"Clear?" Wren asked, leaning against the side of the tank, to a smug Marcus.

"That's how you spoke to your savior, and if they hadn't rushed up and chased away the Belgian soldiers on the last Bofors anti-aircraft gun, you'd be dead by now. Marcus shook his head.

"Do you want me to thank you for tucking you under the tracks?" Wren looked at Marcus with a blank expression, not satisfied with his claim that he had saved himself.

"Okay, okay! The company commander and the battalion commander had already interrogated the prisoners, and they had planted explosives on the bridge, but they had not received the order to blow up the bridge. "Marcus is the type who likes to ask for gossip, so Wren doesn't bother to ask the results himself, but waits for Marcus to come to him and show off his well-informed.

Six German infantrymen shouted slogans and sang military songs as they marched across the bridge in a haphazard manner, and from time to time a truck towed a cannon. Followed by soldiers on war horses, there were also three or four war horses pulling a carriage and dragging a field cannon behind it, and the formation became not very neat. They were units of the 7th Cavalry Division, which had just passed by the 1st SS Panzer Division.

"The Führer really looks fine, didn't you hear yesterday's speech?" Marcus handed Wren his cut corners chocolate candy, who threw Marcus a pack of cigarettes.

Marcus took the cigarette and added: "But they attacked the Führer, taking a path that is not above board at all, which is really in line with the character of this group of bastards." ”

"You've been fooled. Wren smiled softly, took out a piece of chocolate candy and threw it into his mouth, chewing it, and said: "Who are the Führer's people, others don't know, don't you know? ”

"That's what you say. Marcus nodded: "So you have been so silent lately, isn't it because of the Führer's injury?"

"I found a new game, a very interesting new game. Wren pulled out a piece of paper with a somewhat tattered edge, tossed it to Marcus and said, "Let me find another reason to live, which is a good start." ”

"What the hell?" Marcus opened the paper and saw that there was a statistical report on it, with the name of Mitchell Wittman in the first place, Wren Harder in the second position, Hans in the third, and his own Marcus name in the seventh place.

This is a table of tank ace statistics, and I heard that two days ago, the commander of the 2nd Panzer Division, named Mitchell Wittman, collided with a French light tank division, and there was a heavy exchange of fire between the two sides.

The lucky Mitchell Wittmann destroyed 9 Renault light tanks in one go, and counting the fact that he had served in Poland before being transferred to the 2nd Panzer Division, had a good record, so the total number had surpassed Wren to become the number one tank ace of the German army.

"What an interesting game!" Marcus tossed the list to Wren: "Count me in! Let you see how good Marcus is! ”

"What do you want to compare?" Wren asked Marcus with a puzzled expression.

"Of course, who destroyed the most tanks!Wait, that's not what you want to compare?" Marcus asked after a moment's pause.

"I want to see how many of them are alive to continue playing against me after a year on this list. Wren raised an eyebrow and said.

"Wren, you pervert!" Marcus scolded with a laugh, then turned and walked away: "I'll go watch my men refuel the tank, see you later." ”

"Wren!" On top of the tank, Andrei bared half of his body and shouted: "Orders from the battalion!" We followed the 7th Cavalry Division across the bridge, now make a fire to cook, eat a hot meal, and then it's time to go. ”

"Open a can of canned beef. Wren pointed to the storage compartment behind the tank's turret and said, "Improve the food." I went to the battalion headquarters, the front armor plate of the tank was peeling off, and our tank had to be repaired. ”

"No problem, but you'll have to come back quickly, or I'll have to drink a little soup." Andrei shouted with a laugh.

"Then leave me some soup!" Wren shouted back with a laugh.

The tent of the battalion headquarters was in the woods not far from the bridgehead, where a huge trailer was parked, as well as several mechanics who were repairing an engine.

"Hey, Mr. William, good afternoon. Wren greeted a worker in the maintenance unit: "My tank was fighting in the morning, the welded steel plate on the front armor plate cracked, can you help me take a look?"

The old man with glasses raised his head, patted his oily big hand and said: "Half of the tanks of the armored division are waiting for this kind of steel plate, this thing is very fragile to be honest, it is just an expedient measure. When it encounters a small-caliber anti-tank gun, it will peel off, just like a woman's stockings. ”

The old man stood up, motioned for his apprentices to continue working, and then walked up to Wren, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth: "But our Wren kid wants this thing, and I, the old man, can get you a piece of anything, can't I?

While chattering, he nodded Wren with his rough fingers, and then walked towards the truck next to him.

"Thank you, old man. Wren quickly changed his words, laughing, and kept up with William, the old mechanic. Then he handed William, the old mechanic, a pack of French cigarettes, which had been turned over from a Belgian lieutenant in the morning, and was part of the trophies. It stands to reason that cigarettes are not allowed to be confiscated, but Wren was holding a gun at the time, and the Belgian lieutenant only swallowed and did not protest, and the matter was over.

"You, little ghost. William stepped over to the side of the car, looked up and shouted to an ensign standing in the back of the cargo box, "Help me find a tank front armor plate for Wren and their crew." ”

While shouting, he threw a pack of German cigarettes into the car: "When you get to the place, he will give you another box." ”

The second lieutenant didn't talk nonsense, and nodded: "You bring a few people with me, and I'll drive the steel plate over." ”

"No problem. William nodded.

Soon, replacement parts of the front armor plates, which were difficult to find for the entire division, were easily managed by Wren. Oh no, he shared two packs of cigarettes.

Soon, William Sr., his mechanic and Wren hitchhiked to the side of Tank 113.

"The original solder joints are still there, so it's much easier to repair. William looked at Wren's tank: "I'll go up and adjust the scope for you, I guess there must be an error because of the vibration." You guys are helping down there. ”

There was no lifting equipment at all, and several people scrambled to put the solid steel plate on top of where it should have been installed. Then there is simple fixing, welding, screwing and so on.

"I also have a new device here, which is a new gadget that was randomly installed on the tank for us, just give you a set, and today is just free, so I'll put it on for you, if it is hit or something else happens, remember to report it to the battalion headquarters." The lieutenant pointed to the canvas on the truck and smiled.

The two soldiers climbed into the truck, lifted the canvas, and saw the thin sheets of iron one by one. The second lieutenant kicked lightly and introduced: "This thing is called a board skirt, it is a thing to protect the wheels and tracks of the tank, and it can also strengthen some side protection. ”

"Bowman, this thing may change the weight of the tank, I guess you'll have to test it out in a while to see if there's anything different. Wren looked at the new thing called the skirt and said to Bowman beside him.

Bowman nodded, looking to agree with Wren's thoughts: "I guess the speed should not change much, and the steering is fine, maybe the joystick is a little heavier." The most important thing is the width of the car, if you are not careful, these things will be knocked off. ”

"Old man, is there any paint? This thing is not painted, it is too conspicuous in this weather. Wren shouted at his tank.

"No! The paint has long run out, and the next batch is said to arrive tomorrow...... Anyway, you don't take part in the offensive today. After a while, the old man William in the tank shouted sullenly.

"Before we got to Sedan, we followed the 1st SS Panerized Division all the way?" Marcus wanted to come and see the excitement, but when he heard William's answer, he immediately asked in a loud voice: "Look at our tanks, what's on them? There is a G! This is the 1st Panzer Army! We are the most powerful troops." ”

"Kid, if I didn't fight, I'd rather follow them all the time and eat dust!" But do you think that's realistic?" Old William got out of Wren's tank, pointed a wrench at Marcus and said, "And our Panzer Corps is called the 1st Panzer Army because it has the 1st Panzer Division, but not because of our Party Guard, understand?"

"And what is our mission after dinner?" asked Marcus.

"Ask about the mission, go to the battalion headquarters, or ask your company commander! I'm a repairman! William Sr. jumped out of the tank and said, "I heard we're going to get to the next river tonight." ”

"I heard that the Netherlands has surrendered, and the Queen of the Netherlands is going to move to Frankfurt in the future?" Wren asked with a smile that he was interested in.

"I heard that this was the case, and General Keitel of Army Group B used a very interesting sentence when he commented on the Dutch. William Sr. lit a cigarette and said, "He said that the Dutch would fight more than any people who had not fought in more than a hundred years." ”

"Hah!" Marcus sneered, "You can really put gold on your face." ”――

After being silent for a few days, I suddenly shouted, and I found that the Führer's troops were still very powerful, and everyone gave me countless tips and monthly passes in one go, since it is so easy to use...... Long Ling was cheeky and continued to shout: Ask for a monthly ticket! Ask for a reward!