"Which one?" asked the two young commanders in unison.

"Now, these are the two cars. The sergeant major took the two men to the new cars that were not painted and said, pointing to two old tanks with light gray paint.

He was very good at selling his daughter to an excellent young man, pointed to these two tanks that didn't look special, and introduced with a smile: "These two cars are tested prototypes, and the parts have been run in quite well! And the sights are made of the best parts, which are much more accurate than other mass-produced models." ”

"Sir, you're not trying to sell the two of us old cars that no one uses, have you?" said Marcus, raising an eyebrow and pointing to one of the old tanks.

"What do you mean? If you don't want it, you pick a new car, and I won't give it to you." The sergeant major pursed his lips disdainfully.

Wren touched the steel nail joints on the track with his hand and nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you, sir! This is a very good tank." Can you help me get this car painted on 113? I'm going to have it. ”

"See, do you know the goods!" the sergeant major pointed at Wren very proudly, and provoked Marcus, "You! still don't know as much about cars as your friend!"

"Then I want this!I want this!" Marcus pointed to the old tank that Wren had picked up and left, and exclaimed as if he was afraid of losing it, "I'm number 112!

"Got it! I can't forget it, can't I brush the numbers for you first?" The sergeant major looked at the two young officers, beckoned to a few soldiers with their sleeves who were spraying numbers not far away, and shouted with a kind smile, "Hey, you guys! ”

It wasn't until around 9 a.m. that Wren and Marcus rushed back from the garage to the logistics office where the tents were distributed. There weren't many people there anymore, but dozens of folded improvised tents were still stacked on the ground.

"Hey, Sergeant Mir, how did you arrange this?" Marcus complained, pointing to the hole in the tent, "We're the main army, so you're fooling us with this kind of?"

Wren didn't speak, but carefully arranged the folded tent, and re-smoothed some of the folds that had been stretched out, looking so careful, as if he was a little worried about tearing the tent apart. After he had tidied up, he looked up at the tents that were even more damaged.

"Sergeant Mir, how can there be so many holes and broken tents?" he asked, as he laid together a large bag of dark green canvas, and some iron buckles that had been removed from the ruined tent—all of which Mir had given him.

Compared to tents, the quality of sleeping bags and military raincoats is slightly better, and even the dark green tarpaulin that Mir gave to Wren to pack these broken tents looks better than the helpless broken tents.

Mir sighed, spread his hands and explained: "No way, the tightest thing on the top is weapons and equipment, and these clothes and miscellaneous products are handed over to some small manufacturers, so the quality is uneven...... The armored forces were in slightly better condition, so the infantry had to pick and choose these things first. ”

"Bastard!" Marcus scolded: "When is it, and you still drink the blood of soldiers to make a fortune! If there is a war, don't you still have to rely on us people to go up and send us to death? That's it, not even a tent is prepared for us!"

Wren smiled: "You! The great Führer and the generals must have wanted us to use the best, but it is normal that the lack of funds, or the inevitable corruption, will change its flavor when it comes to us. ”

"That's right! It's still our Captain Wren who thinks clearly!" Mir laughed and nodded approvingly: "You guys should be content! I have to return the rest of the tents and transport them to the second-line troops for distribution, and when they get them, it is estimated that they can only be used as raincoats." ”

"Mir, ask you something!" Wren leaned over and whispered, "Do you have any inside information?"

"I don't know anything!" Mir hurriedly waved his hand: "I am a quartermaster of a battalion headquarters, how can I know such a confidential text." ”

"Two packs of cigarettes. Wren smiled and said: "If you tell me what you know, the next time the supplies arrive, you can deduct two packs of my cigarettes!"

"Three packs! You won't smoke it anyway!" Mir also graduated from Rennes' school, but he studied motorized transportation, and his military rank was high and he was promoted quickly and safely, and he was a well-known and good major, but that major almost did not recruit the poor.

"Deal!" Wren nodded, "Tell me everything you know, so I can count the days." ”

"We just received a shipment of gasoline, enough for the entire battalion to run hundreds of kilometers. Mir whispered: "My buddy at the division headquarters told us that he had seen the air force reconnaissance report obtained by the division headquarters, a thick stack...... It seems to be coming soon. ”

"It's not just fast!" Wren glanced at Marcus beside him: "Frequent aerial reconnaissance shows that the high-level is analyzing the movement pattern of the Poles." The fact that the photographs arrived at the division headquarters proved that most of the strategic objectives had been assigned specific tasks. ”

"So?" Marcus also frowned sternly: "There are ten days at most, we will go to the front line, and the war will break out." ”

"No! it won't take ten days!" Wren waved his hand, threw a chocolate candy into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Mir, you better get ready to get busy! ”

"Okay!" Mir nodded, "Wait, I'll arrange for you two to help you send this pile of rubble back." ”

"Thanks!" Wren said with a smile.

......

"I said, you just found such a broken tent and came back?" Bruce looked at an egg-sized hole in the tent, his tone was full of ridicule and dissatisfaction, and then he turned around and shouted to Andre and Bowman and the others: "I'll just say it! Children just can't be trusted! The captain of the 105 car next door was tall and in his thirties, and he snatched a new tent. ”

"It's okay! I took a look at the tank, there was a lot of space in it, we could sleep two people in the car, so that the hole could not be occupied. Wren smiled naturally, and then folded the tent that Bruce had spread out, as if he hadn't heard Bruce's provocation at all.

"Assemble, assemble!" shouted again in the hallway, interrupting their conversation, and everyone hurried up to assemble on the school grounds.

The long-distance run announced in the morning came as scheduled, and everyone had to sing their military songs and run on the track with their legs open, lap after lap like a clockwork clock. Unexpectedly, Wren, who looked thin and short, ran very rhythmically, and his momentum seemed to be wooden, so that Andre, who was following him, did not know how far the captain's body could run.

After all, tank soldiers are tank soldiers, and many people are out of breath after the five-kilometer long-distance run, and some are not very good in physique, and their faces have turned pale -- for example, Clark, an electromechanical officer of the 113 car group, is a little fat, and his face is as white as paper without blood after five kilometers.

"Hey! I said...... Wren that guy...... Why don't you look tired?...... Huh?" Clark put his hands on his knees and asked Bowman, who was lying on the ground to adjust his breathing, but Bowman didn't answer him at all, just gasped for breath.

Andre wiped the sweat stains on his chin with the back of his hand, glanced at a few boys who were still running laps not far away, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's good to be young. Although he didn't feel so tired, he still found that his body was not as good as those who had just graduated.

"Damn it, isn't it?" Bruce snorted coldly, "When I'm the same age as him, it's no problem to run dozens of kilometers." ”

But although he was still scolding there, at least Clark, who was in the worst physical condition, already felt in his heart that his commander was very powerful, very powerful.

On the morning of the next day, everyone tested the car with a little fuel rationed, helped the soldiers of the logistics department distribute the ammunition, and then took stock of the various equipment distributed in the car according to the instructions: shovels and large screws and pliers installed behind the car body, as well as fire extinguishers and three submachine guns and nine matching magazines in the car.

Seeing his old "broken mouth", Bruce of course lost his temper again, but Bowman, who was addicted after giving a foot on the accelerator, gave a diametrically opposite opinion: this car is well maintained, and it is indeed much better than those new products that have just left the factory and still smell of paint.

Whether Bruce himself likes it or not, Wren has already given him the nickname, Bruce Broken Mouth, a poor man's name. The habit of giving people nicknames is not very good, but after all, this is one of Guan Rong's school traditions, and Wren is naturally not exempt from vulgarity.

In the afternoon, it was still a five-kilometer run that scared Clark, and this time Wren and Marcus and others still ran two kilometers more, and Bruce was not convinced to finish this length together, but he looked almost like Clark who had finished resting.

On the morning of the third day, it was a live-fire training, and each crew fired five shells, as the only crew that did not hit the target with a single shell, the No. 113 tank was named and criticized, I don't know why, but Wren did not complain about the gun Andrey.

Of course, the afternoon is still a long run......

By the fourth day, when the peaceful days were over, the troops began to distribute canned goods and unpalatable compressed biscuits to the soldiers. And Wren also had a few car commanders who were connected with Sergeant Guòmir, and also got some extra canned beef "private goods".

That night, they were ordered to leave their positions in tanks and drive along the road to the German border, not far away.