One Hundred and Sixty-Nine Recruits on the Road

"Which one?" The two young drivers asked in unison. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

"Hey! These are the two." The sergeant major brought the two of them to the new vehicles without serial numbers, and pointed to two old tanks with light gray paint.

He had the posture of selling his daughter to an outstanding young man, pointing to the two tanks, which looked nothing special, and introduced them with a smile: "These two tanks are prototypes that have been tested, and the parts have been run in quite well! And the sights use the best parts, which are much more accurate than other mass-produced models."

"Sir, don't you want to sell us two refurbished old cars that no one uses?" Marcus raised his eyebrows and pointed to one of the old tanks.

"What do you mean? If you don't want it, you can just pick a new car, and I won't give you this one." The sergeant major curled his lips and said disdainfully.

Ren touched the steel nail joints on the track with his hands, and nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you! Sir! This is really a very good tank. Can you spray this car for me?" Go to 113? I want it."

"Did you see it? There are people who know the goods!" The sergeant major pointed to Renn proudly, and provocatively said to Marcus: "You! You still don't know cars as well as your friend!"

"Then I want this one! I want this one!" Marcus pointed to the old tank selected by Rennes, and shouted as if he was afraid of losing it: "I am No. 112! Don't forget!"

"Understood! I can't forget! Can't I give you your numbers first?" The sergeant major looked at the two young officers and waved to a few soldiers with their sleeves rolled up who were spraying numbers not far away, very kindly He smiled and shouted: "Hey! You guys! Come and help them get their numbers! These are the two cars."

It wasn't until after 9 o'clock in the morning that Ren and Marcus rushed from the garage to the logistics office where the tents were distributed. There were not many people there anymore, but there were still dozens of folded simple tents piled up on the ground.

"Hey! Sergeant Mill! How did you arrange this?" Marcus complained, pointing to the hole in the tent: "We are the main force, so you use this crap to fool us?"

Ren didn't speak, but carefully arranged the folded tent and smoothed out some folds that had been stretched out. He looked so cautious, as if he was a little worried about tearing the tent. After he finished tidying up, he raised his head to look at the more seriously damaged tents.

"Sergeant Mill! How come there are so many holes and damaged tents?" He asked as he put together a large bag of things. There was a large piece of dark green canvas, and some tents from the damaged tents. The iron buttons that were removed—these things were all given to him by Mir.

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

Mir sighed, spread his hands and explained: "There is no way, the most important thing to grasp is weapons and equipment. These quilts are handed over to some small manufacturers, so the quality is uneven... The conditions of the armored units are slightly higher. It is better, so these things let the infantry choose first."

"Bastard!" Marcus scolded: "What time is it, and you're still drinking the blood of soldiers to make a fortune! If there is a war, don't you still have to rely on us to go up and die? That's it, not even a tent is prepared for us." it is good!"

Renn smiled: "You! It's impossible to be so righteously indignant. The great head of state and those generals must hope that we can all use the best, but the lack of funds, or the inevitable corruption, will change when we come here Taste, it's normal."

"That's right! It's our Captain Rennes who understands it!" Mir laughed loudly, and nodded in agreement: "Just be content with it! I will return the remaining tents and transport them to the second-line troops To distribute it, and when they get it in their hands, it is estimated that it can only be used as a raincoat.”

"Mir! I want to ask you something!" Ren leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any inside news? When are we going to move?"

"I don't know anything!" Mill quickly waved his hand: "I am a quartermaster of the battalion headquarters, how could I know such a confidential document."

"Two packs of cigarettes." Ren said with a smile: "If you tell me what you know, the next time the supplies are distributed, you can deduct two packs of my cigarettes!"

"Three packs! You don't smoke anyway!" Mill also graduated from the school in Rennes, but he majored in motorized transportation. He has a high military rank and is relatively safe for promotion. He is known as a good major, but that major is almost Poor people are not recruited.

"Deal!" Ren nodded: "Tell me everything you know, so that I can count the days."

"We just received a batch of gasoline, enough for the entire battalion to run several hundred kilometers." Mill 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 looks like it's coming soon."

"It's not just coming soon!" Ryan glanced at Marcus next to him: "Frequent aerial reconnaissance shows that the higher-ups are analyzing the movement rules of the Poles. When the photos arrive at the division headquarters, it proves that most of the strategic objectives have been assigned to specific targets." Task."

"So?" Marcus also frowned and became serious: "There are still ten days at most, and we are going to the front line, and the war is about to break out."

"No! It won't take ten days!" Ren waved his hand, threw a chocolate candy into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Mir, you should get ready to get busy! Oil distribution troops, that is In less than three days, it will be launched."

"Okay!" Mir nodded: "Wait a minute, I'll arrange two people for you to help you send this pile of junk back."

"Thanks!" Ren said with a smile.

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"I said, you just found such a broken tent and came back?" Bruce looked at a hole the size of an egg in the tent, with ridicule and dissatisfaction in his tone, then he turned his head, facing Andre, Bowman and others He shouted loudly: "Let me just say it! Children are unreliable! The driver of the 105 car next door is a tall man in his thirties, and he snatched back a new tent."

"It's okay! I took a look at the tank, there is a lot of space inside, we can sleep two people in the car, so that the leaky place can't live with people." Ren smiled naturally, and then pushed Bruce away Folding the tent carefully, he didn't seem to hear Bruce's provocation at all.

"Assemble! All assemble!" A signal soldier shouted again in the corridor, interrupting their conversation, and everyone quickly got up and assembled 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 runway with both legs, lap after lap like a clock that was wound up. Unexpectedly, Ren, who looked thin and short, started running very rhythmically. His seemingly dull energy made Andre who followed him wonder whether the driver's physical strength could run. How far.

Tank soldiers are tank soldiers after all. After the five-kilometer long-distance run, many people were out of breath, and some of them were not in good health, and their faces were already pale. After five kilometers, his face was as white as paper and bloodless.

"Hey! I said... That guy Ren...why doesn't he look tired?...Huh?" Clark propped his hands on his knees, out of breath, and asked Bowman, who was lying on the ground to adjust his breathing, And Bowman didn't answer him at all, just panting heavily.

Andre wiped off 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 sighing in his heart: It's good to be young. Although he didn't feel very tired, he still found that his physical strength was not as good as those of the students who had just graduated.

"Mom's physical strength is so good?" Bruce snorted coldly while supporting his waist: "When I was the same age as him, I could run dozens of kilometers without any problem."

But even though he was still yelling and cursing there, at least Clark, who was the weakest in physical fitness, already felt in his heart that his driver was very powerful, very powerful.

On the morning of the second day, everyone tried the car with a little fuel ration, and helped the soldiers in the logistics department distribute the ammunition, and then followed the instructions to take stock of the various equipment distributed in the car: installed in the The shovel and large screw pliers behind the car body, as well as the fire extinguisher in the car, three submachine guns and nine matching clips.

Seeing his old car body, the "broken mouth" Bruce lost his temper again, but Bowman, who was hooked after giving the accelerator a kick, gave the opposite opinion: This car is well maintained. It is indeed much better than those new products that have just left the factory and still smell of paint.

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

In the afternoon, it was still the five-kilometer long-distance run that made Clark fearful. This time, Ren, Marcus and the others still ran two kilometers longer. Bruce was unconvinced and followed him to finish this length, but his appearance was similar to that of Clark who had rested. Embarrassed.

On the morning of the third day, it was live-fire shooting training. Each crew fired five rounds. As the only crew that failed to hit the target with one round, Tank 113 was named and criticized. Knowing why, Ren didn't complain about Andre, the gunner.

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

The peaceful days ended on the fourth day, and the army began to distribute canned food and unpalatable compressed biscuits to the soldiers. Rennes also had a few car captains, through the relationship of Sergeant Mill, and even got some extra canned beef "private goods".

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

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