Chapter 371

Then there was a little boy. Ryan seemed to see his young self in the boy. The young boy also wore the hat askew, but the main reason was that the hat was a little big for his head. The boy named carlius likes to purr his lips and is not very talkative, but when he thinks that the boy is the captain who destroyed 30 tanks, Ryan doesn't mean to despise him.

Standing next to the little boy was an amiable fat man with a cheap smile on his face. The fat man was only about 170 meters tall, only a little higher than the 16-year-old Carlos on the side, and not as tall as Ryan. This is a short man among the Germanic people, and this fat man is not only short, but also at least as fat as three Rennes - that is, the captain's cabin door of the Tiger tank is relatively spacious, otherwise, it's hard to say how this fat man can get in.

The last one is Binbin. He introduces himself as a village teacher who joined the army from near Munich. His hobby is writing poetry. However, according to him, 18 tanks have been destroyed, one more than that churlish fat man, and eight less than Marcus.

Well, Ryan 65, weitmann 47, carlius 30, Marcus 26... If you add in 18 of the new 115 owners who call themselves teachers and 17 of the fat ones, the captains of Marcus' platoon also have 21, 15, 13 and 11 battle records respectively - the company's 10 tanks alone have an amazing number of 263 tanks killed.

If you can't imagine how terrible these elites are, you can compare them with other similar figures: French self introduction is useless, at least he thinks so. If you have strength, people here will respect you as gods, and if you don't have strength, these people won't care what you are called.

"I'll ask when I come." Weitmann said with a smile: "we have a teaching company here. Only four tanks are resident. The rest of the tanks will be replaced immediately after four weeks of study, whether they are killed or transferred away. "

He saw that Ryan was waiting for him to continue to explain, but he didn't want to make a fuss, so he made a straightforward introduction: "the advantage is that we are always full here, so we always have the most troops. The disadvantage is that in addition to the four teaching cars left behind, the rest of us don't cooperate very well. "

"Me, you, Carlos and Marcus?" Asked Ryan, frowning.

"Yes, but it's not allowed to split into platoons to fight. So Marcus, the platoon leader, is probably the most unfortunate platoon leader in the first army Weitmann nodded.

"Not necessarily." Marcus laughs: "maybe I'm the luckiest."

"What about the company commander? Come here to teach more, or come here to fight more? " Wittman asked with a smile. When carlius heard this, his eyes brightened and he stared at Ryan.

"I'm here to kill." Ryan turned expressionless and climbed into his tank: "check the fuel and ammunition, Andre. Please save me a portion for dinner. Alice, help all the crew adjust their radios. Bruce, whoever talks to Alice will do it. "

"Yes! Head Bruce, tall and strong, smiles and nods. Andre covered his eyes with a wry smile, but did not speak. Of course, the driver Bauman is still whistling, but he has a bad smile on his face.

"If you don't agree with me, you can choose by yourself." Ryan looked at several captains and found that Marcus was the only one who still didn't beat him. He spoke coldly: "follow me, I'll try to make you live. It's so simple. If you touch my man, I'll blow his head. "

After that, he took out the mp-44 assault rifle from the turret, stuffed the magazine on his tactical vest which looked like a beggar's suit, then jumped off the tank with the gun on his back and walked towards the battalion without looking back.

"Come here to kill?" Weitmann's smile grew stronger. He looked at carlius with adoring eyes around him, nodded his head slightly, and retreated to his tank. As he climbed up the tank, he muttered softly: "it's really good."

"I advise you not to do anything wrong." Mr. teacher, the commander of tank 115, nicknamed teacher, looked at the fat man with a cheap smile on his face and sneered: "he makes me very uncomfortable, and you may not be his opponent."

"What about tanks?" Fat man's eyes suddenly become sharp up, seems to be very confident in his own tank tactical level.

"Look at that Tiger tank full of bullet marks..." the teacher pointed to the 113 Tiger: "it's still three of you, and it's not an opponent!"

The fat man's cold face began to laugh again, wriggling his fat ass and walking back: "I'm just kidding, Ryan? Hard, who doesn't know in the SS? The front-line soldier who can make Lord Reinhardt remember his name, I know that he will never be ordinary. "

The third armored division of the whole SS has replenished dozens of Tiger tanks at one go. Of course, some of them are busy. A total of 40 vehicle groups have been mobilized from some other units, which is a huge supplement.

Of course, there are also corresponding maintenance engineering units, supply vehicles, trailers and independent battalion command vehicles. Taking into account the independent diesel oil supply unit, the corresponding truck transport vehicles, four battalion tracked self-propelled 150 mm caliber howitzers, and an independent leopard tank chassis without turret and 75 mm caliber "cheetah" tank fighter company, the size of the whole fighter battalion is not much different, and it can compete with a tank regiment that is not fully organized.

The camp is more lively. It seems that there are a lot of supporting supplies, such as flashlights and raincoats that should be equipped on tanks. In addition, many people come to collect guns and ammunition for self-defense“ battalion commander! Company commander Ryan? Hard came to report. " Ryan came to a major, stood at attention and said, "long live the Fuehrer!"“ oh Head of state akado? Long live Rudolph This battalion commander looks very young and full of vitality. It seems that the whole person is a warm and accurate model of the Germanic nation. He stood at attention and patted Ryan on the shoulder with a smile: "I'm glad you're a big star. My name is Kurt. Kurt? Michael“ When shall we return to the front line? " Ryan suddenly asked. The 1st company, 1st Battalion, 1st regiment, 3rd panzer division of the SS became other troops. The amiable company commander named Carter had nothing to do with himself. Clark, the mechanic with glasses, was forgotten as if he did not exist in the world. So they didn't exist? no They existed! I remember them! I also promised them to kill a few more Frenchmen. I don't care about any training company or tank battalion. I'm here to kill people. I'm here to kill people and live better than anyone else! Ryan thought so in his heart, so he asked. Obviously, Michael didn't expect that Ryan would suddenly ask. He was stunned for a moment, and then he said with a smile: "it seems that you are more anxious than me to go back to the front line. Well, it seems that it's not our turn to attack Paris. If possible, we will attack Rouen with the troops, but the intelligence provided by the reconnaissance troops shows that there are mostly some British people who abandoned their armor. "“ When will it start? " Ryan asked again“ Let's wait for the notice. If there's no accident, we'll go west and return to PUVA in three hours. " Michael thought about it and said“ Then I'll go back to the company and get ready to go. " Ryan stood at attention, turned and walked away without any hesitation. Michael looked at Ryan's back, but he had no choice but to smile. He thought: it's just like what felik said. He's a lovely young man. Ryan returned to the company and ordered everyone to be ready to start. For Ryan, who wanted to kill more enemies for Carter and Clark, coming to 502 battalion was just a new home. As long as he could fight to kill the enemy, there was no difference in which army he was in.