Three Hundred and Ninety One Wonderful

"Isn't it? We were transferred all the way from Rouen to Paris for such a strange reason?" Karius looked depressed, leaning on the hull of the No. 113 tank, his tone full of Dissatisfaction: "We just trained those rookies and thought we would go to England."

Seeing that Ren didn't speak, Mitchell Wittmann on the side was manicuring his nails with a small file as if nothing had happened. The youngest Karius continued to complain: "We are experts in tank warfare! Experts? They are the strongest! Our tank company can destroy a tank regiment of the opponent!"

"Yes! If we call the Stukas of the same alliance, we can fight both regiments." Wittman put away the small file in his hand with a smile, and pointed to Ren with a smile: "He is a tank now The boss on the killer list, he is not excited, why are you so excited?"

Ren finally spoke, and said his first sentence today under Andre's surprised eyes: "It's not an option to go on like this. The higher authorities deliberately don't let us participate in the battle, because they are afraid that we will lose in the battle."

"Very correct." Wittmann nodded with a smile: "If I were the person in charge of the armored forces, I also hope that you aces can pass on your technology, and even if possible, make every tank Become an ace."

Ren smiled helplessly, then shrugged his shoulders and said: "They are looking for the wrong person. Finding those who destroyed five or six tanks to be instructors is the best use of everything. Find us. Besides adding to the chaos, what decent things can you do?"

What he said was not unreasonable. In the Rouen area, several of their crews had already sent away dozens of rookie trainees. As a result, most of them were trained by the crews with the lowest record for a few days. These super aces of tank battles are the ones who contribute the least on the contrary.

It's really not that they can't be blamed, but the skills they can give to those recruits are too limited. The rules that are written in the operation manual are almost all missing from these super aces, and what they teach is really a bit unacceptable.

There are many examples of this phenomenon in real life. For example, a university professor who is proficient in economics may lose his fortune in stocks, but this does not prevent him from explaining economics knowledge to a group of college students in class. And a stock god who can influence the trend of the market can't even explain the most basic theory to a group of students-if he says he relies on intuition, then he probably isn't lying to you.

In reality, a group of recruits from the armored force surrounded the Rennes car crew, most of them were no different from listening to the scriptures:

Ren would tell these car commanders how to climb up a big tree with an assault rifle on their backs to covertly observe the surrounding enemy situation, but the car captains were forbidden to do so in school. Naturally, if Ren told them to grab their tongues and explore the position, most of these car commanders would not be able to do it.

Bowman was explaining to a group of drivers how to cooperate with the gunner to stop and shoot,

This is the tacit understanding between him, Bruce and Andre who spent their lives running in - how many seconds it takes Bruce to load a shell, how many seconds it takes Andre to roughly aim, how many seconds it takes to stop and carefully aim, how many seconds does it take for the tank to fire after firing the cannonball? It will shake a few times, and pushing the clutch lever at the first few times will make the tank move the fastest... These things have been said countless times, but unfortunately other car groups just can't do it.

The result is that after a week of intense training, the Rennes crew can fire a shell in 4.5 seconds and hit the target accurately, while the group of recruits can hit a shell in 8 seconds depending on their luck. target.

Those recruits who seriously learned the rhythm of the Rennes team, in most cases either damaged the clutch of the tank, or hit the shell at least 20 meters away from the target. This result is not as good as their performance before learning.

It was even worse on Wittmann's side. I heard that the smiling and kind commander didn't teach anything. He took the trainees to drive the tanks to simulate battles on complex terrain, and often one tank cost a company of recruits. After I had a good time, I walked away, euphemistically saying that I let these recruits "experience for themselves".

Karius is even more speechless. He is almost like a big boy before his 17th birthday a few years ago. The most classic preaching line is "If that place over there is like that, it means that the place over there is like that." There are enemy tanks nearby, just wait two seconds for the gunner to fire."

Most of the 30-year-old tank commanders who heard this classic line almost went crazy: Brother, which one are you talking about? Which over there? And you haven't mentioned the aiming process yet, wait for two seconds and let the gun fire?

It's really not that Ryan Wittmann Karius is unwilling to give all the money, but that this is not a single-piloted fighter jet, but a tank controlled by 5 soldiers. The kind of tacit understanding in which Ren calls Bowman, and Bowman can guess whether to turn or go forward, whether to stop or reverse, can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

In the end, it seemed that the division headquarters also realized this, and directly handed over the group of assigned recruits to some ordinary train crews with combat experience for training, but the effect was more obvious. The number of these destroyed tanks is not large, but they have rich combat experience and are closer to regular operations. When they serve as instructors, they are easier to understand and accept by recruits, and the training results are more satisfactory.

"Since they want to see us, let's let them see what the real ace is like." Ren looked at Wittman and said with a smile: "It is the last gathering of us tank battle aces. It can also be regarded as the prologue to the official start of the competition between us in the future."

"Agreed! When the war is over, we will compare our own achievements. The most people will treat guests, and the fewest people will get under the table and sing the battle song of the armored soldiers!" Wittman nodded, looking forward to it.

Karius thought for a while, and then protested dissatisfiedly: "Hey! This is not fair! I have the least record now! Isn't it the most disadvantaged?"

"Simple! Let's reset the record to zero, and start now, calculating one by one!" Ren said with a laugh.

"Okay! It's a deal!" Wittmann jumped off Rennes' chariot and walked towards his own tank not far away: "Then let the head of state and those Frenchmen take a look at our demeanor!"

"Let's go! The 1st Company of the 501st Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion, board the vehicle! Let's go!" Renn ordered loudly: "Bowman! Start the tank! Line up and move forward!"

...

In the stands, French Prime Minister Pétain seemed to be dazed, looking at the German infantry walking down the street in a neat phalanx, feeling drowsy. He proposed to participate in the victory parade held by Germany in Paris. In fact, it was also for the purpose of seeing the troops that defeated France. Who would have thought that in this re-organized military parade, there would be guards of honor passing the rostrum?

Most of Germany's elite soldiers who have been tested on the battlefield now have their own tasks, and few of them have nothing to do to participate in this performance-style queue exercise. Just as the soldiers of the guard of honor looked down on the dusty front-line troops, most of the wild and fierce front-line soldiers also dismissed the guard of honor behind them.

"Mr. Prime Minister, are you still satisfied with our German army?" Akado sat on the stand, pointed at the soldiers with brand-new military uniforms and neat steps, and carried Mauser 98k rifles with a smile: "The troops all over the world, the most Stronger than that."

"If you are talking about going forward, the head of state, then they are the best." Petain raised his eyelids slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with Akado's perfunctory: "I don't believe that the French army will be defeated by this group of shoes. Of course, if I spent 400 million francs every day just to support such soldiers, I would be very reluctant, my head of state."

Akado laughed, he didn't seem to be annoyed by Petain's words, but in a good mood. He smiled for a few seconds, and then said to Field Marshal Brauchitsch beside him: "Look, I said that these beautiful things can't impress Marshal Petain, believe it now?"

Then he turned his head again, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Marshal Petain, you'd better keep your eyes open and wait, lest you fall asleep and miss the real good show."

Following Akado's words, it seemed that they had already prepared it long ago. The drumbeat of the military band suddenly changed, from that impassioned melody to a murderous rhythm that made people palpitate. The drumbeat is dull and vigorous, as if pulling people to the bloody and cruel battlefield.

Petain's drowsy expression disappeared. He opened his eyes and looked at the road not far away with a trace of expectation and a bit of solemnity. The old marshal who ascended seemed to smell the familiar smell again, and seemed to feel the unique smoke of gunpowder again.

Akado stood up, stretched his right hand obliquely to the sky, and his tall body stood upright. After he stood up, there was Field Marshal Brauchitsch, followed by a group of military leaders behind him.

Just like the spread of the virus, more and more people stood up, and the spread became bigger and bigger. Around the stands, the German generals also stood up and raised their right hands high. Then there was the voice of the mountain calling the head of state Akado? Long live Rudolph, like the waves of the sea, and the waves were higher than the waves.

"Only when I face these heroes of the German people will I stand up and salute, Prime Minister Pétain. Only they are worthy of everyone's memory!" Akado stared at the road in the distance and said: "Keep your eyes open for me Take a look! This is a German soldier! You are truly number one in the world! You French...you deserve to lose!"