The paths at night are filled with the chirping of insects, but the tranquility of nature can be broken by the noise of humans, especially in times of war, and the tranquility can be lost for various reasons.

This is a tank factory in Kyiv, which does not help Germany produce advanced tank vehicles, but it can provide a very good place to modify tanks and repair tanks. As a result, some of the tasks of the German large-scale thickening of the front armor plate of the tank were deployed here.

The tanks moved down the path, one after the other, and because it was driving at night and the lights were controlled, the transfer was unusually slow. The driver can only move forward with light from the faint headlight housing. As the terrain shook, all the tank crews were drowsy with shaking, but after a command, all the tanks slowly stopped.

"Hey, Wren, why did you stop?" Marcus's voice came through the headphones, and their tank unit was ordered to move to Kyiv to install the new thickened front armor plate, which was also a disguised vacation, so everyone cheered at the news. However, what no one expected was that the journey from the front line to Kyiv would be ordered to conduct night driving training, which made the tank soldiers before the vacation a little depressed.

"Is your mechanic motion sickness?" Marcus teased Alice with a wicked smile as he held the walkie-talkie.

"Shut up, Marcus, if you don't want me to kick your ass first thing when I get out of the car!" Her voice was beautiful, and it was clearly popular among the front-line combat units full of perverts, and immediately there was a cheer and whistle in the headphones.

"Marcus, if you think the battalion commander's order is to fart, I allow you to move on. Wren pressed the throat intercom and said: "The others get out of the car, prepare something to eat, everyone eat something good, and tomorrow morning we will enter the vehicle repair plant on the outskirts of Kyiv." Then we had a holiday, about 7 days or so. ”

"Long live the Führer!" the commander of the No. 114 tank smiled, and then with both hands, his legs came out of the tank, so a grand supper began, and the treatment of the tank soldiers was relatively good, because the recent harvest was still abundant, and they were even able to eat air-dried sausages and various fresh vegetables sometimes.

But today they obviously don't have this kind of treatment, after all, the light control drill is not allowed to light a bonfire to heat food. They unscrew the cans with the props used to open the cans, then bite the bread and pour the contents of the cans into the lunch boxes. This is a moment of happiness for them, and it is also a moment of warmth and tranquility on the battlefield.

"Wren, I heard from the 504th Battalion that they took out several new Soviet tanks in an ambush that looked sturdy and, like ours, used a sloping armor design. The tanks destroyed a No. 3 assault gun and a Leopard tank. During the meal, Marcus's broken mouth was obviously untenable, and he kept talking about the news he had just heard.

The uncle of car No. 115 obviously preferred to tease Marcus: "Forget it, Marcus, if you use the mental head of those little girls in the logistics department of the division headquarters to please the monkey in the reconnaissance company, we won't have a single shot for three weeks." ”

"How can you blame me for this kind of thing? If it weren't for the fact that the company mate of the reconnaissance company saw Alice do something and was almost kicked and disabled by our Miss Alice, would we not have gotten the information?" Marcus pursed his lips, obviously very upset that Alice had not betrayed her hue and added to their records.

"Shut up!" Wren whispered as he ate with his rifle in his arms, and then went back to eating his stuff. The habit he developed in school was to eat without saying a word, and eat quickly, trying to minimize the time spent eating, so that he could spend more time killing people.

Marcus immediately shut his mouth in amusement, because he knew that Wren happened to go to the battalion headquarters for a meeting that day, and was not in the company. If Wren had been present that day, it is estimated that the poor deputy commander of the new reconnaissance company would have been cut off his hands and feet, and of course, it is more likely that he would have broken his neck and become a figure on the German casualty record.

The atmosphere of the German Panzer Forces on the Eastern Front has been very heavy lately, as the Soviets have launched a tentative attack on the Germans with a new type of tank, intent on breaking the deadlock at the negotiating table and gaining more bargaining chips - which is also part of Zhukov's plan to deplete the German army in the small campaign.

The appearance of the T-34 made some anti-tank weapons in the hands of the German infantry slightly obsolete, such as the No. 3 assault gun, which could almost be used as a tank, with a short-barreled 75 mm caliber unmodified version, which is now a little stretched in the face of the T-34 tank. The other day, the 504 Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion encountered this Soviet tank, which resembled the German Leopard tank, in a local counterattack.

The 76 mm cannon was a deterrent and could penetrate the front armor of some German tanks, such as the No. 3 assault gun, which was heavily equipped on the front line, and the early version of the Leopard tank. Moreover, this tank uses large inclined armor, which further improves the ballistic performance, which shortens the suppression distance of German firepower and makes Soviet tanks better aiming and counterattacking.

Of course, what the grassroots soldiers didn't know was that the Soviet Union had developed a more powerful tank, which had already posed a rather serious threat to the Tiger and Leopard tanks, so the Supreme Command decided to first equip the front-line tank units with thicker armor to temporarily deal with the threat of the T-34 tank and the possible IS tank.

And another incident also speaks volumes about Accardo's ignorance of weapons systems. At the meeting, he ordered the tank units to be replaced with L71 tank guns, that is, long-barreled tank guns of 71 times the caliber. However, immediately after the meeting, Krupp took the technicians to teach the Führer a lesson, so that Accardo knew that the original outfit change was also a big project.

Germany now has about 1,100 Tiger tanks, more than 7,900 Leopard tanks, 400 remaining No. 3 tanks, and about 500 tanks of other models. This makes the number of tanks currently equipped in the German army to nearly 10,000, and in addition to 1,000 obsolete tanks that are completely unmodified, the remaining 9,000 need to be replaced with tank guns.

Then there was the endless wait, and it was expected that the entire refitting program would be completed by June 1939, at enough cost to equip 900 future King Tigers, the new L71 gun would have half the barrel life of the L56 guns currently equipped with the Tiger tanks, and the ammunition would not be universal.

As a result, the production of new artillery and the preparation of the production line of ammunition would almost double the cost of ammunition for the German army, so Accardo immediately rejected his idea and decided to use a combination of L56 guns and new shells to deal with the new tanks of the opposing side.

After all, until now, the German tank has not appeared in a situation where it cannot penetrate the opponent's armor at a distance of 1000 meters (solid iron like the KV-2 does not count), so the soldiers, generals and even designers are very confident in the L56 gun, of course, because of the results, they do not have the fanatical pursuit of the L71 gun as in their previous life.

In the middle of the night, Wren's troops began to advance in the direction of Kyiv again, and when it was close to dawn, the entire light control was lifted, and all the tanks increased their speed, which made them soon see the huge city in the distance.

When the sky was just showing the whiteness of the fish's belly, Rennes and they were ordered to stop their advance, because they had already come to the vicinity of the battalion headquarters, and the entire armored battalion was parked on the road, waiting for a new order to enter the Kiev vehicle factory.

The engines roared in the sky, and two Luftwaffe TA-152 fighters flew over the heads of the armored forces one after the other, the bellies of both planes were painted gray-white in the sky, and only the two black iron crosses on the wings shone brightly against the morning sun.

"Hey, long-nosed FW-190!" Markus shouted as he pointed to the sky, which was increasingly appearing on the battlefields of the Eastern Front, allowing German pilots to maintain their technological superiority in the skies here. Unlike tanks, it is easier for aircraft to maintain a technological advantage for various reasons, as can be seen from the performance level of the aircraft on both sides.

However, the pilot of the TA-152 fighter clearly did not see the cheering armored soldiers below, and he was concentrating on piloting his plane, as if he was controlling his own body. Flying is a sacred thing for him, and only his allies can leave safely in his skies.

On the left side of his cockpit, dense black iron crosses lined up in several rows one after another, which was his proud achievement.

"Hartman, you already have a record of 97 fighters, and today I and the people of the squadron will escort you to 100 fighters, be careful not to have accidents. "The squadron leader who followed Hartman served as Hartman's wingman all the time.

"Squadron Leader, I'm not in a hurry to get so many records, on the contrary, I just like to fly and fly freely in the sky. Those enemy planes that want to stop me from flying, I shoot them down one by one, that's all. Hartman said embarrassedly.

The two planes flew one after the other in the direction of the rising sun, where radar showed that 40 enemy planes were rapidly approaching. A new past is about to begin, a new carnage is about to begin, a new battle is about to begin, and a new legend is waiting to be written.

As the two planes continued to rise, above the clouds, one with a German fighter rushed out and joined them. In the end, there were 30 of them. They came in droves, as normal as ever—

Asking for a monthly pass at the end of the month is the same as asking for artillery support on the battlefield~ Mmmm! Let's call the monthly pass bullets, Long Ling can stand it!