My Third Empire

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"Which one?" The two young captains asked in unison.

"Now! These are the two." The sergeant sergeant led the two to the new cars without spraying numbers and pointed to the two old tanks painted with light gray paint.

He was very good at promoting his daughter's posture to excellent guys, pointing at the two tanks that didn't seem to have any special tanks and smilingly introduced: "These two cars are tested prototypes, and the parts have been run in quite well! And the sights use the best parts, which are more accurate than other mass production models. "

"Sir, don't you want to sell us the old car that nobody used to repair to us?" Marcus pointed his eyebrows at one of the old tanks.

"What do you mean? If you don't want to, you just pick a new car, and I won't give you this one yet." The sergeant sneered.

Ryan touched the steel nail joint on the track with a hand, and nodded in satisfaction: "Thank you! Sir! This is really a great tank. Can you spray this car for 113? I want it. "

"Did you see? Knowing goods!" The sergeant major pointedly pointed at Ryan, provoking Marcus: "You! Still not as good as your friends!"

"Then I want this one! It's this one!" Marcus pointed to the old tank left by Rennes, shouting like he was afraid of losing it: "I'm number 112! Don't forget!"

"Got it! I can't forget it! Wouldn't I brush you the number first?" The Sergeant Major looked at the two young officers and waved at the sleeved soldiers who were spraying numbers not far away. They were very kind. Smiled and shouted: "Hey! A few of you! Come help them with the number first! These are the two."

Until 9 o'clock in the morning, Rennes and Marcus rushed back from the garage to the logistics office where the tents were issued. There were not many people there, but dozens of folded simple tents were stacked on the ground.

"Hey! Sergeant Mill! How did you arrange this?" Marcus complained, pointing to the hole in the tent. "We are the main force, so we are fooled by this kind of stuff?"

Ryan didn't speak, but just sorted out the folded tent carefully and smoothed back some of the stretched folds. He looked so careful, and seemed to be worried about tearing the tent. After he had sorted it out, he looked up at the more damaged tents.

"Sergeant Mill! How could there be so many loopholes and damaged tents?" He asked, putting together a large bag of things, a large piece of dark green canvas, and some removed from the damaged tent Iron buttons-these things were given to him by Mill.

Compared with tents, the quality of sleeping bags and military raincoats is slightly better. Even the dark green waterproof canvas used by Mill to give Ren to these broken tents looks better than the helpless broken tents. .

Mill sighed, and spread his hands to explain: "There is no way, the tightest grip above is weapons and equipment, and these are handed over to some small manufacturers, so the quality is uneven ... The conditions of the armored forces are slightly Better, so these things let the infantry pick first. "

"Asshole!" Marcus scolded: "When is it all, and still make a fortune by drinking soldiers' blood! If the war is going on, don't we still have to rely on those of us to die? Just like this, we don't even prepare a tent it is good!"

Ryan smiled: "You! You ca n’t be so indignant. The great heads of state and the generals must hope that we all use the best, but the lack of funds, or corruption that cannot be avoided, changes when we get here. Taste, this is normal. "

"Yeah! It's still our Captain Rennes thinking!" Mirhaha laughed and nodded in agreement: "You will be content! I will return the rest of the tent and transport it to the second-tier troops." To distribute it, they took it in their hands, and it was estimated that it could only be used as a raincoat. "

"Mir! Ask you something!" Ryan leaned in and asked quietly, "Do you have any inside information? When will we move?"

"I don't know anything about it!" Mill hurriedly waved his hand. "I'm a quartermaster quartermaster. How could I know such a confidential document."

"Two packs of cigarettes." Ren said with a smile: "If you tell me what you know, the next time the materials are allocated, you can deduct two packs of my cigarettes!"

"Three Guarantees! You don't smoke anyway!" Mill also graduated from Rennes school, but only studied motorized transportation, and his rank is relatively safe. It is a well-known major, but the major is almost Do not enroll the poor.

"Deal!" Renn nodded: "Tell me everything you know so I can count the days."

"We just received a batch of gasoline, enough for the entire battalion to run a few hundred kilometers." Mill whispered: "My buddy in the division told us that he had seen the Air Force reconnaissance report received by the division, a thick stack. ... It seems to be fast. "

"Not just fast!" Renn glanced at Marcus around him: "Frequent aerial reconnaissance shows that high-level executives are analyzing the movement patterns of the Poles. When the photos reach the division, it proves that most of the strategic objectives have been assigned to specific task."

"Say that?" Marcus frowned seriously. "At most ten days, we will be on the front line, and war will break out."

"No! It won't take ten days!" Ryan waved his hand, threw a chocolate candy into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Mil, you're still ready to get busy! Oil distribution forces, that is It will take less than three days to open. "

"Good!" Mir nodded. "You wait, I will arrange for you two to help you send this pile of junk back."

"Thanks!" Ren said with a smile.

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"I said, you just found such a broken tent to come back?" Bruce looked at an egg-sized hole in the tent with a sneer and dissatisfaction in his tone, and then he turned back, facing Andre and Bowman and others Shouted loudly: "I'll say it! The child is unreliable! The 105 car captain next door is tall and in his thirties and snatched a new tent."

"It's okay! I glanced at the tank. There is a lot of space in it. We can sleep two people in the car, so that the leaked place can't live." Renn smiled naturally, and then spread the blues. The tent was carefully folded, and it seemed that the provocation against Bruce was not even heard.

"Gather! All gather!" The signal soldiers shouted again in the corridor, interrupting their conversation, and everyone quickly got up and gathered on the school ground.

The long-distance race announced in the morning arrived as scheduled, and everyone had to sing their military songs and walked on the runway with their legs, lap after lap like a clockwork clockwork. Unexpectedly, it looks thin and short Rennes, but it starts with a rhythm. His strength like a wood is so that Andrea who follows him does not know whether the captain ’s physical strength can run. How far.

After all, the tank soldier is a tank soldier. After running for five kilometers, many people are breathless, and they are not very good, and their face is already pale-for example, the mechanic of Clark of the 113th car unit is a little fat, and five kilometers down. There was no blood on the white paper.

"Hey! I said ... Ryan ... why didn't he look tired? ... Ah?" Clarke asked Bowman, who was lying on the floor adjusting his breath, breathless, But Bowman didn't answer him at all, just breathing heavily.

Andre wiped the sweat on his chin with the back of his hand, and glanced at the boys who were not far away in the lap, and he couldn't help but sigh: young is good. Although he didn't feel tired, he still found that his physical strength was not as good as those of the newly graduated student party.

"Ma's physical strength is great?" Bruce snorted coldly, holding his waist. "When I'm as big as him, it's no problem running a few dozen kilometers."

But although he still screams there, at least Clark, who has the worst physical fitness, already feels in his heart that his captain is very powerful, very powerful.

In the morning of the next day, everyone tried the car with a bit of oil allocated, and helped the soldiers in the logistics department to distribute ammunition, then followed the instructions to check the various equipment distributed in the car: installed behind the car body Shovel and large screw pliers, as well as a fire extinguisher in the car, three submachine guns and nine matching magazines.

Seeing his car body with an older "broken mouth" Bruce, of course, lost his temper again, but Bowman, who was hooked after giving a kick, gave a diametrically opposed opinion: This car is well-maintained, It is indeed much better than those new products that have just left the factory and still smell of paint.

Regardless of Bruce's own willingness, Rennes had already nicknamed him, Broken Mouth Bruce, the name of a poor man. The habit of giving people nicknames is not very good, but after all, this is one of Guan Rong ’s school traditions, and Rennes is naturally inevitable.

In the afternoon, it was still a five-kilometer long run that Clark was afraid of. This time, Rennes and Marcus and others still ran two kilometers longer. Bruce was not convinced to run this length together, but it looks almost the same as Clark after the rest. Embarrassed.

On the morning of the third day, it was live-fire shooting training. Each car group fired five shells. As the only car group that failed to hit the target, tank 113 was criticized by name. I do n’t know why, Rennes didn't complain about the gunner Andrea.

Of course, the afternoon is still a long run ...

The calm days ended on the fourth day, and the troops began distributing canned and unhealthy compressed biscuits to the soldiers. And Rennes also had several captains through Sergeant Mill's relationship, and also made some extra “private goods” for canned beef.

That night, they were instructed to drive their tanks away from their station and follow the road to the German border not far away.