Two Hundred and Seventy-Two New Equipment

"Are you clear?" Ren leaned against the side of the tank and asked the smug Marcus. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

"That's how you talked to your savior? If they hadn't let them rush up and drive away the Belgian soldiers on the last Bofors anti-aircraft gun, you would be dead now." Marcus shook his head. Said.

"Do you want me to tuck you under the track to express my gratitude?" Ren looked at Marcus expressionlessly, not satisfied with his statement that he saved himself.

"Okay, okay! The company commander and battalion commander have interrogated the prisoners just now. They planted explosives on the bridge, but they didn't receive the order to blow up the bridge." Marcus is the kind of person who likes to inquire about trails. The type of news, so Ren didn't bother to ask the result by himself, but waited for Marcus to come to him to show off his well-informed.

Six German infantry soldiers chanted slogans and sang military songs and walked across the bridge in disorder. From time to time, there was a truck towing a cannon. Followed by soldiers on horses, and three or four horses pulling a carriage and dragging a field cannon behind them, the formation became untidy. They were units of the 7th Cavalry Division, which had just passed by the 1st SS Panzer Division.

"The head of state seems to be fine. Didn't you also hear yesterday's speech?" Marcus handed the cut corner chocolate candy he distributed to Ren, and Ren threw a pack of cigarettes to Marcus.

Marcus took the cigarette and added: "However, they attacked the Führer in a way that was not at all aboveboard, which really fits the character of these bastards."

"You are really fooled." Ren smiled softly, took out a piece of chocolate candy and threw it into his mouth, chewing, and said: "Who is around the head of state, others don't know, don't you know?" ? Not to mention hurting the Führer’s nose, it’s impossible for anyone to approach the Führer’s capital.”

"It's true if you say so." Marcus nodded: "So you've been beating so fiercely in silence recently, isn't it because of the head of state's injury?"

"I found a new game, a very interesting new game." Ren took out a piece of paper with some tattered edges, threw it to Marcus and said, "It gave me another reason to live, which is not bad. let's start."

"What the hell?" Marcus opened the paper and saw that it was a statistical report. On the first place was a name named Mitchell Wittmann, and on the second place was Ryan Harder. Three was a man named Hans, while the seventh was his own name Marcus.

This is a statistical table of tank aces. I heard that two days ago, the 2nd Armored Division of the commander named Mitchell Wittmann collided with a French light tank division, and a fierce exchange of fire took place between the two sides.

This lucky Mitchell Wittmann destroyed 9 Renault light tanks in one go,

Considering that he served in Poland before being transferred to the 2nd Armored Division, and had a good record, the total has surpassed Rennes and became the number one tank ace of the German army.

"It's really an interesting game!" Marcus threw the list to Ren: "Count me in! Let you see how powerful I am, Marcus! Humph."

"What do you want to compare?" Ren asked Marcus with a puzzled expression.

"Of course who destroyed the opponent's tanks the most! Wait a minute, isn't this what you want to compare?" Marcus was taken aback, then asked.

"I want to see, after being on this list for a year, how many are still alive and continue to compete with me." Ren raised his eyebrows and said.

"Ren! You pervert!" Marcus cursed with a smile, then turned and walked away: "I'll watch my men refuel the tank, see you later."

"Ren!" On top of the tank, Andre exposed half of his body and shouted: "Orders from the battalion! We will cross the bridge with the 7th Cavalry Division. Now we should start the fire and have a hot meal. Then we should set off." gone."

"Open a can of beef." Ren pointed to the storage box behind the tank turret and said, "Improve the food. I went to the battalion headquarters. The front armor plate of the tank has peeled off. Our tank needs to be repaired."

"No problem! But you must come back quickly! Otherwise, I guess you can only drink a little soup." Andre shouted with a smile.

"Then leave me some soup!" Ren shouted back laughing.

The tent of the battalion headquarters is in the woods not far from the bridgehead. There is a huge trailer parked here, and there are several mechanics who are repairing an engine.

"Hey, Mr. William, good afternoon." Ren greeted a worker in the maintenance team: "The steel plate welded on the front armor plate of my tank cracked during the battle in the morning. Can you take a look at it for me?"

The old man with glasses raised his head, patted his big oily hand and said: "Half the tanks of the armored division are waiting for this kind of steel plate. To be honest, this thing is very fragile and it's just a stopgap measure. caliber anti-tank guns would peel off like a woman's stockings."

The old man stood up, signaled his apprentices to continue working, then walked up to Rennes, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth: "But our boy Renn wants this stuff, I don't care what the old man says. I can get you a piece, can't I? But you little devil, do you call my husband so easy? What did I say to you last time?"

While nagging, he nodded Ren with his rough fingers, and then walked towards the truck beside him.

"Thank you, old man." Ren quickly changed his words and followed the old mechanic William while smiling. Then he handed the old mechanic William a pack of French cigarettes - this was dug out from a Belgian lieutenant in the morning, and it was considered to have intercepted part of the spoils. It stands to reason that cigarettes are not allowed to be confiscated, but Ren was holding a gun at the time, and the Belgian lieutenant just swallowed his saliva and did not protest, so the matter was left alone.

"You! Little devil." William walked to the side of the car, looked up and shouted to a second lieutenant standing on the cargo box behind, "Help me find a tank front armor plate for Ren and his team."

While shouting, he threw a pack of German cigarettes into the car: "He will give you another pack when we get to the place."

The second lieutenant didn't talk nonsense, and nodded: "You bring a few people with me, and I will drive the steel plate over there."

"No problem." William nodded.

Soon, the replacement parts of the front armor plates, which were difficult to find in the entire division, were easily obtained by Ren. Oh no, he shared two packs of cigarettes.

Soon, Old William, his mechanics and Renn hitched a ride to the side of the No. 113 tank.

"The original solder joints are still there, so it's much easier to repair." William looked at Ren's tank and said, "I'll go up and adjust the scope for you. There must be an error due to the vibration. Please help below. "

There was no lifting equipment at all, and a few people hurriedly pushed the solid steel plate where it should be installed. Then it is simple fixing, welding, screwing and so on.

"I also have a new device here. It is a new gadget that the above gave us to randomly install on the tank. I just gave you a set. I just happen to be free today, so I will install it for you. If you are hit or If anything else happens, remember to report it to the battalion headquarters." The second lieutenant pointed to the canvas-covered area on the truck and said with a smile.

Two soldiers climbed into the truck, lifted the canvas, and saw sheets of thin iron sheeting. The second lieutenant kicked it lightly and introduced it: "This thing is called a board skirt. It is a thing to protect the wheels and tracks of the tank, and it can also strengthen part of the side protection."

"Bowman, this thing may change the weight of the tank. I guess you'll have to test it later to see if there's any difference." Ren looked at the new-style thing called a board skirt, and said to Bowman beside him.

Bowman nodded, and seemed to agree with Ryan's idea: "I guess the speed should not change much, and the steering is okay, maybe the joystick is heavier. The most terrible thing is the width of the car body. If you don't Be careful these things will be knocked off."

"Grandpa, is there any paint? This thing is not painted, it is too conspicuous in this weather." Ren shouted at his tank.

"No! The paint has long been used up, and the next batch is said to arrive tomorrow... Anyway, you are not participating in the attack today." After a while, Mr. William in the tank shouted in a muffled voice.

"Before we arrived at Sedan, we followed the 1st Armored Division of the SS all the way?" Marcus wanted to come over to see the excitement, but when he heard William's answer, he immediately asked loudly: "Look Look at our tank, what's on it? There's a g! This is the First Armored Army! We are the most powerful unit."

"Son! If there is no war, I would rather follow their buttocks to eat ashes! But do you think this is realistic?" Old William got out of Rennes' tank, pointed at Marcus with a wrench and said: "And our The Panzer Army is called the 1st Panzer Corps because of the 1st Panzer Division, not because of our SS, see?"

"Then what is our mission after dinner?" Marcus asked.

"As for the mission, go to the battalion headquarters, or ask your company commander! I'm just a repairman! Boy." Old William jumped out of the tank and said, "I heard that we will reach the next river tonight."

"I heard that the Netherlands has surrendered? The Queen of the Netherlands will move to Frankfurt in the future?" Ren asked with a smile what he was interested in.

"I heard that's the case. General Keitel of Group B Army used a very interesting sentence when evaluating the Dutch." Old William lit a cigarette and said: "He said that the Dutch are more than a hundred years old than anyone else." A nation that has never fought a war will fight."

"Ha!" Marcus sneered: "You can really put gold on your face."

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After being silent for a few days, I suddenly yelled, and found that the troops of the head of state are still very powerful. Everyone gave me countless rewards and monthly tickets in one breath.. Since it is so easy to use.. . Long Ling had the cheek to continue shouting: Ask for a monthly ticket! Ask for a reward! Ask for a recommendation ticket!!

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