Eight Hundred and Forty-One Moving Forward in the Mud
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A Soviet truck painted in gray with a huge iron cross on it moved slowly along with the ups and downs of the road. Because the road was muddy and rugged, and the car itself carried a large amount of supplies, the speed Drive slowly and carefully. Internet please search () to see the most complete! The fastest updated novel
Germany lacks means of transportation, so it is also good at using seized means of transportation. There are many cars from the enemy in the frontline troops, such as French trucks, British trucks, and of course, the Soviet truck in front of us.
In order not to be regarded as enemies by friendly soldiers, these equipment that do not need to go to the front line are often painted with eye-catching identification marks, such as the iron cross that is almost exaggerated, and the disgusting dark gray rustic paint, all for the sake of Let your own people not tremble and hit a 75mm anti-tank shell.
However, it is not enough to be cautious to avoid troubles. Sometimes if you are unlucky, you still have to run into problems that you don't want to run into. After a violent sinking, the truck finally got stuck in a deep pit where the snow and ice had melted.
Sitting in the co-pilot seat, the German soldier holding a rifle was awakened by the sudden violent shaking. He glanced drowsily at the driver beside him, then at the rough road ahead, and finally realized Own car is in trouble.
"Buzz! Buzz!" The engine let out a heart-piercing roar, but it still couldn't bring the heavy cargo in the carriage out of the muddy pit. The deliberately uneven lines on the wheels had been filled with mud. After turning and friction, it becomes as smooth as polished, and it is impossible to exert any strength at all, let alone carry several tons of materials, leave here and continue to move forward.
"Damn! These Soviets actually call this muddy place a road! Don't they have words like swamps in their dictionary?" Holding his gun, the soldier in the passenger seat frowned and complained In a word, not being able to smoke in the car is enough to make people irritated, and now such a stupid thing happened.
The driver turned off the car's engine, opened the door and jumped out of the car. As soon as his feet landed, he felt the muddy road sinking. The slippery mud splashed all over his leather boots, making him frown involuntarily. He walked to the back of the car with difficulty, and found that the power wheel of the truck was stuck in the mud, and it was impossible to get out.
"Damn! At this level, we can't get this car out by ourselves!" The driver spread his hands and said helplessly. At this time, the soldier in the co-pilot also walked around in front of him with a rifle on his back. He felt like a piece of sugar stuck to the sole of his boots, and every step required more strength.
It is really a bad road that makes people feel powerless to complain. I believe that every soldier who walks on this road will silently greet many female relatives of the Soviets who built the road in their hearts.
After being devastated by more cars, mules, horses, and even people, the road that could have been described as muddy can now be described as a swamp.
With the loss of the ultimate means of land transportation, the railway transportation, the inefficiency of the transportation roads leading to the front line of the German army is a fact that everyone has tacitly acknowledged. Hard and not easy.
Some of the muddy places ahead have been filled with a lot of messy things by the passing troops, including gravel on the side of the road, some bushes and branches harvested, rotten tents and even unwanted military uniforms. The road looked like it was full of patches, which made the German army, who was used to the highways in Germany, a little helpless.
"Is there any way? Can we rely on the two of us to push more than two tons of goods out of the pit?" The soldier with the rifle looked around, and then kicked the half of the truck exposed outside the mud pit with his foot. Tire, said: "Wait, there will probably be friendly vehicles or infantry coming over in a while, let them help get this broken car out."
"That's the only way to go." The driver nodded, pulled out his leather boots from the mud, and wanted to walk back to the car. However, he suddenly saw four men and a woman standing opposite him, looking at him expressionlessly.
The opponent was wearing a black military uniform of the German SS armored unit, and one was wearing an old tactical vest on the chest. A big boy with light freckles on his face seemed to be the leader of the living SS army. He turned out to be a captain at a young age, and he wore a well-made Iron Cross around his neck.
The SS is not uncommon, at least there are many SS units in Army Group A, such as the 1st SS Panzer Division and the 13th SS Panzer Division. Even Army Group A has the number one tank ace in the army, Captain Mitchell Wittmann. It's a pity that the captain in front of him is too young to be that legendary man.
But in the SS, there are not many troops with female soldiers wandering around. Although the proportion of female soldiers in the German army is not low, most of them are at the division level, like this with a sergeant rank Well, those who fight on the front line with a group of men are lucky to say that in the air force, but the army is really rare.
"Hello! We are from Group G, and we were ordered to come here to study... Excuse me, how far is it from here to the 503rd Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion?" The young captain at the head didn't mind the other party's meeting without a military salute, and asked in a very friendly manner. road.
Only at this time did the truck driver notice that the officer in the uniform of the Armored Forces was carrying an MP-44 assault rifle and a lot of magazines stuffed into his tactical vest. He looked like a grenadier, the only difference was that he didn't wear a helmet or a large-brimmed military cap on his head.
Maybe Ren noticed that the other party was looking at his head, so he smiled and pointed to the top of his head: "Ah, sorry, my military cap was blown off during the last battle, and I haven't had time to get it yet. A new one."
"Sir!" Finally, the truck driver remembered that he hadn't saluted yet, and waved his hand, as if remembering that the other party was the SS, and halfway changed it into a German salute: "Führer...Long live the Führer! "However, when he heard that the other party's hat was blown off, what he thought in his heart was, "This idiot is actually a captain? Shame!"
After the Rennes crew destroyed their car in the last battle, they were assigned to Army Group A to learn the driving and control techniques of advanced tanks. After all, the experience of large-scale use of King Tiger tanks on the front line is only available in Group A, so the Rennes crew was assigned to the field airport and boarded a plane to the central cluster.
Unfortunately, the plane was not arranged for these five people, so the plane flew to a temporary field airport in the suburbs of Orsha, and the rest of the journey was settled by a few people on their own two legs.
As a newcomer, he was still on the territory of the people, so Renn put on the harmless mask he wore when he first arrived in the 3rd SS Panzer Division. There is no madness on the battlefield, nor the ruthlessness of killing people, just ask for directions with a smile, and don't even care about the other party's faux pas.
It’s really no wonder that the truck driver hasn’t recognized Rennes, the No. 2 ace of the German armored forces, because the resolution of the photo posters in this era is really low, and Rennes and the others didn’t drive the truck that had been burnt to waste. Iron Panzer 113 Tiger tank.
"The 503rd Tank Battalion is not far ahead, but can you help us get our car out of here?" The driver pointed to the car behind him and decided to make good use of these coolies who came to his door. Another soldier with a gun on his back also looked at Ren and his party expectantly, and was almost teasing with affectionate eyes.
Because Alice walked for a day, her face was covered with ice that no strangers should enter and block people from killing people, and Bruce was tall and mighty, so it was obvious that an iron chain should be tied around her neck to avoid a monster that hurts people. ... So the two German transport soldiers really didn't dare to whistle and call "Flower Girl". It's a pity that because of this, Ren really couldn't find any reason to refuse.
"If you don't mind, let me drive." Bowman stepped on the muddy road at this time, walked to the edge of the cab of the car, and just scanned the muddy wheels with his eyes, before the two transport soldiers answered , turned back and said to Bruce in the distance: "Everyone help, push the left rear corner of the car together, just push forward."
"He's the driver?" Looking at Bowman's muddy boots, the transport driver couldn't believe it.
Andre had already walked to the corner of the car with Bruce and found a convenient seat. Hearing the other party's question, he replied, "Yes, the best driver I've ever seen."
"Aren't the two of them here to help? The four of us can't get a three-ton truck out of this mud pit." The transport soldiers with guns on their backs often push carts and have rich experience. He felt that in the current situation, at least seven or eight people would have a chance to get the car out of the mud. He pointed to Ren and Alice who hadn't moved, and Andre who asked and answered.
"Buzz! Buzz...!" The engine of the car started up again, with a cheerful roar, the wheels of the car turned suddenly, and with the strength of Bruce and Andre, the body of the truck shook violently. He rushed out of the quagmire, drove forward a few meters, and stopped energetically.
"If you don't mind..." Ren said with a smile, "Can we get in the car together?"
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