Two Hundred and Twenty-Two Acquaintances

Of course, after the medals were awarded, there was a special reception held for these soldiers, flowers applauded and some beautiful Germanic girls, and those nobles and celebrities would obviously not stand with the dusty and oil-stained soldiers. (Starting) Arkado didn't try to convince these people anymore, after all, everyone's thoughts are not something that can be easily influenced.

However, he still came to Ren with a glass of wine, and looked at the child who was almost half his age with a smile: "How is it better than the Soviet Union?"

"It's much better, it's too cold there, and the cold is unbearable." Ren leaned against the wall and looked at the head of his country in front of him, but his tone was a little dissatisfied: "Of course, if you talk about being impersonal, these two The country is a perfect match.”

Akado nodded and glanced at Ren: "Still blaming me? Blame me for bringing you back from the brink of starvation? Then send you to read and read, and send you to become a killing machine?"

"No, not at all." Ren shook his head, sighed and replied: "To be honest, I am very grateful to you, you gave me a chance to live, and I found more and more that living really Okay. It's just that those days outside Moscow made me question the meaning of my life, and now I want to ask you, my Führer, for what purpose do people like me live?"

"In order to discover something better, in order to find the next reason to live." Akado thought for a while, and then answered seriously: "For the people of Germany, in order to kill those sinners who prevent us from being strong."

"Killing nonstop?" Ren smiled.

"Well, until we become the masters of the world." Akado replied.

Ren laughed so much that his shoulders shook: "So I think it must be God's arrangement for you to pick me out of the pile of corpses-now I know that God needs a devil, and the devil needs a sickle. "

"I'm the devil?" Arcador also laughed.

"No, you are God's gift to the German people." Ren stood up straight and walked to the other corner: "But for me, you are not a gift, you are my savior."

"If... I mean, if you don't want to live like this, I can transfer you back from the front line to the armored teaching battalion to be an instructor." Arkado looked at Ren's back and said. .

Ren stopped, stopped there, and turned around after two seconds: "Is this just because we know each other, or is it the treatment that every soldier who has made meritorious service on the front line will be treated?"

"Because we know each other.

"Accardo said helplessly: "Because I feel that I personally owe you. "

"On the contrary, my head of state. As far as you are concerned, you have given me far more than you have taken from me. If necessary, I would even give my life for you." Ren stared at Akado's eyes said.

"That's why I don't want you to die." Akado also stared into Ren's eyes, as if looking at his own son.

Ren smiled and pointed to Andre and the others in the distance: "Ask them, if any of them are willing to stay, give them this position. As for me... Do you remember the battle song of the armored soldiers? "

There was a smile on his face, and those little freckles were a little obvious under the light. Akado didn't know why, but he felt that the boy was more mature than him. Ren did not continue to speak, but just hummed softly:

"If we are abandoned by the goddess of fate, if we can't return to our hometown from now on, if bullets end our lives, if we are doomed, then at least our loyal tanks will give us a steel coffin!"

"I understand. If they are all willing to follow you, I will arrange for you to go to the Western Front." Akado sighed, the joy of seeing old acquaintances became a little lonely, and he sighed more frequently today than before. More than once a month. He casually confided a secret that the Wehrmacht was preparing to transfer General Guderian's 1st Panzer Corps to the Western Front.

Ren smiled: "Thank you."

Holding the wine glass, he walked over to Andre and the others who were gathering and talking and laughing. This small group looked so lonely in the huge hall, because no one seemed to want to have anything to do with a few big-headed soldiers - these people just needed them to go to the front to die.

Of course, this little group doesn't need pity from others either, in fact they prefer to entertain themselves. Because in the cramped interior of the tank, these people developed an autistic-like communication pattern: a young leader with four assorted people.

"I have a quota in my hand." Ren looked at his crew and said casually: "Specially approved by the head of state. We can leave one person to be an instructor in the training camp. The military rank should be improved. Come on, it's estimated that you will be a lieutenant within a year. Who wants to stay?"

At this moment, almost everyone was stunned for a moment, and then everyone's eyes were full of longing, but in the next second, this look disappeared.

"I'm just a cannonball mover, I have nothing to teach." Bruce glanced at Ren with a smile: "Don't think it's good to sell us one, kid, I'll give up on you. If you make me look unpleasant, I'll still kick your ass."

"I don't have a good habit of driving tanks, you know. Captain." Bowman also laughed: "I'd better drive a tank with you, it's more fun than driving a Mercedes-Benz. This is a good title for Clark. "

"Me? I'm just a mechanic, and I'm just shooting a machine gun." Clark waved his hand, took a sip of wine and said, "I can't be an officer. If you have a conscience, don't let a tall man like me clean the car. the floor."

"It's impossible if you don't wipe the floor. I'm also in charge of cleaning the gun barrels. I'm going to talk to someone." The quick-talking Bruce said with a smile.

"For you?" Andre leaned on the table, stared at Ren and asked, "I see that the Führer said a few words to you just now, did you know each other before?"

The question "for you" was obviously about the quota, Ren was not pretentious, he nodded and replied: "Well, I am an orphan, the Fuhrer chose me back then, so that I could be sent to the Soviet Union, where I was sent to the Soviet Union. All kinds of training."

"Then why didn't you go?" Since that was the case, there was no need to answer who the quota was for, so Andre continued to ask.

Ren smiled: "For me, it doesn't matter whether I live or die. So with such a place, it's better to give it to those who really yearn to live."

"I can stay." Andrei thought for a while and said, "But, look...you have a good driver, a good mechanic, and that nonsense loader is okay too—the total I can't be without the gunner, can't I?"

"Haha." Ren was amused: "I can change the gunner, really, you can stay."

"Go away!" Andre scolded with a smile: "You will never find a gunner who is more accurate than me in your life."

"I believe it." Ren nodded: "You have never disappointed me."

"You said that we rejected the Führer's good intentions so unknowingly, will we be dispatched to the most dangerous combat area?" Bruce asked suddenly with wide eyes.

"You guessed it right." Ren nodded with a smile: "After this meal, we will rest for two more days and go to the Western Front with the 1st Panzer Army."

"Going to war with France?" Andre raised his eyebrows, his expression on his face looked very interested: "It is estimated that the "character" of the head of state will definitely have revenge."

"Don't talk about it when you go out." Ren warned, and when he was about to turn around and tell Akado the result, he saw the head of the empire who had been standing behind him.

"I heard it all." Arkado smiled and looked at the crew of the weird No. 113 tank crew, and then his eyes fell on Ren: "I won't say the words in those scenes, like what empire will keep you in mind, You are the heroes of the German people or something. But you really make me feel that it is worth it for me to do what I think I should do, even if I have a reputation as a war sinner, a butcher-killer, etc."

"I'm very happy to hear this." Before Renn could speak, Andre said, "At least now I've found another reason to go to the front line: my boss, at least not all bastards."

"Long live the Führer!" Bruce was stunned when he heard Andre's words, and then said in a helpful voice, "If we can drink more fresh beer a few more times, long live the Führer."

"I think it is my responsibility to lead them to victory." Ren pointed to the crew members behind him and said proudly: "I was an orphan before, but now I have many brothers, and it is worth giving my life to them. Brothers."

"I really envy you for having a family. I also hope that you and your family can survive this battle of life and death." Akado nodded and said, "Congratulations on finding something to protect, and I hope you can cherish what you have. "

He raised his glass with a smile, and exclaimed: "For Deutschland! Gentlemen, I'll treat you all in Berlin. Free beer! Mr. Bruce."

"Long live the head of state!" Ren and others stood at attention and saluted, because Akado's voice made all the guests pay attention to them.

Fanny walked over from the side with a smile on her face: "Since someone treats you, you should drink more good wine. Have fun! Some girls will accompany you to the mall later... Just take things directly, your head of state is a very rich man."

She pointed to the smiling Akado: "The tanks you drive are produced by the Fuhrer's own company."

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