A gray-painted Soviet truck with a huge iron cross painted on it moved slowly as the road undulated, slow and cautious because of the muddy and rugged road, and the large amount of supplies it carried.

Germany lacked transports, so it was also good at using captured ones, and there were many cars from the enemy in the front-line troops, such as the trucks of the French, the British, and, of course, the Soviets in front of them.

In order not to be seen as an enemy by friendly soldiers, these equipment that do not go to the front line are often painted with eye-catching identification marks of friend or foe, such as the almost exaggerated Iron Cross, and the disgusting paint of dark gray earth, all so that their own people will not shudder to hit a 75mm anti-tank shell.

However, it is not necessary to avoid trouble by being cautious, and sometimes you have to run into problems that you don't want to bump into. After a violent sink, the truck finally got its wheels stuck in a deep pit where the snow and ice melted.

The German soldier, who was sitting in the passenger seat, holding a rifle, was awakened by this sudden violent shaking, and he looked sleepily at the driver next to him, and then at the bumpy road ahead, and finally realized that his car was in trouble.

"Woo, Woo!" the engine let out a heart-rending roar, but it still couldn't carry the heavy cargo in the carriage out of the muddy pit, and the deliberately made uneven and staggered lines on the wheels had been filled in by the silt, and after turning and rubbing, they became as smooth as polished, and they couldn't take any strength at all, let alone carry tons of materials to move forward from here.

"Damn! This kind of muddy place, they Soviets call it a highway! Don't they have a word like swamp in their dictionary?" Holding his gun, the soldier in the passenger seat frowned and complained, it was enough to be irritating enough that he couldn't smoke in the car, and now there was such a shit.

The driver turned off the car's engine, opened the door and jumped out of the car, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he felt the muddy road sink downward. Slippery mud splattered all over his leather boots, causing him to frown involuntarily. He walked to the back of the car with difficulty, and found that the power wheels of the truck were stuck in the mud, and it was impossible to get out.

"Hell, we can't get this car out on our own!" said the driver, spreading his hands. At this time, the soldier in the co-pilot also walked around him with a rifle on his back, and he felt like a piece of candy sticking to the soles of his boots, and each step required more strength.

It's really a bad road that makes people feel powerless to complain, and I believe that every soldier walking on this kind of road will silently greet many female relatives of the Soviet family who built the road in their hearts. After more cars, mules, horses, and even people in front of it, the road surface, which could already be described as muddy, can now be described as swamp.

Without the ultimate means of land transportation, railway transportation, the inefficiency of the German army's transportation roads to the front line is already a tacit fact for everyone, but only by personally walking such a muddy so-called road can we appreciate the hardships and difficulties of these transport troops.

Some of the mudier places ahead, which had been padded with a lot of mess by the passing troops, there were broken stones on the side of the road, some harvested bushes and branches, and there were rotten tents and even unwanted military uniforms, in short, the road looked like it was full of patches, and the German troops who were used to the highways in Germany were a little helpless.

"What's the solution? Is it up to the two of us to push more than two tons of cargo out of the pit?" the soldier with the rifle on his back looked around, then kicked half of the truck's exposed tires outside the mud puddle with his foot, and said, "Wait, it is estimated that friendly vehicles or infantry will come in a moment, let them help get this broken car out." ”

"That's all there is to it. The driver nodded, pulled his boots out of the mud, and tried to walk back into the car. But he suddenly saw four men and a woman on the other side, standing on the side of the road, looking at him expressionlessly.

The other was dressed in the black uniform of the German SS Panzer Corps, and one man was wearing an old tactical vest on his chest. A large boy with light freckles on his face looked like the head of the living SS, with the rank of captain at a young age, and a well-made Iron Cross around his neck.

SS was not uncommon, at least there were many SS units in Army Group A, such as the 1st SS Panzer Division, and the 13th SS Panzer Division. There was even a number one tank ace in Army Group A, Captain Mitchell Wittman. It's a pity that the captain in front of him is too young to be that legendary man at all.

However, in the SS, there were not many troops with female soldiers walking around, although the proportion of female soldiers in the German army was not low, but most of them were at the division level, like this with a sergeant rank, with a group of men fighting on the front line, in the air force, it is good to say, the army is really rare.

"Hello! We belong to Army Group G, and we have been ordered to study here...... Excuse me, how far is it from the 503rd Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion?" the young captain at the head did not mind that the other party would not salute when they met, and asked very kindly.

Only then did the truck driver notice that the officer, dressed in the uniform of the armored unit, was carrying an MP-44 assault rifle and a tactical vest with a lot of magazines. He looked like a grenadier, except that he didn't wear a steel helmet or a large-brimmed military hat on his head.

Maybe Wren noticed that the other party was looking at his head, so he had to smile and point to the top of his head: "Ah, I'm sorry, during the last battle, my military hat was knocked off, and I haven't had time to get a new one yet." ”

"Sir!" Finally, the truck driver remembered that he had not yet saluted, and waved one hand, as if remembering that the other party was an SS, and halfway changed to a German salute: "Führer...... Long live the Führer!" But when he heard that the other party's hat had been knocked off, he thought to himself, "This straw bale is still a captain?

After destroying their own car in the last battle, the Rennes crew was assigned to Army Group A to learn the driving and handling techniques of advanced tanks. After all, now the experience of large-scale use of King Tiger tanks on the front line is only available in Army Group A, so the Rennes crew was arranged to the field airfield and boarded a plane to the central cluster.

But unfortunately, the plane was not arranged for these five people, so the plane flew to a temporary field airfield on the outskirts of Orsha, and the rest of the journey was solved by a few people on two legs.

When he first arrived, he was still in the territory of people, and Wren took on the harmless mask he had when he first arrived in the 3rd SS Panzer Division. There is no madness on the battlefield, and there is no murderous ruthlessness, just smiling and asking for directions, and not even caring about the other party's rudeness.

It's really not to blame that the truck driver still hasn't recognized Rennes, the No. 2 ace of the German armored forces, because the resolution of the photo posters of this era is really low, and Rennes and they didn't drive the No. 113 Tiger tank that has been burned to scrap metal.

"The 503rd Tank Battalion is not far ahead, but can you help get our car out of here?" the driver gestured to the car behind him, deciding to make good use of the coolies that had been sent to his door. The other soldier with a gun on his back also looked at Ren and his party expectantly, and he almost had a provocative look with affection.

Alice was walking for a day, and her face was covered with the ice of not entering the living, and Bruce, who was tall and mighty, should have tied a chain around her neck to avoid a monster that hurt people...... So the two German transporters really didn't dare to whistle and tease the "flower girl". It's a pity that it is precisely because of this that Wren really can't find any reason to refuse.

"If you don't mind, I'll drive. Bowman stepped on the muddy road at this time, walked to the edge of the cab of the car, just swept the wheels of the car stuck in the mud with his eyes, and without waiting for the two transporters to answer, he turned back to Bruce in the distance and said: "Everyone help, push the left rear corner of the car together, and force forward." ”

"He's the driver?" looked at Bowman's muddy boots, and the transport driver was in disbelief.

Andre had already walked to the corner of the car with Bruce and found a comfortable position. Hearing the other party's question, he replied, "Yes, the best driver I've ever seen." ”

"The two of them aren't there to help? The four of us can't get a three-ton truck out of this mud puddle. "The transporters with guns on their backs are not short of carts and have a lot of experience. He felt that in this situation, it would take at least seven or eight people to get the car out of the mud pit. He pointed to Wren and Alice, who were not moving, and Andre who was answering questions.

"Buzz, buzz, ......!" the engine of the car turned again, let out a cheerful roar, the wheels of the car turned suddenly, with the power of Bruce and Andre, the body shook violently, and the truck rushed out of the quagmire, drove forward a few meters, and stopped energetically.

"If you don't mind......" Wren said with a smile, "Is it okay to get in the car together?"

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