, my name is Wren! I have just graduated from the Veldeutsche Armored Forces Command Academy in Berlin and have been awarded the rank of sergeant, and I hope to get along with you in a friendly way! If you have any questions, you can raise them in person!"

"Hey, Sergeant Wren, how old are you?" asked Bruce, who seemed to be the talker, with a wicked grin.

"I'm 18 years old and I'm going to be 19 in a few months. Sergeant Wren replied with a smile.

"Don't you think your age makes us a little younger?" asked Bruce as he continued with an eyebrow raised, grinning as he asked, his beard shaking like a steel needle.

"In fact, the captain of car No. 112 in the dormitory next door was half a year younger than me. Wren didn't seem to see the bearded Bruce's ridicule, and said to himself: "Thirty-two commanders graduated from our class, all of whom were assigned to the grassroots troops, but unfortunately I only know seven people in this division, and only one is over twenty years old. ”

"Alas...... The baby soldiers are coming to command us, and they will kill us!" Bruce sighed and wailed.

"Bruce, shut up!" Gun Andrei, who had not said a word, raised his head and whispered a cold snort, then frowned and stared at Wren, who was still smiling, and finally put the pistol back into the holster hanging at the bedside, stood up and walked out of the corner. Due to the light, Wren finally saw that the man named Andre had beautiful brown hair.

"You said you graduated from the Veliky German Panzer Forces Command Academy?" Andrei stared at Wren with a pair of eyes, walked up to the short sergeant, and asked, "I heard that there is a very powerful junior class there, where did you come from?"

Wren glanced at Andre and suddenly laughed heartily: "Oh! The one you're talking about is the first class of wolf riders!

As he spoke, he proudly pointed to a commemorative medal on his chest and happily showed off: "I was the first in the graduation exam of that class." ”

Looking at the smiling young man with light freckles on his face, Andre exhaled, turned around and sat back on his bed, and lay down very casually: "The bed with a curtain over there is yours, and the key to your No. 1 cabinet is under the pillow." ”

And he is obviously the boss of this dormitory, after he said this, Bruce, who was originally going to say something, closed his mouth for a long time, and he didn't dare to say another word to make it difficult for Wren.

Carter saw that the scene of arranging Wren was quite smooth, so he turned around and wanted to leave, but at this time Wren remembered something.

He scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, and turned back to Captain Carter who had brought him here: "Captain......! And my sergeant-officer uniform, which I forgot at school, can you please let me make a phone call to the school. ”

He chased Carter out, and when he was halfway there, he turned back and shouted, "I'll be back in a minute!

Then he chased Captain Carter down the hallway, "Captain, when do we usually take a vacation? What time do we get paid?Can I leave the barracks?...... his voice faded away, disappearing at the end of the hallway.

"Hehe! I'm still a kid!" Corporal Clark, who was wearing glasses, pushed the glasses that had slipped off the bridge of his nose and made his bed with a smile.

The driver, Bowman, shrugged his shoulders, threw his haphazard military uniform onto the bed, then grabbed the towel hanging on the wall and put it on his shoulder, and walked out with the basin.

"Are we really going to wait for him to come back and go to the cafeteria?" the bearded Bruce turned to look at Andre, the boss of the room, and saw that he had already stood up and walked towards the door, and shouted anxiously, "I said, hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to eat!" replied Andre without looking back.

Naturally, Wren didn't get dinner, so he went back to the dormitory first and found it empty, so he left his luggage and ran to the cafeteria, only to find two cold potatoes waiting for him.

Still, Wren hummed a little song and took small steps back to the door of his dormitory, carefully hanging the towel with his name embroidered on it on the empty nails on the wall. Then I put the aluminum toothbrush cup and the toothbrush that was not very good quality directly under the towel.

Then he laid a thick Russian dictionary next to his pillow, and took a copy from the large cloth bag and threw it casually on his bed. He then removed his crooked belt and hung it at the head of his bed, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, took off his boots, and put on his little slippers.

Just as the other four people in the dormitory were marveling at the rather professional and thick Russian dictionary on the bed, Wren who was holding it covered his face with the book very casually, and without even pulling the curtain next to the bed, he fell asleep with a slight snoring.

Everyone blamed themselves for their thoughts, and then everyone returned to the state of living with four people again. After about half an hour, it was getting dark. Due to the large-scale expansion of the barracks and the continuous shortage of military budgets, there were no electric lights installed here, and the fuel ration for kerosene lamps was intermittent, so everyone climbed into bed early.

"Hey, Andrey!" Bruce, who spoke the most, threw the boss on the other side with a snuffed cigarette butt: "What kind of junior class did you talk about during the day, the place where our stroller captain stayed, is it very powerful?"

Andrei swept the cigarette butt on the quilt to the ground with his hand, stared at the necklace pendant in his hand and replied intently: "The Führer ordered General Guderian to personally form the tank training academy, and I have always wanted to go to a place where I was not admitted. I've heard that the Wolf Rider Class is one of the most powerful and rigorously trained classes there! All of them were selected from orphans in German orphanages and trained by General Reinhardt himself. What do you say?"

"Then we still found a treasure here?" Clarke, who was listening with his ears pricked up, replied playfully: "He's still the number one in that place!"

Bowman rolled over, a little too much, so that the bed creaked with his writhing. Apparently he was not sleeping, but listening to his comrades, but apparently he had no intention of getting involved.

"A recruit is a recruit after all! I don't want to give my life to an eighteen-year-old child!" Andre said, grabbing the necklace pendant in his palm, glancing at the white moonlight outside the window.

There was a faint smile on Wren's childish face covered by a scroll, and he was still snoring slightly, dreaming what seemed to be a very sweet dream, completely unaware that his men were judging him.