"Sir, I'm ordered to come."

This is the General Office of the Berlin Motorization Force. Xu Yang's purpose of coming this time was to hand over the light armored vehicle that had been tested and tested to Guderian, so that he could use it to practice the tactical theory in his conceived.

In 1931, Heinz William Guderian was appointed Chief of Staff of the Motorized Forces General Office, with the rank of school. Now, he is standing by the training ground, looking at the fifteen new-2 armed armored vehicles in tears, "Thank you! Thank you very much! I dreamt of the soldiers driving the chariot exercise." He held Xu Yang's hand excitedly, and was unwilling to let go for a long time.

Xu Yang felt sad and looked at the 44-year-old school silently, watching him seriously when he touched the armor of the chariot, and a dreamy expression.

The grievances suffered by German soldiers are really too great...

"Mr. School, do you have anything else to do?" Xu Yang had an expression that you asked for.

Goodrian hesitated for a moment and finally said, "I need you to leave a few technicians and a maintenance team. If...if possible, please get some gasoline." He spoke so cautiously, as if he was afraid that the request would be too unreasonable, and the armored vehicle he sent would be taken back.

Xu Yang turned around and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He didn't want Guderian to know that he was crying. "Okay, I will apply for you, your request will be met. The logistics force will transport enough gasoline!" He pointed to the people who followed the venue, "They were ordered to stay here, and there will be a repair schedule to arrive in the afternoon."

Xu Yang stopped Guderian from paying tribute, "Mr. Jiao, please control your emotions. You are a national defense soldier."

"I..." Goodrian smiled self-deprecatingly, "You can't understand my mood."

What should Xu Yang say? ‘I understand’? No, it’s not like this. He decided to say that a battalion of tank troops would come here in two months.

"Really!" Goodrian asked loudly excitedly. He touched his forehead with disbelief, "God! I...I am so happy! A battalion? Mr. Lieutenant still used honorific words. Are you saying true?"

Xu Yangneng understood Guderian's feelings and said: "Of course it's true. A new type of tank battalion, you will be appointed to lead that tank unit at that time, and more tank battalions will come here in the future. You can see various types of tanks with performance. Haha... As long as you don't dislike the trouble of writing reports, the tanks will be sent all the time."

Guderian squatted on the ground unexpectedly, pounding the ground with his hands, and a man shivered with his shoulders and cried silently, which made people sad to see.

No one can understand Guderian's feelings. During the hard years, he insisted that Germany must have a training camp for training armor tactics. Even if it is replaced by models, wooden boards, or something, Germany must create a set of armor tactics. Nearly 10 years have passed, and he finally saw that Germany has its own armored vehicle and is no longer an incompetent country with a country but without a defense.

The soldiers surrounded them, and they stood quietly in a row, each of them burst into tears.

Who says men don’t cry easily? It’s just that they haven’t reached the sad place!

The soldiers of a country have been suppressed for more than ten years, and they are unable to show their value of existence. This is already a sadness. In recent years, countries around Germany have been bullying the Germans, making them even more heartbroken as soldiers, as if countless people are slapping their faces and trampling on their dignity, and they cannot resist such helplessness.

They are not cowardly, they are very brave. But what can this happen? After the defeat, Germany's economy was severely damaged, and the military's equipment was confiscated by various countries. They were a group of soldiers with only fists and a yellow and rotten teeth. In order for the country to have time to revitalize the economy, no matter how much grievance was, the National Defense Army Command held back.

Time, time, time! As long as Germany is given enough time, after the economic recovery, Germany will allow brave soldiers to use excellent weapons to find their dignity and let those surrounding countries that have been swaying in their teeth and claws learn the lessons they deserve. Now, they have finally waited for this day!

After venting, Guderian stood up and looked at the soldiers lined up in an orderly manner, "What we have always wanted has been sent. Don't let the German people down, go, get familiar with the chariots first, and we will conduct a 'real' tactical drill tomorrow!"

"Yes!!!" The soldiers saluted neatly. They carefully wiped the soles of their shoes, fearing that they would dirty the inside of the chariot. When they crawled, they were reluctant to hold the handle and were afraid that they would hurt the chariot. They were so cautious when they twisted the hood, just because they were worried that there would be any accidents that would be too heavy.

A group of energetic soldiers, they got into the body of the car, and they would use all their energy to learn how to drive the chariot. The chariots started neatly and slowly drove to the open field. When the chariots were driven, their caution disappeared, and the chariots ran quickly in various tactical formations.

Xu Yang stood quietly beside Guderian and watched. He was not in a hurry to go back and report. When he saw the chariots skillfully practiced various tactical formations, he was surprised. "It's hard to imagine that they were driving a chariot for the first time!"

"No!" said Goodrian: "They have been driving chariots all the time. In their minds, in their dreams. They have dreamed of driving chariots when they sleep!"

Xu Yang stood attentively and saluted hard: "You are a group of outstanding soldiers, pay tribute!"

Guderian solemnly returned the gift, "We are all excellent German soldiers!" He asked in a curious tone: "I heard that you have written the theory of armor tactics?"

Xu Yang was extremely embarrassed. He took off his military cap and rubbed his hair on his head. "Those...those are all inappropriate ideas..."

Goodrian frowned slightly, "Lieutenant, excessive humility is hypocrisy. Come and come into my office and let's have a good talk."

...

Guderian's office is actually a lounge covered with wood. The walls inside are covered with pictures of chariots of various countries. A writing board even cited the weaknesses of chariots of various countries, what should be done when dealing with them, and which part of the chariots are attacked.

There is a glass cabinet in the corner of the wall in the north, with some models of tanks and tanks, as well as some strange artillery. The artillery barrel seems to be slightly longer than the infantry artillery, and the gun body is designed with a steel plate to block it. Because the model is too small, it is impossible to guess what the use of such an artillery is.

As soon as Xu Yang came in, he walked to the cabinet to concentrate on his appearance, which made Guderian very fond of him. Many people sat on the comfortable sofa in the west as soon as they entered the door. They would definitely not look at a cabinet full of strange models.

“Huh?!”

A surprised voice made Guderian walk over with some conjecture and anxiety, "What? Is something wrong?" Well... the cabinet contains the weapons that he fantasized about possessing in his own head.

Xu Yang pointed to a model similar to a rocket launcher and asked: "What device is this that controls the body?"

Guderian was stunned for a moment. He thought Xu Yang was paying attention to those fierce tank models. He said, "Oh! That is a device used to fix it on the soldier's body. I think... Such a small thing needs to fire ammunition of the same weight as a mortar shell, so the recoil must be quite good."

"Anti-tank rocket launcher?" Xu Yang was surprised again, "I'm dizzy! Did you design it yourself? Is there any design drawings?"

Guderian carefully took out the model and placed it on his palm. "You see, it is actually very small and very good at operating. About two soldiers can guide it. In my imagination, it can replace some 57 artillery guns, but it was not built and experimented, and there was no suitable gas pressure push-shooting bullet."

Xu Yang was so sad that this was a very advanced single-soldier weapon. If it was really designed and manufactured now, how could seven or eight soldiers need to pull a cannon and run around? Gas pressure pushes the warhead? Oh! It should be a prototype rocket?

Xu Yang's expression could not conceal that extreme desire, "Your Excellency the School is above the level, are you willing to sell me the design drawings?"

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Chapter completed!