Three Hundred and Seventy One and One New Home

What is an awesome team? It is the newly built SS heavy tank destroyer battalion. What is the main force in the main force? It is the newly built SS heavy tank destroyer battalion. What is the instructor of the elite troops? It is the newly built SS heavy tank destroyer battalion!

So which unit is the most terrifying in this destroyer battalion? It's the weird 1st company in front of me. Not to mention the extent of the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in these teaching companies drawn from various troops, at least Ren looked at the four commanders standing in front of him, feeling really uncomfortable.

There is no one who does not wear the Iron Cross on the collar, and the battle medals on the chest are also various, just like entering the German Army Medal Museum. Looking at the record marks painted on those barrels, the stupidest one in this group is also a super ace who has destroyed 17 tanks.

The oldest and most normal person is Lieutenant Wittmann, the commander of the No. 11 Tiger tank. At first glance, he looks a bit like Andre, a man who is extremely calm at critical moments. Like Ryan, he likes to wear his hat on one side, and with a cynical smile on his face, he looks relatively normal.

Then there was a little boy, and Ren seemed to see his young self in this boy. The young boy also wears his cap on one side, but the main reason is that the cap is a little too big for his head. The boy named Karius likes to purse his lips and is not very talkative, but when he thinks that this boy is the commander who destroyed 30 tanks, Renn has no intention of belittling him.

Standing next to the little boy was an amiable fat man with a cheap smile on his face. This fat man was only about 170 in height, only a little taller than the 16-year-old boy next to him, Karius, and not as tall as Ryan. . This figure is considered short in the Germanic nation, and this fat is not only short, but also at least as fat as Rennes - that is, the commander's hatch of the Tiger tank is relatively spacious, otherwise it is hard to say how this fat man can get in .

The last person is Binbin. He introduced himself as a rural teacher who enlisted from near Munich. His hobby is writing poetry. However, according to what he said, he had already destroyed 18 tanks, one more than the chubby guy who laughed. Compared with Marcus, there are only 8 less records.

Well, Rennes 65, Wittmann 47, Carlius 30, Marcus 26... If you count the new owner of No. 115 who claims to be a teacher, there are 18 and fat 17, Marcus Several tank commanders in that platoon also had a record of 21, 15, 13, and 11 tanks respectively-the ten tanks of this company alone had an astonishing number of kills of 263 tanks.

If you can’t roughly imagine how terrifying these elites are, you can refer to other similar figures for comparison: when the French 10th Armored Army was at its peak, it had less than 300 tanks; the number of tanks lost by Poland’s destruction was about Three times that number; the British mainland now has almost 400 tanks. Now you know what these 263 tanks mean?

"In addition to teaching,

We usually stay behind for the elderly? "Ren leaned on his chariot and didn't introduce himself. He knew that these people must know him, or know the Knight's Iron Cross with oak leaves under his neck.

Introducing himself was completely useless, or so he thought. People here will respect you as a god if you have strength, but if you don't have strength, these people won't care what your name is.

"I made inquiries when I came here." Wittman said with a chuckle, "Our side is a teaching company, and only 4 tanks are permanent. It will be replaced immediately."

Seeing that Renn was waiting for him to continue explaining, he didn't give a damn, and introduced directly: "The advantage is that we are always fully staffed here, so the strength is always the most sufficient. The disadvantage is that except for the 4 teaching vehicles left behind, the rest People don’t play well with us.”

"Me, you, Karius and Marcus?" Ren asked, frowning.

"Yes, but the regulations do not allow splitting into platoons to participate in battles. So the platoon leader Marcus may be the most unlucky platoon leader in the entire First Army." Wittmann nodded.

"That's not necessarily true." Marcus laughed: "Maybe I'm the luckiest."

"What about the company commander? Come here to teach more, or come here to fight more?" Wittman asked with a smile, and Karius' eyes lit up when he heard it, and he stared at Ren.

"I'm here to kill people." Ren turned around blankly and climbed into his tank: "Check the fuel and ammunition, Andre, remember to leave me a copy for dinner. Alice, help all the crews adjust Good radio, Bruce, do it to whoever talks nonsense to Alice."

"Of order! Head!" The tall and strong Bruce smiled and nodded in agreement. Andre covered his eyes and smiled wryly, but didn't speak. Of course, the driver Bowman was still whistling, but he had a smirk on his face.

"Those who don't agree with me can be singled out." Ren looked at several car captains, and found that Marcus was the only one who still deserved a beating, and said coldly: "Follow me, I will find a way to keep everyone alive, It's that simple. If anyone dares to touch me, I'll blow his head off."

After he finished speaking, he took out the MP-44 assault rifle from the turret, stuffed the magazine on the tactical vest that looked like a beggar's outfit, and then jumped out of the tank with the gun on his back. Without turning back, he walked in the direction of the battalion headquarters.

"Come here to kill people?" Wittman's smile grew stronger. He looked at Karius, who was looking at him with adoring eyes, and nodded slightly. He retreated to his tank and whispered softly while climbing up the tank He muttered: "It's really good."

"I advise you not to have any wrong thoughts." Mr. Teacher, the commander of the No. 115 tank nicknamed "Teacher" glanced at the fat man with a cheap smile on his face, and sneered: "He makes me very uncomfortable, you Not necessarily his opponent."

"How about tanks?" Fatty's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he was very confident in his own tank tactics.

"Look at that Tiger tank full of bullet holes..." The teacher pointed to the No. 113 Tiger tank: "It's still you, not an opponent!"

The fat and cold face smiled again, and walked back while twisting his fat buttocks: "I was just joking, Rein Harder, who doesn't know in the SS? Let that Rhine Lord Hart remembers the names of the frontline soldiers, and I know that they will definitely not be ordinary people."

The entire 3rd SS Panzer Division supplemented dozens of Tiger tanks in one breath. Of course, some were busy, and a full 40 vehicle groups were mobilized from some other units, which can be regarded as a huge supplement.

Of course, there are corresponding maintenance engineering troops, supply vehicles, trailers and independent battalion command vehicles. Counting independent diesel oil supply units, corresponding truck transport vehicles, 4 battalion-owned crawler-type self-propelled 150mm caliber howitzers, and an independent Panther tank chassis without a turret long barrel 75mm "Cheetah" tank destroyer Company, the size of the entire destroyer battalion can almost compete with an undersized tank regiment.

The battalion headquarters is even more lively. It seems that there are really a lot of supplies distributed, such as flashlights, raincoats, etc. that should be equipped on the tanks, and there are many people who come to collect guns and ammunition for self-defense.

"Battalion Commander! 1st Company Commander Ryan Harder came to report." Ren came to a major, stood at attention and saluted, "Long live Yuan!"

"Oh! Yuan Akado? Long live Rudolph!" The battalion commander looked very young and full of vitality, as if he was a model of enthusiasm and precision of the Germanic nation. He stood at attention and returned the salute, then smiled and patted Ryan on the shoulder: "I'm very glad that you, a big star, can come to my 502 battalion. My name is Kurt, Kurt Meyer."

"When will we return to the front line?" Ren suddenly asked.

The 1st Battalion and 1st Company of the 1st Regiment of the 3rd SS Armored Division just became another unit. The amiable company commander named Carter has nothing to do with him, and the electromechanicalist Clark with glasses It was just forgotten by people, as if it didn't exist in this world.

So did they never exist? Do not! They existed! I still remember them! I also promised them to kill a few more French people, I don't care about the teaching company or the tank battalion, I'm here to kill, I'm here to kill, and then live, better than anyone else!

Ren thought so in his heart, so he just asked, Meier obviously did not expect Ren to ask such a question suddenly, he was taken aback for a moment before smiling and replied: "It seems that you are more anxious than me to go back to the front line. Let's put it this way, it seems that it is not our turn to attack Paris. If possible, we will follow the troops to attack Rouen, but the information provided by the scouting force shows that most of them are British who have given up their armor. .”

"When will we start?" Ren asked again.

"Wait for the notice. If there are no accidents, we will head west in three hours and return to Poix." Meier thought for a while and said.

"Then I'll go back to the company and get ready to go." Ren stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and left without the slightest delay. Maier looked at Ren's back, smiled helplessly, and thought to himself: It's really similar to what Flick said, he is a likable young man.

Ren returned to the company and ordered everyone to prepare for the departure. For Ren, who wanted to kill a few more enemies for Carter and Clark, coming to the 502nd Battalion was just a new home. It doesn't matter which unit you are in if you can go into battle and kill the enemy.

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