Chapter 169

"Which one?" Two young captains asked in unison.

"Ah! These are the two The chief Sergeant took the two men to the new cars with no paint numbers, pointed to the two old tanks with light gray paint, and said.

He had the manner of selling his daughter to an excellent young man. Pointing at the two tanks that didn't look special, he said with a smile: "these two cars are the tested prototype cars, and the parts have run in quite well! And the sight is made of the best parts, much more accurate than other mass production models. "

"Sir, you're not trying to sell the two of us repaired old cars that nobody uses, are you?" Marcus raised his eyebrows and pointed to one of the old tanks.

"What do you mean? If you don't want it, you can pick any new car, and I won't give you this one. " The chief Sergeant turned his lips and said scornfully.

Ryan touched the steel nail joint on the track with his hand and nodded with satisfaction: "thank you! Sir! It's a great tank. Can you spray this car for me? I'll take it. "

"See? There are people who know the goods The chief sergeant was very proud to point to Ryan and challenged Marcus: "you! You still don't know cars as well as your friends! "

"Then I want this one! I'll take this one! " Marcus pointed to the old tank that Ryan had chosen to leave behind, as if afraid of losing it, and cried, "I'm 112! Don't forget

"I see! Cannot forget! Can't I just number you first? " The chief Sergeant looked at the two young officers, waved to some soldiers with sleeves not far away, and cried with a kind smile: "Hey! You guys! Come and number them first! These are the two

It wasn't until after 9 a.m. that Ryan and Marcus rushed back from the garage to the back office where they were handing out the tents. There are not many people there, but there are dozens of folded simple tents on the ground.

"Hey! Chief mill! How do you arrange that? " Marcus pointed to the hole in the tent and complained, "we're the main force. Are you fooling us with this crap?"

Ryan didn't speak. He just carefully arranged the folded tent and smoothed some open folds. He looked so careful that he seemed to be worried about tearing the tent. When he had finished, he looked up at the more damaged tents.

"Sergeant mill! How can there be so many loopholes and damaged tents? " As he asked, he put together a large bag of things, a large dark green canvas, and some iron buttons removed from the damaged tent - all of which mill had given him.

Compared with the tent, the quality of sleeping bags and military raincoats is slightly better. Even the dark green tarpaulins that mill gave to Ryan for packing these broken tents look better than the helpless broken tents.

Mill sighed, spread out his hand and explained: "there's no way. The most important thing is weapons and equipment. These clothing and daily necessities are handed over to some small manufacturers, so the quality is uneven... The conditions of armored forces are slightly better, so the infantry have to choose these things first."

"Asshole!" Marcus scolded: "it's time to get rich by drinking soldiers' blood! If there is a war, it's up to us to die? So we don't even have a tent ready for us! "

Ryan laughed: "you! It's not so outrageous. The great heads of state and the generals certainly hope that we can all use the best, but it's normal that the lack of funds, or unavoidable corruption, will change our taste here. "

"Yes! It's our captain Ryan who thinks it Mill laughed and nodded in agreement: "you're content! I have to return the rest of the tents and transport them to the second-line troops for distribution. If they get them, they will only use them as raincoats. "

"Mill! I want to ask you something! " Ryan leaned over and whispered, "do you have any inside information? When do we move? "

"I don't know anything!" Mill quickly waved his hand: "I am a quartermaster of the battalion, how can I know such a confidential document."

"Two packs of cigarettes." Ryan said with a smile, "if you tell me what you know, you can deduct two packs of my cigarettes when the supplies are rationed next time."

"Three Guarantees! You don't smoke anyway! " Mill also graduated from Ryan's school. He only majored in motorized transportation. He had a high rank and was promoted quickly. He was also a relatively safe major. He was a famous good one, but that major hardly recruited poor people.

"Deal!" Ryan nodded. "Tell me what you know so I can count the days."

"We've just received a batch of gas, enough for the whole battalion to run hundreds of kilometers." Mill whispered: "my brother in the division told us that he had seen the air force investigation reports received by the division. A thick pile... Seems to be fast."

"Not just fast!" Ryan took a look at Marcus around him: "frequent aerial reconnaissance shows that the high level is analyzing the rules of the Polish movement. When the photos arrive at the division headquarters, it proves that most of the strategic objectives have been assigned to specific tasks. "

"So?" Marcus frowned and became serious. "We're going to the front in ten days at most. The war is about to break out."“ no It won't take ten days! " Ryan waved his hand, threw a chocolate candy into his mouth and said vaguely, "mill, you'd better get busy! The oil distribution troops will start in three days. "“ All right Mill nodded: "you wait, I'll arrange for you two to help you send this pile of junk back."“ Thank you Ryan said with a smile“ I said, "are you looking for such a broken tent?" Bruce looked at a hole the size of an egg in the tent, with a tone of ridicule and discontent. Then he turned around and yelled at Andre and Bowman and others, "I'll tell you! Children are unreliable! The driver of the 105 car next door is very big and over 30 years old, so he snatched back a new tent. "“ No problem! I took a look at the tank. There is a lot of space in it. We can sleep two people in the car, so that the loophole can not be filled with people. " Ryan naturally smiles, and then folds Bruce's tent carefully. He doesn't seem to hear Bruce's provocation at all“ Assemble! Assemble In the corridor, another signalman yelled and interrupted their conversation. All of them got up quickly and gathered on the school field. The long-distance race announced in the morning arrived as scheduled. Everyone had to sing their military songs and run on the track with their legs open, like clocks wound up. Unexpectedly, Ryan, who looks thin and short, has a very rhythmic start. His seemingly dull momentum makes Andre behind him not know how far the physical strength of the conductor can run. After all, tank soldiers are tank soldiers. After five kilometers of running, many people are out of breath. What's more, they are not in good physical condition, and their faces have turned pale. For example, Clark, an electromechanical member of unit 113, is a little fat. After five kilometers, his face is as white as white paper“ well! I said... Ryan, that guy... Why doesn't he look tired "Ah?" Clark, holding his knees in both hands, gasped and asked Bauman, who was lying on the ground to adjust his breathing. But Bauman didn't answer him at all, just gasped. Andre wiped the sweat stains on his chin with the back of his hand, and looked at some boys not far away who were still running in circles. He couldn't help sighing: it's good to be young. Although he didn't feel tired, he still found that his physical strength was not as good as those students who had just graduated“ What a great strength of mother? " Bruce held his back and hummed, "when I was the same age as him, it was OK to run dozens of kilometers." However, although he is still yelling there, at least Clark, who has the worst physical fitness, already feels in his heart that his car captain is very powerful, very powerful. On the forenoon of the second day, we tried out a little oil from the ration and helped the soldiers in the logistic department distribute ammunition. Then, according to the instructions, we had checked out the various equipment that were distributed inside the car: the shovel and the big screw pliers mounted behind the car body, the fire extinguishers in the car, the three submachine guns and nine matching cartridges. Bruce, of course, lost his temper when he saw his old car body. However, Bowman, who gave him a kick in the gas, gave a totally opposite opinion: this car is well maintained, which is much better than those new products that just leave the factory with the smell of paint. Whether Bruce wants it or not, Ryan has given his nickname, broken mouth Bruce, the name of a poor man. It's not a good habit to give people a nickname, but it's one of Guan Rong's school traditions after all. Naturally, Ryan can't avoid it. In the afternoon, it was still a five kilometer race that Clark was afraid of. This time, Ryan and Marcus still ran two kilometers more. Bruce was unconvinced and ran the length together, but he was almost embarrassed with Clark after the rest. On the morning of the third day, there was live firing training. Each group fired five rounds. As the only group that didn't hit the target with a single round, tank 113 was criticized by name. I don't know why, but Ryan didn't complain about artillery commander Andre. Of course, the afternoon is still a long-distance run... The quiet days are over by the end of the fourth day, and the troops begin to distribute canned and inedible compressed biscuits to the soldiers. And Ryan and several other captains, through staff sergeant mill's relationship, also got some extra canned beef "private goods". That night, they were ordered to drive their tanks out of their camp and along the road to the nearby German border.