My Third Empire

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If there is a difference between an army barracks and a school dormitory, one of them is that someone will disturb you to take a break regardless of the time. A little more than five o'clock in the morning, when everyone was still sleeping on the bed, a signal soldier shouted loudly in the corridor: "All the captains! Get together urgently! Meet at the camp! Immediately! Quick!"

The soldiers who heard the call clearly changed their posture to continue the meeting with Zhou Gong ’s daughter, and the captains of each car group yawned and climbed up from their beds, slamming them on the bedside. The black military uniform was put on his body.

They are the Waffen SS, the complement of the National Defense Forces, and the most loyal soldiers of the head of state. So they have different military uniforms, different badges, and different fanaticisms.

Ryan climbed up from the bed, and the Russian book that covered his face yesterday long ago fell on the side of the pillow. He quickly put on his clothes and buckled his hat very casually. After sorting out the clothes a little, I walked out the door of the dormitory sloppyly.

Just outside the door, he saw his classmate who lived next door, Captain Marcus No. 112. That is the young captain he said yesterday that was half a year younger than him.

"Hey! Good morning!" Marcus yawned and walked out of his bedroom to say hello to Rennes: "How are you getting along with your new partner?"

"I think they are a group of silly x, and they look at me the same way." Ryan buttoned up the buckle of the armband, shook some long pants, adjusted the folds on his clothes, and walked casually towards the end of the corridor Walked up the stairs.

"It's not your character." Marcus caught up with a smile and walked side by side with Rennes: "If it was you half a year ago, it is estimated that they must be beaten down."

"You stupid guy didn't hit anyone, why should I do it." Ryan glanced at Marcus, touched his pocket, and then stretched his hand towards him naturally: "What about chocolate candy? I forgot to bring it!" "

Due to the shortage of industrial raw materials, some non-essential foods in Germany have shrunk severely. For example, margarine began to replace real butter on a large scale. For example, chocolate has become more and more unpalatable because it contains a lot of other substances. —Finally, even the manufacturer felt uncomfortable, and added a sugar character behind the chocolate to hide his shame.

As an armored force, it has always been a secret weapon and trump card of the National Defense Force, so the supply is pretty good, but it has already eaten two days of potatoes and cabbage every week. Officers and soldiers of the 44th Infantry Division stationed not far away eat such bad food four days a week-I heard that many second-tier troops are even worse.

"Save some food! It's different in the army and the school. When you can get the next supply of this kind, God doesn't know." Throwing a piece of candy with rough packaging, Marcus said helplessly .

"I don't know when I can apply for a vacation." Ryan took the candy, stuffed it in his pocket, and walked towards a barracks not far away.

When the two men came to the camp, many of the captains had already sat in their seats. The two men chose an empty seat and sat down. Ren took out a head portrait of the head of the head from the pocket on the left side of his clothes. With a small leather book, his right hand pulled out a pen from the pocket with a medal on his chest, and bit off the cap with his mouth.

"Dear sergeants, sergeants! Good morning everyone!" Captain Carter nodded to everyone, and looked very politely introduced: "We are the 3rd Panzer Division of the SS, which was upgraded from infantry, and was personally named by the head of state. For the 'skeleton', I hope everyone will like it. "

He flipped the curtain hanging on the blackboard. It was a long black-and-white photo. It looked like a very beautiful tank: "Everyone, this is the latest Leopard tank of the National Defense Forces. It is equipped with a long body of 75 mm caliber. The artillery, the firepower is very powerful, our division is ordered to receive this weapon, and use this super weapon to participate in future combat missions. "

He pointed his finger at the photo and began to introduce the various parts of this tank in detail. The captains below were very quiet and were seriously recording important information.

"Captain Carter made it very clear! Is there any problem?" Major Hans, the commander of the 1st Armored Battalion, looked at his subordinate Carter and nodded in satisfaction.

"Sir! When can we take a look at our tank?" A corporal raised his hand and asked.

"Everyone can go to the garage to check their tanks in the afternoon! If there is any problem, you can go to the logistics support company of the regiment headquarters to find Captain Hubert. If it is a serious mechanical failure, then only the repair camp of the division can solve it. "Hans said:" But the daily maintenance depends on you. "

"Excuse me! Why don't we have a holiday? I want to apply for a holiday, go to the neighborhood to see." A captain asked the question he wanted to ask. After hearing it, Ren raised his head, but found that several people were concerned about the problem. Interested.

Battalion leader Hans raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry, the first-level preparation regulations were promulgated a few days ago, and all vacations have been cancelled."

As soon as his words fell, there was a sigh and howling voice: "Ah? Isn't it? First-level combat readiness?"

Hans smiled, turned over the photos and technical indicators on the blackboard, revealing the blackboard behind, and there were two lines written on the blackboard, "From today, every afternoon in addition to regular training, plus five kilometers of long-distance training ; Also notice that after the meeting of the captains, they will go to the logistics office to collect martial items such as tents and sleeping bags. "

"Rennes, you said we didn't really plan to fight Poland?" Marcus beside Rennes leaned on his elbows and asked quietly.

Ren shrugged his shoulders, helplessly spread his hands, and whispered in his slightly hoarse voice: "How do I know! I haven't dispensed rations, I have to wait some days! Anyway, it will make us familiar equipment."

"Ah! ... God bless, I still want to have a few days of comfort!" Marcus complained with a sigh.

"You save it!" Renn seemed very natural: "You don't want to think about it, we are all brought to the border, how could those bureaucrats be so troublesome for no reason?"

"Let's go! Let's see what kind of new tent was sent to us. If we go late, we may be left with holes." Marcus saw everyone around him start talking and got up, and then stood up.

"If I were you, I would choose a better tank first." Ren also patted his **** and stood up: "Remember that motto?"

"Live for the first time, enjoy ..." The two spoke out in agreement. Then they smiled at each other and walked out of the gate side by side.

Unsurprisingly, in the rows of garages behind the station, soldiers of several division repair battalions were spraying numbers for the tanks that had just arrived under the command of a sergeant major.

"Sir!" The two men stood up to salute.

"Oh! Good morning!" Sergeant Major politely returned the gift: "Aren't you supposed to come again later? Why? Didn't you go to pick up the tent?"

"We think this guy works better than a tent." Marcus pointed to the tank behind the Sergeant Major and said with a smile.

The sergeant nodded happily: "Yes! You are right! This thing really works more than a tent."

Like petting his pet, he petted the mudguard in front of the tank car, and then introduced: "This tank can be said to be an industrial masterpiece of this era, combining many design experiences that have never appeared before. It can be described as perfect. "

He knocked on the front armor plate of the tank and proudly said: "It has a whole body of inclined front armor plate, the thickness is astonishing 50 mm, and the wide body is held up by six pairs of large-diameter load wheels. In order to cope with the weight change caused by the larger car body. "

After that, he pointed to the track of the tank: "This new design, which is completely different from the previous types of tanks in Germany, uses a wide track, and the cross-track structure of the mother and daughter used by the large-diameter load wheel can adapt to more complex The muddy combat environment also has harsh road standards. "

He raised his head to look at the two young captains who listened carefully to him: "In order to adapt to the new suspension system and the large-diameter load wheels, as well as the inclined front armor plate, this tank used variable speed for the first time. The rear layout of the box makes the turret of the tank slightly forward, instead of being placed in the center of the tank body like the No. 3 tank. Of course we welded a basket directly behind the turret of the tank to hold some debris from the tank soldier This practical design also slightly corrects the aesthetic problem of the position of the German tank turret. And the high-power gasoline engine behind it is also more powerful than its predecessor. "

He pointed to the tank turret above his head and introduced it with a very proud tone: "The main thing is that this tank has a large and angular welded turret, enough to accommodate a 75mm long barrel gun- This is enough to destroy any tank vehicles already in service, and when necessary, it can be replaced with a more powerful tank gun at any time. This guarantees that you can easily destroy any opponent! How about? Excited? "

He regretted his hands and finally concluded: "However, it is a bit depressing that the battle weight of this tank has exceeded 30 tons, reaching an astonishing 33 tons. Its weight can be regarded as the tank of this era. The monster in the chariot is relatively large. In comparison, its predecessor No. 3 tank only weighs more than 21 tons. So when facing complex terrain, please be cautious. "

"Huh ..." Renn sighed: "To be honest, sir, this car is really perfect! But if I want to choose, I prefer to use a tank number three."

"Why? I think it's pretty good." Marcus said with a frown on the new tank. "This is probably the best tank in the world." And behind him, the sergeant chief stared with interest. Rain splashing cold water.

"It uses a lot of brand new technology, so it is a very unreliable big guy. Using this kind of stuff, my biggest worry is not how powerful the enemy is, but when my car breaks down."

"Child! The problem you think is the matter of our logistics support and maintenance forces! You only need to take care of it and use it to fight heroically!" The sergeant major said with a laugh: "I like the two of you, I put the most Two good cars are left for you. "