Army Group A on the Western Front, temporarily assigned to the garrison of the German 1st Panzer Corps under the command of Rundstedt, Wren wore newly issued cotton clothes and walked on the thick snow. The padded clothing issued by the armored forces was jacket-style and not thick.

Because after all, the inside of the tank is still very warm, and the temperature of the engine is transmitted to the entire combat compartment of the tank through a thin layer of iron plates, which is about the same as a high-power electric heater. Therefore, the limited cotton was mostly distributed to the cotton clothing of the infantry equipment.

It was once said that in the Second World War, China lacked everything but people, and Germany, as an Axis power, was even more pitiful, because it lacked even people. Although this sentence is a joke, there is some truth to it. When Germany never had an abundance of all kinds of supplies, even ammunition that had been reduced to steel shells had to be calculated and used at its discretion.

Wren had just returned from a meeting at the battalion headquarters, and it seemed that the offensive was about to begin. Because the battalion headquarters has already begun to deploy detailed offensive tasks there. It seems that at the beginning of the Battle of France, things were much better than the Battle of Poland began.

Because the task assigned by the battalion headquarters to Wren and the other car crews was very simple, to lead to the Guò forest area on several improvised roads opened by the sappers. This seems to be an easy task compared to capturing an area or encircling a certain army.

It doesn't seem to be that cold either, and the tanks are in a decent situation. Each tank was given white paint in the previous few days, but unfortunately due to a shortage of paint, each tank was only allowed to paint the front of the hull and the front of the turret in white for camouflage.

In this way, all the German tanks look ugly, but sometimes there is such helplessness on the battlefield - what looks good seems to be no different from looking for death, and what is not good can survive. Almost no one chooses to look good because all people want to survive.

"How's the meeting going? The decision to attack is up?" said Andrei on the tank as he cleared the snow from the roof of the tank with twigs tied together. Lao Yuan saw Wren come back and asked, "What task?"

"Leave on time at 1 p.m. and follow the troops. The task is simple, hurry...... Tong Guò is a forest with no end. Wren stepped on the towing hook in front of the tank, climbed into his tank, looked at the crews around him who were making final preparations, and leaned against the turret: "Bowman, Clark! ”

"Yes! Bruce raised the bar on the side: "You are now more and more General Guderian's 'fan'!"

Bruce wears a plain white snow camouflage suit with an integrated hood on it. However, the dress did not look very clean now, there were some grease stains on the chest, and the sleeves had been rubbed close to gray. Wren glanced at him, felt pity for the beautiful dress, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

"Hey, Captain, what kind of attitude do I say?" Bruce shouted in a slightly aggrieved tone, obviously hurt by Wren's disdainful eyes.

"Wren thinks your clothes have affected your temperament. Clark on the side laughed and said, "If you go to France, those French chicks will not be willing to sleep with you when they see you." ”

Bruce was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something important: "I forgot to buy a new shirt." ”

A bonfire was lit next to the tank, and soon the snow was wading down the tank's fenders. Wren got into the tank, hung the headset around his neck, fixed the throat intercom, checked several important parts, and then held the earphone with one hand, pressed the intercom switch with the other hand and said: "Tank No. 113 has been warmed up, it can be started at any time, test the intercom system, please call back when you receive it, please call back when you receive it." ”

"This is tank No. 112. Your voice is so much like a, I really want to give you a floral dress. Marcus's voice came through the headphones, followed by the laughter of several captains.

Wren was not angry, and laughed: "Watch your ass, Miss Marcus, if you get hit, I'll be happy to help the French make up for it." His words were full of ambiguity, and the laughter of several commanders grew louder in the headphones.

"Okay! no kidding. Start your tank! Company Commander Carter's voice rang out.

All the tanks shook and made a slight metal crash. Soon, the tanks began to move slowly, and began to move slowly towards the forest not far away.

"Hey! Do you say French chicks like German men?" asked a car captain with a lewd grin over the intercom.

"They don't like German men like you. Before Carter could speak, the other commander replied with a smile.

"We're going to stab the French in the ass. Marcus said with a smile.

Wren also smiled, picked up the intercom and continued: "Maybe, maybe the Frenchman stabbed us in the ass." ”

"If you're idle, look up at the top of your head. Carter said in the intercom: "Our plane has arrived, don't let your own people accidentally kill it." ”

"Spread the national flag on the top of the tank and get to work quickly!" As the order was issued, everyone began to get busy again, spreading the German swastika flag carried in the car on the top of the tank turret, and some people waved to the sky.

"Don't say it, the Air Force is still quite punctual this time. Marcus looked at the sky, his body swaying from side to side with the tank.

This offensive battle plan, but the offensive plan drawn up by the Imperial High Command after coordinating the various branches of the army, is naturally more than a notch stronger than the kind of meeting between the various branches of the army when attacking Poland. With Führer Accardo personally intervening, the various branches of the armed forces reached an unprecedented unified operational coordination, and even the pocket watches of commanders at all levels were adjusted according to Accardo's watch.

"Yes, it's punctual. Wren also leaned on the hatch and looked at the sky, watching the groups of fighters line up in dense groups and fly towards the distant sky. He took out the tin box from his breast pocket, poured another piece of chocolate into the palm of his hand, carefully put away the tin box, threw the chocolate into his mouth and chewed it.

The tanks crashed into the bushes and slender trees, the tracks rolled up some muddy dirt, and the cars and horses that followed followed with great difficulty the ruts pressed by the tank's tracks, and the entire team of the armored division stretched for several kilometers.

The 3rd SS Panzer Division opened the way, followed by the Wehrmacht 1st Panzer Division, followed by the mechanized infantry of the 1st Panzer Corps. On the left flank was the 5th Light Panzer Corps under Rundstedt, and on the right flank was the 7th Panzer Corps under the famous Rommel. Almost half of the German armoured forces were here, and they were going to go through the Guò Ardennes and go down the valley into the heart of France in one go.

Soon, at about 4 p.m., the troops stopped to recuperate, and Wren saw the panzergrenadiers with the division headquarters hastily withdrawn from the front, and the two off-road vehicles were also stretched side by side, on which were the wounded soldiers lying moaning.

"There's a firefight ahead?" Marcus asked Marcus indistinctly as he shoved a compressed biscuit into his mouth, looking at the wounded from the side.

Wren nodded, "Do you still need to ask, unless you think they are the ones who have set themselves up in order to grab lunch." Why would it hurt otherwise?"

After a while, a grenadier officer came over and explained to the stopped armored soldier that he might encounter the problem for a while, he found a large fallen tree as a table, spread out a partial map, and introduced to the commanders around him: "Let your company support our attack." Let me give you a brief explanation of what just happened: we were attacked here and here by the Belgians, who had built improvised defensive positions, probably one or two anti-tank guns - but don't worry, the caliber should not be too large. ”

"Are you sure it's two, not one or more?" asked Carter, frowning. As the commander of the tank company, he must understand the situation on the battlefield as much as possible, and the more the battle of Poland is fought, the more everyone understands a truth: that is, brute force is equivalent to looking for death, and only reasonable arrangements and tactics can everyone survive.

"They destroyed one of our armored vehicles, and then the machine guns opened fire. We didn't see any tanks, in fact we speculated that they would have deployed crossfire in the bush...... "The officer looked very sophisticated, and he seemed to be a veteran of the Polish campaign.

"How many people are there?" Wren tilted his head and looked at the map, asking his own concern.

"I really don't know, we were attacked while we were on the march, so we had to retreat first. Our retreat was not slow, but we also lost 13 men. I reckon they should be quite numerous, with at least three machine guns. The officer pointed to the map and said, "It may have formed a pocket-like defensive position, and it is very good at ambushing." ”

Not far away there was a rumbling explosion, and it seemed that the 150 mm caliber artillery had begun to fire retaliatory. The earth trembled violently with the shelling, and everyone seemed to be in a bad mood listening to the sound of the artillery and looking at the moaning wounded soldiers.

"In a moment, the 114 and 115 tanks will take the lead, Wren, you will be in charge of the left flank, and Marcus, you and I will guard the right flank. Cover the grenadiers in the middle. Carter assigned the task: "The anti-tank gun that had been found was handed over to car No. 114, and it rushed directly to destroy their defensive positions, driving them out of bunker with a guided machine gun. The rest is left to the grenadiers. ”

"No problem. The grenadier commander nodded.

"Check the ammunition and reload the tank gun. Carter ordered loudly: "Unload the excess fuel and the daily necessities piled on the tank, and hand them over to the battalion headquarters for safekeeping." Keep the intercom working. Get in. ”

"Car 113 is ready. "Wren's tank has been activated.

"Marcus is normal here. Car No. 112 also replied.

"Car number 114 is fine. "Car 115 is fine. ”

"Let's go!"

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