Sometimes being invincible isn't necessarily a good thing, at least not for Rennes and his crew. They went all the way from Pois to Beauvais and from Beauvais to Fort Clay, and they were not even 50 kilometers from Paris.

It was not the dilapidated tanks of less than 100 under de Gaulle's command that stopped their advance, nor the stubborn resistance of the French infantry, but the strange order of the 3rd SS Panzer Division to stop the advance from the commander Guderian.

Even Commander Ferick was a little confused by the order, but when they were ordered to hand over their positions to the nearby 1st Panzer Division and withdraw en masse to Amiens to recuperate, everyone knew that they could no longer fight for the honor of being the first German unit to attack Paris.

The frustration suddenly spread, making everyone very unhappy. The Germans seem to have an almost obsessive desire for conquest in Paris, the capital of France, and the honor of being the first to leap into the German army in Paris is a great temptation for every German soldier.

I heard that France was desperately sending a request to Berlin through Guò Switzerland, hoping to start negotiations on the question of war between the two countries and reach a new peace agreement as soon as possible. And hearing that the French government had made Paris an undefended city, the entire French government began to move to Lyon in a hurry.

Of course, it seems that there is a tacit agreement within the armored forces of the entire empire, that is, the credit for the siege and annihilation of the Anglo-French forces in Dunkirk will be taken over by the 7th Panzer Army under the command of Rommel, and the attack on Paris to win the honor of France will be handed over to the 1st Panzer Army under Guderian.

So even if the 3rd SS Panzer Division had not been able to continue south at Fort Clay, it seemed that the force that had invaded France would have been the 1st Panzer Army.

"Wren, why did you say we were replaced in such a daze? What kind of tough battle along the way didn't we fought?," Marcus wiped his nose with his fingers, sat on the turret of the tank, and whined loudly into the intercom.

"This is the arrangement of the military department, why didn't you jump up and scold your mother when the regiment commander came in the morning?" Wren replied with a yawn, leaning against the captain's hatch of the Tiger tank's turret.

Yesterday they retreated to Pois, where they had a hot meal, opened canned food and found some fresh vegetables and a few sausages. Borrowing the house, Alice also took a hot bath, and her hair, which had been stuck together from not bathing for many days, became more and more charming and soft.

She sat on the mechanic's hatch, humming a song softly, shaking her head and looking very good. If you are staring at her back now, you must not think that this seemingly carefree girl shot and killed 4 French infantrymen with her own hands on the outskirts of Fort Klee yesterday.

Wren could not have imagined that in yesterday's battle, his Tiger tank had once again added a new record to the barrel, and this majestic Tiger tank had expanded its record in France to a full 60 tanks, which was about a quarter of the total number of tanks owned by Charles de Gaulle's French 10th Panzer Corps, the main opponent of the 3rd SS Panzer Division.

Of course, more than a dozen of them came from Poland, and some from the French 9th Army, which also proves that the 3rd SS Panzer Division, where Wren belongs, participated in almost all the large-scale battles that broke out as the elite of the German armored forces.

"The regimental commander means to split the 3rd Panzer Division of our Party Guards?" Andrei asked with a frown, who attended the meeting in the morning.

"The Führer issued an order for each unit to transfer a part of the front-line officers with rich combat experience to return to the empire to form training units, which are specifically responsible for training the newly formed units and improving the combat effectiveness of the new units. Wren replied as he swayed with the chariot.

This was Accardo's new move, and he didn't want the powerful German elite troops to be depleted little by little on the increasingly brutal battlefield. He hoped that these experienced soldiers would pass on their combat skills and killing skills to more soldiers, so that these soldiers could fight more efficiently.

"We have to go to Berlin? give a lesson to a bunch of recruits?" said Andrei with a somewhat helpless sigh.

"I heard that I don't have to go back for the time being, but I just rest and reorganize on the spot in Amiens. Wren continued: "Cars 114 and 115 are going to be transferred, and we will be replenished with additional recruits who will teach them to drive tanks in the Amiens camp. ”

"Oh my God, it's so much to dismantle and organize a new tank division?" Andrei asked, frowning, "Half of the people are going to be gone at once?"

"Originally, Marcus's kid was going to go, and at least he could get a company commander over there, but this idiot went to the battalion headquarters and made a big fuss, and he wanted to kill me, which is really unlucky. Wren smiled and spoke.

"Bad luck, is there a mistake? Chief Wren!" Marcus's voice came from the earphones: "I don't let the company commander do it anymore, and I don't want to be a small platoon commander here, you still think I'm bad luck?"

"Shut up! It's not you bastard who is stirring up there, it's my No. 114 car that's left! How happy you are to be with Chief Wren, can you not know?" Before Wren could speak, the commander of No. 114 car had already scolded: "As a result, we are now going to accompany a group of recruits to die, and I call it really bad luck!"

"Hahahaha. The captain of car No. 115 didn't speak, just laughed vigorously. He was lucky enough to go to the teaching regiment over there to serve as a platoon commander, so to speak, he was promoted to one level, and he had nothing to complain about. It's just that there is a little sadness in his laughter, and the reason is clear to everyone.

"Go over there and do a good job, it's best that the German tank aces will come out of our 1st company in the future, then it will be called face. Marcus would of course sell well when he got cheap, and said loudly.

"Good!" the two responses looked arrogant.

The tanks accompanied the retreating grenadiers until they reached a fork in the road, where old Leopard tanks were parked in an open space and some young tankmen laughing in amazement.

Under the sign on the side of the road at the fork in the road, the staff officer of the armored division, an officer and the deputy commander of the 1st regiment were all there, and they were listening to an off-road vehicle with a lot of text on the hood of the engine compartment at the front of the car.

"Tank No. 114, Tank No. 115, drive to the left and stop in the square over there, await further instructions, you will be under my command from now on, and the detailed orders will be conveyed in the meeting in two hours. The deputy commander commanded loudly.

"Tank 112! Commander Marcus, lead your men out of the tank and continue on foot with Tank 113, you need to get new equipment. The staff officer pointed ahead and said, "After that you will rest for a while, have hot food every day, be able to take a bath, and have about three days off." ”

"Hats off! Or rather, the new Captain Wren company commander. The unknown officer smiled and nodded, "I hope you like the name of your new unit." ”

"New troops, what new troops?" Wren asked with a frown, unaware of his arrangement.

"The name is a bit long, and it sounds quite bluffing. The officer looked at Wren and said with a smile: "The 3rd SS Panzer Division has the 501st Independent Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion and the 1st Company of the Teaching Company. ”

"Teaching Company 1?" Wren asked again, frowning.

"It's the elite of the elite who are responsible for teaching. The officer continued to smile and introduced: "Go to the front, there are people waiting for you there, and you will know when you arrive." ”

"Bowman, drive. Wren nodded, pressed the throat intercom and ordered, "Let's go and see what the new tank company is." ”

"In short, if you are satisfied, that's it. The officer laughed.

Wren's tank continued to drive forward, and he saw his new troops, and even he couldn't help but be stunned, and in another open space, the new tank he was driving, the Tiger tank, was parked.

As if waiting for him, an officer walked up to the Wren tank, followed the slowly moving tanks side by side, and said loudly as he went: "Company Commander Wren, you are in charge of commanding the 10 Tiger tanks of the 1st Company. He also served as a platoon commander and a second platoon commander was Lieutenant Marcus...... We will be in the camp for a meeting in a moment, and we will gather in about 15 minutes, so don't miss it. ”

"I see, let's go and see, our new companion. Wren waved to the officer, signaling that he had heard, and stopped in front of his tank station.

Opposite him, there were 9 brand-new Tiger tanks, and a lieutenant with an Iron Cross looked very amiable and seemed to be very easy to get along with, and he casually walked over and greeted: "Yo, company commander! Good afternoon." ”

"Hello, Mr. Lieutenant. Wren returned the salute and said, "I'm Wren the company commander of the 1st Company, Wren Hard." Is this 1 company?"

"Of course, this is the star company of the 501st Separate Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion, welcome to the commander. The lieutenant smiled kindly and said, "I'm second only to you on the list of tank killers, Mitchell, Lieutenant Mitchell Wittman." ”

He pointed to a young boy not far away, who didn't look much older than Wren, and said, "That's the little guy in third place, only 16 years old this year, the youngest tank commander in the entire SS. He has always idolized you. Name...... Name...... What is it?"

"Otto!" the boy with the officer's hat looked up, revealing a little face that was thinner than Wren, pursed his lips, and introduced himself with a childish look on his face: "Otto, Karjuus is me!"

Marcus was following behind the Wren tank, but when he heard the names of these two men, he stumbled and stumbled - oh my god, this is a star.