Two Hundred and Thirty Five Departures

Army Group A on the Western Front was temporarily assigned to the garrison of the German First Panzer Army under the command of Rundstedt. Wren was wearing a newly issued cotton coat and walking on the thick snow. (Starting) The cotton coats issued by the armored forces are jacket-style, not thick.

Because after all, the inside of the tank is still very warm, and the temperature of the engine is transmitted to the entire combat compartment of the tank through a thin layer of iron plate, which is similar to a high-power electric heater. Therefore, most of the limited cotton was distributed to the cotton clothes for infantry equipment.

Someone once said that during the Second World War, China lacked everything except people; Germany, the Axis power, was even more pitiful, lacking even people. Although this sentence is a joke, there is still some truth to it. There has never been a sufficient supply of various materials in Germany, and even the ammunition that has been simplified to steel-cased bullets has to be calculated and used with discretion.

Ren just returned from a meeting at the battalion headquarters, and it seemed that the attack was about to start. Because the battalion headquarters has already begun to deploy detailed offensive missions. It seems that when the battle of France started, things were much better than when the war of Poland started.

Because the task assigned by the battalion headquarters to Rennes and other vehicles was very simple, to pass through the forest area on a few simple roads opened up by the engineers. Compared with tasks such as capturing a certain area or encircling a certain army, this seems to be easy to complete.

The weather doesn't seem to be that cold either, and the tanks are doing just fine. Every tank was allotted with white paint a few days ago, but unfortunately due to the shortage of paint, each tank is only allowed to paint the front of the car body and the front of the turret in white 』Camouflage.

In this way, all German tanks look ugly, but sometimes it is so helpless on the battlefield-good-looking things seem to be no different from courting death, and bad-looking things can survive. Almost no one chooses to look good, because everyone wants to survive.

"How was the meeting going? The higher-ups have decided to attack?" Andrei on the tank was removing snow from the roof of the tank with branches tied together. Seeing Ren coming back from afar, he asked, "What mission?"

"Leave on time at 1 p.m., just follow the troops forward. The task is very simple, hurry...through this endless forest." Ren stepped on the towing hook in front of the tank, climbed onto his tank, and watched Looking around at the crew who were making final preparations, they leaned against the turret: "Bowman, Clark! Heat up the car."

"Obey! Your Majesty the King." Bruce raised his barrage, "Now you are more and more like General Guderian!"

Bruce was wearing a pure white snow camouflage padded jacket with an integrated windshield hood. However, this dress doesn't look very clean now, there are some oil stains on the chest, and the sleeves have been scuffed until it is close to gray. Ren glanced at him, feeling that it was a pity for the beautiful dress, curled his lips, and said nothing.

"Hey! Master Che! What's your attitude?" Bruce was obviously hurt by Ren's contemptuous eyes.

Shouted slightly aggrieved in tone.

"Ren feels that your clothes affect your temperament." Clark on the side laughed and said, "If you go to France, those French chicks will not be willing to sleep with you when they see you."

Bruce was taken aback for a moment, and then seemed to think of something important: "I wipe it! I forgot to buy a new shirt."

A bonfire was lit next to the tank, and soon snow water waded down the fender of the tank. Ren got into the tank, hung the headset around his neck, fixed the throat talker, checked several important parts, then held the headset with one hand, and pressed the switch of the talker with the other and said: "No. 113 The tank is warmed up and ready to start at any time, test the communication system, please call back if you receive it, please call back if you receive it.”

"This is Tank No. 112. Your voice is so girly, I really want to give you a floral dress." Marcus' voice came through the earphones, followed by the laughter of several tank commanders .

Ren was not angry, and laughed: "Be careful with your ass! Miss Marcus! If you get hit, I will be happy to help the Frenchman make up for it." His words were full of ambiguity, almost The captain's laughter grew louder in the earphones.

"Okay! Stop joking. Start the tank! Go to the designated location." The voice of company commander Carter sounded.

All the tanks shook, making a "clang" sound of slight metal friction and impact. Soon, these tanks began to move slowly, and began to slowly drive towards the forest not far away.

"Hey! Company commander. Do you think French chicks like German men?" A train commander asked with a lewd smile on the intercom.

"They don't like German men like you." Before Carter could speak, another driver replied with a smile.

"We're going to stab the French in the ass," Marcus said with a grin.

Ren also smiled, picked up the intercom and said, "Maybe, maybe the French stabbed our ass."

"If you have nothing to do, just look up at the top of your head." Carter said in the intercom: "Our plane has arrived, don't be accidentally killed by your own people."

"Put the national flag on the top of the tank and work quickly!" With an order, everyone started to get busy again, spreading the German swastika flag in the car on the top of the tank turret, some of them were still facing the sky wave.

"Don't tell me, the air force is quite punctual this time." Marcus looked at the sky, his body swaying from side to side with the tank.

The current offensive plan, but the offensive plan drawn up by the Supreme Command of the Empire after coordinating the various military services, is naturally more than one level stronger than the meeting of various military services when attacking Poland. With the personal appearance of the head of state, Akado, the various military services have reached an unprecedented unified combat coordination, and even the pocket watches of commanders at all levels are adjusted according to Akado's watch.

"Well! It's very punctual." Ren also leaned on the hatch cover and looked at the sky, watching the fighter jets lined up in groups of three and four, flying towards the distant sky. He took out the tin box from his breast pocket, poured another piece of chocolate into his palm, carefully put away the tin box, threw the chocolate into his mouth and chewed.

The tank hit a bush and a slender tree, and the tracks rolled up some muddy soil. The cars and horses behind were struggling to follow the ruts made by the tank tracks. The entire armored division's team stretched for several kilometers.

The 3rd SS Panzer Division opened the way, followed by the 1st Panzer Division of the Wehrmacht, followed by the mechanized infantry of the 1st Panzer Corps. And their left wing is the 5th Light Armored Army under Rundstedt, and the right wing is the 7th Armored Army under the famous Rommel. Almost half of the German armored forces are here. They are going to pass through the Ardennes and follow the valley deep into the hinterland of France in one breath.

Soon, at around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the troops stopped to rest, and Ren saw the panzergrenadiers of the division headquarters hastily withdraw from the front, and there were stretchers lying side by side on the two off-road vehicles, moaning on them. wounded soldiers.

"Is there a firefight ahead?" Marcus asked vaguely, while stuffing compressed biscuits into his mouth, Ren, who was standing on the side watching to rescue the wounded.

Ren nodded: "Is there any need to ask? Unless you think they fought for lunch. Otherwise, why are they injured?"

After a while, a grenadier officer came over and explained the possible problems to the armored soldiers who had stopped. He found a fallen tree as a table, spread out a partial map, and talked to the people around him. The commanders introduced: "The higher-ups asked your company to support our attack. Let me briefly explain the situation just now: we were attacked by the Belgians here and here, and they built a simple defensive position. There may be one or two anti-tank doors. Cannon—but don't worry, the caliber shouldn't be too large."

"Are you sure it's two? Not one or more?" Carter asked, frowning. As the commander of the tank company, he had to understand the situation on the battlefield as much as possible. The more the Polish battle went on, the more everyone understood a truth: that is, reckless behavior is equal to courting death, and only by making reasonable arrangements for tactics can everyone survive.

"They knocked out one of our armored vehicles, and then the machine guns opened fire. We didn't see the tank, in fact we speculated that in this bush area, they should deploy crossfire..." The officer looked very sophisticated, looking He is also a veteran who fought tough battles in the Polish campaign.

"Approximately how many people are there?" Ren looked at the map with his head tilted, and asked a question that he was more concerned about.

"I really don't know very well. We were attacked while marching, so we had to retreat first. Our retreat speed was not slow, but we also lost 13 people. I guess there should be a lot of them, at least three machine gun." The officer pointed to the map and said, "It may have formed a pocket-like defensive position, which is very good at ambushes."

There was a rumbling explosion not far away, and it seemed that the 150mm caliber artillery began to shoot in retaliation. The ground trembled violently with the shelling. Listening to the sound of the shelling and looking at the moaning wounded soldiers, everyone seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Two tanks 114 and 115 will take the lead in a while. Rennes, you are in charge of the left wing; Marcus, you and I guard the right wing. Cover the grenadiers in the middle." Carter assigned the task: "The anti-tank gun that has been discovered Leave it to Vehicle 114, rush straight up to breach their defensive positions, and drive them out of cover with homing machine guns. The grenadiers will do the rest."

"No problem." The grenadier commander nodded.

"Check the ammunition and reload the tank gun." Carter ordered loudly: "Unload the excess fuel and daily necessities piled up on the tank, and hand them over to the battalion headquarters for safekeeping. Keep the communicator working normally. boarding."

"Car No. 113 is ready." Ren's tank has already started.

"Everything is fine here, Marcus." Car No. 112 also replied.

"Car No. 114 is fine." "Car No. 115 is fine."

"Set off!"

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