If we talk about the difference between military barracks and school dormitories, one of them is that someone will disturb you at rest regardless of time. At about five o'clock in the morning, when everyone was still sleeping soundly on the bed, a communication soldier shouted loudly in the corridor: "All the commanders! Get together urgently! Come to the battalion headquarters for a meeting! Immediately! Hurry!"

The soldiers who heard the screams changed their positions and continued to have a tryst with Zhou Gong's daughter. The commanders of each train crew got up from their beds yawning, and put the black military uniform hanging on the head of the bed on their body with quick movements.

They are the armed SS, the supplement to the National Welfare Army, and the most loyal soldiers of the Head of State. Therefore, they have different military uniforms, different collars, and different fanaticism.

Renne got up from the bed. The Russian book that covered his face last evening had already fallen to the pillow beside him. He quickly put on his clothes, then he buttoned up his hat casually, tidied up his clothes and walked out of the dormitory door in a mess.

Just outside the door, he saw his classmate living next door, Marcus, the commander of the No. 112 car. He was the young car he said yesterday, who was half a year younger than him.

"Hey! Good morning!" Marcus walked out of his dormitory and said hello to Renne: "How are you getting along with your new partner?"

"I think they are just a bunch of stupid x, and they think I'm the same." Renne buckled the armed straps, shook his pants that were a little too long, adjusted the wrinkles on his clothes, and walked casually towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.

"It's not your personality." Marcus smiled and rushed over, walking side by side with Renn: "If it were you half a year ago, they would probably have to be knocked down."

"You idiot didn't hit anyone, why should I do it?" Renn glanced at Marcus, touched his pocket, and then naturally reached out to him: "Where is the chocolate candy? I forgot to bring my!"

Due to the shortage of industrial raw materials, some non-main foods in Germany have severely shrunk. For example, margarine has begun to replace real butter on a large scale, and chocolate has been mixed with a large amount of other substances and has become increasingly unpalatable. In the end, even the manufacturer itself feels sorry, and added a word sugar to the back of the chocolate to cover up the shame.

As an armored force, it has always been the secret weapon and ace of the National Defense Forces, so the supplies are pretty good, but they have eaten potatoes and cabbage for two days a week. The officers and soldiers of the 44th Infantry Division stationed not far away have to eat such bad food four days a week - I heard that many second-line troops are even worse.

"Save a little while to eat! It's different in the army and school. God doesn't know when you can get this kind of supplies next time." Marcus said helplessly when he threw a piece of candy with rough packaging to Renn.

"I don't know when I can apply for leave." Rennes took the candy, stuffed it into his pocket, and walked towards a barracks not far away.

When the two of them arrived at the camp, many chariot commanders had already sat down. The two of them chose an empty seat to sit down. Rennes took out a small leather notebook with the portrait of the head of the head from the left pocket on the left of the clothes, pulled out a pen from the pocket with the medal on his chest with his right hand, and bit off the cap with his mouth.

"Dear corporals and sergeants! Good morning everyone!" Captain Carter nodded to everyone and introduced politely: "As the 3rd SS Armored Division, which was upgraded from infantry, we were personally named 'Skeleton' by the Head of State. I hope everyone will like it."

He opened the curtain hanging on the blackboard, which was a black and white photo on it. It looked like a very beautiful tank: "Everyone, this is the latest Leopard tank of the National Defense Forces. It is equipped with a long-barreled 75mm caliber cannon and has very strong firepower. Our division was ordered to receive this weapon and use this super weapon to participate in future combat missions."

He pointed to the photo with the instruction stick and began to introduce the various parts of the tank in detail. The commanders below were very quiet and were carefully recording important information.

"Captain Carter's introduction is very clear! Is there any other problem?" Major Hans, the battalion commander of the First Armored Battalion, looked at his subordinate Carter and nodded with satisfaction.

"Sir! When can we take a look at our tank?" a corporal raised his hand and asked.

"Everyone can go to the garage to check their tanks in the afternoon! If there is any problem, you can go to the logistics support company of the regiment headquarters to find Captain Hubert. If it is a serious mechanical failure, only the repair camp of the division headquarters can solve it." Hans said: "But it depends on you all on daily maintenance."

"May I ask! Why don't we have a holiday? I want to apply for a holiday and go to the nearby place to check it out." A car leader asked the question he wanted to ask. After hearing this, Ren raised his head, but found that several people were interested in this question.

Battalion Commander Hans raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry, the first-level preparation regulations were issued a few days ago, and all holidays were cancelled."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sigh and wailing sound came from: "Oh? No, is it? Level 1 combat readiness?"

Hans smiled and turned over the photos and technical indicators on the blackboard, revealing the blackboard behind it. There were two lines of small words written on the blackboard, "From today, in addition to regular training, five kilometers of long-distance running training will be added every afternoon; and the commanders will also inform them to go to the logistics office to collect tents and sleeping bags and other marching items."

"Ren, you said we are not really planning to start a war with Poland, right?" Marcus beside Renn pushed Renn with his elbow and asked whispered.

Ren shrugged, spread his hands helplessly, and whispered in his slightly hoarse voice: "How do I know! I haven't distributed rations yet, so I probably have to wait a few days! At least we will get familiar with the equipment first."

"Oh!... God bless me, I want to spend a few more days of comfort!" Marcus sighed and complained with a look of unwillingness.

"You save money!" Renn seemed very natural: "You don't think about it. You have brought us all to the border. How could those officials and men make such a trouble for no reason?"

"Let's go! Let's see what kind of new tents are sent to us. If you go late, you might have some holes left." Marcus saw that everyone around him began to talk and stood up, and also stood up.

"If I were you, I'll go and choose a better tank first." Rennes also patted his butt and stood up: "Remember that motto?"

"Live first, enjoy..." The two of them recited the same voice. Then they smiled at each other and walked out of the door shoulder to shoulder.

As they expected, in the rows of garages behind the station, several soldiers from the division repair battalions were under the command of a sergeant command to give the tank spray numbers that had just been transported.

"Sir!" The two stood attentively and saluted.

"Oh! Good morning!" The sergeant returned the favor politely: "Don't you come back later? Why? Didn't you go to get the tent?"

"We think this guy works better than a tent." Marcus pointed to the tank behind the sergeant and said with a smile.

The sergeant nodded happily: "Yeah! You're right! This thing is indeed much more useful than a tent."

He petted the fender in front of the tank like touching his own pet, and then said, "This kind of tank can be said to be an industrial masterpiece of this era. It combines many design experiences that have never appeared before, and can be described as perfect."

He knocked on the front armor plate of the tank and said proudly: "It has a whole body tilted armor plate with an amazing thickness of 50 mm. The wide body is supported by six pairs of large diameter load-bearing wheels to cope with the weight changes brought by the wider body."

After saying that, he pointed to the tank's tracks: "This brand new tank, which is completely different from the previous German tanks, uses wide tracks and large-diameter load-bearing wheels, uses a mother-child staggered track structure, which can adapt to more complex muddy combat environments and harsh road standards."

He looked up at the two young chariots who listened to him carefully: "In order to adapt to the new suspension system, large-diameter load-bearing wheels, and tilted front armor plates, this tank used the rear layout of the gearbox for the first time, which made the tank's turret slightly forward, rather than being arranged in the middle of the tank body like the No. 3 tank. Of course, we welded a basket directly behind the tank turret to hold some debris for tank soldiers. This practical design also slightly corrected the aesthetic problem of the German tank turret position. And the high-power gasoline engine behind it is also stronger than its predecessors."

He pointed to the tank turret on the top of his head and introduced in a proud tone: "The most important thing is that this tank has a large and angular welded turret, which is enough to accommodate a 75mm long tube gun - which is enough to destroy any tank vehicle that has been in service, and when necessary, it can be replaced with a more powerful tank gun at any time. This ensures that you can easily destroy any opponent! How about it? Are you excited?"

He regretfully spread his hands and finally concluded: "But what makes people feel a little depressed is that the total combat weight of this tank has exceeded 30 tons, reaching an astonishing 33 tons. Its weight can be regarded as the behemoth among the giants in tanks and tanks of this era. In comparison, its predecessor No. 3 tank weighs only more than 21 tons. So when facing complex terrain, please be careful."

"Huh..." Renn sighed: "To be honest, sir, this car is indeed perfect! But if I want to choose, I would rather use a No. 3 tank."

"Why? I think it's pretty good." Marcus frowned and pointed at the new tank, saying, "This may be the best tank in the world." Behind him, the sergeant chief stared at Renne who was pouring cold water with great interest.

"It uses too many brand new technologies, so it is a very unreliable big guy. When using this kind of thing, what I worry most is not how powerful the enemy is, but when will my car break down."
Chapter completed!