My Third Empire

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"Are you clear?" Renn leaned on the side of the tank and asked Marcus with a smug look.

"That's how you talked to your life-saving benefactor? If you hadn't just let them rush up and rush off the Belgian soldiers on the last Bofors anti-aircraft gun, you are now dead." Marcus said shaking his head.

"Shall I thank you for putting you under the track?" Ren looked at Marcus expressionlessly, dissatisfied with his claim that he saved himself.

"Okay, okay! The company commander and battalion commander have just interrogated the prisoners. They buried explosives on the bridge, but they did not receive an order to blow the bridge." , So Ryan was too lazy to ask the results himself, but waited for Marcus to come and show off his well-informed.

Six German soldiers side by side shouted slogans and sang military songs as they walked across the bridge in chaos, and from time to time a truck dragged the artillery. Followed by soldiers on horses and three or four horses dragging a field wagon behind a carriage, the formation became untidy. They are the troops of the 7th Cavalry Division, followed by the SS Panzer Division of the SS just past.

"The head of state looks really okay. Didn't you hear the speech yesterday?" Marcus handed over the cut-off chocolate candy he distributed to Rennes, and Renn gave Marcus a pack of cigarettes.

Marcus took the cigarette and added another sentence: "However, they attacked the head of state and took a path that was not at all fair, which really fits the character of this group of bastards."

"You're really being fooled." Ryan smiled softly, took out a piece of chocolate candy and threw it into his mouth, chewing, and said: "Who are the heads around, others don't know, don't you know? ? Don't say that the head of state has hurt his nose, it is impossible to get close to the capital of the yuan. "

"You say the same thing." Marcus nodded. "So you recently played so fiercely, not because the head of state was injured?"

"I found a new game, a very interesting new game." Renn took out a piece of paper with some edges and threw it to Marcus. "Let me find another reason to live, which is a good one. let's start."

"What stuff?" Marcus opened the paper and saw that there was a statistical report. The first place was a name called Mitchell Weitman, and the second place was Renn Harder. The third is a man named Hans, and the seventh is his own Marcus's name.

This is a statistical form of tank ace. I heard that the second armored division where the captain named Mitchell Weitman had collided with a French light tank division two days ago, and there was a violent exchange of fire between the two sides.

This lucky Mitchell Weitman destroyed 9 Renault light tanks in one breath. Counting that he had served in Poland before being transferred to the 2nd Armored Division, he had an impressive record, so the total number has exceeded Ray Eun became the number one German tank ace.

"It's really an interesting game!" Marcus threw the list to Rennes: "Count me one! Let you see how powerful Marcus is! Hum."

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

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

"I want to see, after a year on this list, there are a few who can continue to play against me alive." Ren raised his eyebrows.

"Ryan! You perverted!" Marcus sneered, then turned and walked away: "I went to watch my people cheer for the tank, see you later."

"Rain!" Andre shouted half of his body above the tank, shouting: "Command in the battalion! We followed the 7th Cavalry Division across the bridge. Now we are cooking with fire, eating hot meals, and we should start."

"Open a can of beef." Ren pointed to the storage box behind the tank turret. "Improve the next meal. I went to the battalion. The tank's front armor plate peeled off. Our tank had to be repaired."

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

"Then leave some soup for me!" Ren yelled back with a laugh.

The tent of the camp was in the woods not far from the bridgehead, where a huge trailer was parked, and several mechanics who were repairing an engine.

"Hey, Mr. William, good noon." Renn greeted a worker from the maintenance unit: "When my tank battled in the morning, the welded steel plate on the front armor plate cracked. Can you help me take a look?"

The old man with glasses raised his head and patted the greasy big hand and said: "Half of the armored division's tanks are waiting for this kind of steel plate. This thing is very fragile. It is just an expedient measure. Caliber anti-tank guns will flake off and tear like women's stockings. "

The old man stood up, motioned for several of his apprentices to continue to work, and then walked to Rennes, showing a big yellow tooth: "But our Rennes kid wants this stuff, my old man can give you anything I got one, didn't I? But I said you little devil, did you make my husband so smooth? What did I tell you last time? "

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

"Thank you, old man." Ryan quickly changed his mind and smiled as he followed the old mechanic William. Then he handed the old mechanic William a pack of French cigarettes-this was turned over from a Belgian lieutenant in the morning, and it was considered to have intercepted some of the loot. It is reasonable to say that cigarettes are not allowed to be confiscated, but Rennes was holding a gun, and the Belgian lieutenant swallowed and did n’t protest, and things just did n’t happen.

"You! Imp, head." William walked to the side of the car and raised his head to shout to an ensign standing on the back of the cargo box: "Help me find a tank front armor plate and give them to Ryan's crew."

While shouting, he dropped a pack of German cigarettes into the car: "Here, he will give you another box."

The second lieutenant was no nonsense and nodded: "You brought a few people with me, and I drove the steel plate over."

"No problem." William nodded and said.

Soon, it was difficult for the entire division to find replacement parts of the front armor plate, and Renn got it in his hands without any effort. Oh no, he shared two packs of cigarettes.

Soon, old William and his mechanic and Rennes rode down to the tank 113.

"Some of the original solder joints are still there, and it's much easier to repair." William looked at Rennes' tank: "I'll go up and adjust the sights for you. It is estimated that there must be an error due to vibration. You can help below. "

There was no lifting equipment at all, and several people scrambled to push the solid steel plate where it should be installed. Then there are simple fixation, welding, screwing, etc.

"I also have a new device here, which is a new gadget that was given to us randomly installed on the tank. It just gave you a set. Today it is also just free. Let me install it together. If you are hit or If something else happens, remember to report it to the camp. "The second lieutenant pointed to the place covered with canvas on the truck and grinned.

The two soldiers climbed onto the truck, opened the canvas, and saw thin sheets of sheet metal. The second lieutenant kicked lightly and introduced: "This thing is called a skirt. It is a thing to protect the wheels and tracks of the tank. It can also strengthen part of the side protection."

"Bauman, this gadget may change the weight of the tank. It is estimated that you will test it later to see what is different." Renn looked at the new gadget called board skirt and said to Bowman around him.

Bowman nodded and seemed to agree with Rennes ’thought:“ I guess there should be no change in speed, steering is okay, maybe the joystick is a little heavier. The most terrible thing is the width of the car body, if you are not careful about these things Will be knocked out. "

"Master, is there any paint? This thing is unpainted, so conspicuous in this weather." Renn yelled at his tank.

"No! The paint has run out long ago, and the next batch says it will arrive tomorrow ... anyway, you will not participate in the attack today." Soon, Mr. William in the tank shouted muffledly.

"Before Sedan, did we follow the SS First Armored Division all the way?" Marcus originally wanted to come over to see the excitement, but he heard William's answer, and immediately asked aloud: "Look at us What is on the tank? There is a g! This is the first armored army! We are the most powerful troops. "

"Boy! If I could not fight, I would rather keep ashing behind their buttocks! But do you think this is realistic?" Old William got out of Rennes' tank and pointed at Marcus with a wrench. "And ours The armored army was called the first armored army because of the 1st armored division, but not because of our SS, got it? "

"What was our task after having dinner?" Marcus asked.

"Questions about the mission, go to the battalion or ask your company commander! I am a repairman! Kid." Old William jumped out of the tank and said, "I heard that we will arrive at the next river tonight."

"I heard that the Dutch surrendered? The Queen of the Netherlands will move to Frankfurt to live in the future?" Rennes smiled and asked if he was interested.

"I heard that this was the case. General Kettle of Group B used an interesting sentence when evaluating the Dutch." Old William lighted a cigarette and said, "He said that the Dutch are more than a hundred years older than any one. People who have not fought will fight. "

"Hah!" Marcus sneered. "I can really put gold on my face."

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After being silent for a few days, I suddenly shouted, and found that the head of state ’s army was still very powerful. Everyone gave me countless rewards and monthly tickets in one breath. Since it is so easy to use. . Long Ling continued to shout with cheeks: Seeking monthly tickets! Seeking rewards! Seeking recommended tickets !!