Chapter 642: Fifteen. Preface (3)

The Type 166 amphibious off-road vehicle ran wildly on the plain, sitting on the edge of the co-pilot Parsifal, fearing that he would get out of the car.
This model improved from the 82 "bucket car" Jeep was developed to meet the special environment of the Principality. It runs at a maximum speed of 88 kilometers per hour on flat ground, and puts down the three-blade propeller at the rear, which can be used in water at a speed of 9.6 per hour. Kilometers ahead. In the muddy spring, this kind of off-road vehicle can also be driven relatively lightly.
Despite such superior performance, in the final analysis, it is a military product. The first consideration is performance, durability and price. Riding comfort is always considered in the back. In addition to the bumpy dirt road, Parsifal almost spit out breakfast.
The emails were all delivered to the garrison. The soldiers saw a warm and bizarre letter of condolence, and the overall response was quite good. One of the majors received a letter of condolence from the signed "Angelina", and was enthusiastic by the passionate content and the attached ribbon, and had to reply to the letter and "Angelina". Become a pen pal, write a reply on the spot, and entrust Parsifal to forward... I don’t know what major reaction the major would know when "Angelina" who made him spring up is actually a man. Parsifal can only pray Section Chief Adult will not be killed.
By this time, Ben's work should be over. The only thing left is to go back to Kharkov and Natalya round, take the train back to the Brest fortress, and then return to Yalfheim. But what he never expected was that the headquarters of the logistics department sent an emergency order to delegate him to important materials.
Not a one-time or two-way incidental work, the end of the order indicated that he had temporarily transferred to the Prokhorovka Base Logistics Department, responsible for coordinating and contacting the public logistics work.
Looking at the seals of the Personnel Administration, Logistics Department, and General Staff Department. Parsifal lost his feeling of vomiting.
This is not a trivial task, and no one will doubt the public logistics system-low, almost devastating low. So much so that the General Staff has never been able to understand why the Bears can achieve first-class results with third-rate logistics and second-rate tactics. Could it be that as long as vodka is enough. Can this group of guys fight forever?
In any case, considering the harsh natural environment and the various disadvantages of the company itself, it is already difficult to support them to complete the equipment upgrade behind the scenes and support them in a high-intensity war? Even if the defense department's logistics department has supernatural powers, it is necessary to vomit blood.
The order did not specify why, and it would not tell a little lieutenant important secrets. However, from the types and quantities of goods on the subsequent transfer list, Parsifal still saw some clues.
"Lieutenant, here we are."
The driver whispered that he withdrew his thoughtful Parsifal to dress up and put his hand into his jacket pocket.
The third checkpoint was right in front of me, and a second lieutenant stepped out of the sentry box painted with red and white stripes. Relying on the legs, saluting and checking the documents, after the complete set of procedures, the SUV finally entered the core area of ​​the warehouse. Seeing the forklift trucks busy in the distance, building green boxes into hills, Parsifal couldn't help feeling a scalp.
Not only is it overwhelmed by the quantity and efficient operation of the scenery, but also because it is clear what is about to be sent out.
It was among the many equipments of the Defense Forces, and these things were very unremarkable. Power is also relatively limited. But in terms of cruelty, it definitely ranks in the top ten.
To face the guys with these gadgets, I am afraid it will be uncomfortable.
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When Parsifal was too busy to die, Murat wasn't idle, as if he could never finish his official duties, almost exhausting him.
Regardless of any standard, the construction and improvement of defensive facilities are the responsibility of the commander of the fortress. For his official position, property, and even his life, Earl Kutpalokin should be very attentive to this matter.
Especially in this immediate situation, the Earl of Brest, at the forefront of the confrontation, should be able to feel the pressure from the actions of mankind. And turn it into a motivation to strengthen their own security.
However, to describe it in the most polite words, Earl Kut Palokin’s performance is also extremely diffuse and negative. The elves couldn't help but doubt that the bears didn't really value the war, as if they thought they could win by doing whatever they wanted.
of course. This confidence is not without reason. After all, based on past war experience, it is very difficult for both sides of the stalemate on the border to launch an attack before the muddy spring passes. The harsh natural environment will reduce the motive power of the troops and increase the difficulty of supply. Even if a raid is launched, it will soon be caught in the mud and the hands and feet will be unable to tear the entire front line at a stretch and expand the results. When the Principality slows down, the freshly prepared army will surround the lost human army and give them an unforgettable lesson.
"Mr. Murat, our United Principality of Ross is a powerful country with the world’s largest army. So those monkeys... sorry, I don’t mean anything else. I just want to say that even with just one finger, we You can kill them all and leave none. Do you understand that killing a group of intruders is as simple as killing a group of ants."
When talking about the impending conflict, the earl's statement can intuitively represent the general thoughts and qualities of the public-the most stupid, incompetent, and incompetent type among the peers the elf soldiers have seen so far. Their casual speeches and attitudes are merely a concrete manifestation of stupidity, incompetence and incompetence.
War has always been an area full of accidental and unplanned factors. Even if it is a group of rigorous and meticulous staffs of the General Staff of the Defense Forces, they dare not pack up and say that there will be only one mode of war, as long as a perfect The plan will be realized. No sudden situation will occur in the middle, and the final outcome must be the one they want. So every action, whether it is to designate a plan and execute it concretely, the defense forces go all out from the spirit to the material, and they dare to go all out. They dare not be negligent. The soldiers of the Principality did not care about this. Their chiefs had only one basic logic: because they thought the plan was good, the plan was good. There were no errors and risks, and there were no unsolvable problems, so they could be implemented. And in the end you can get the expected results...
The goddess is on top, this is the craziest scene Murat has ever seen in her career as a professional soldier.
Unfortunately, Murat can only shut up about this-Earl is an important customer. Although no one in the company likes this "honorable 280 pounds of meat", they can’t afford to lose an important customer for the time being. Price, so we cannot criticize or point out his mistakes. As for those Principality soldiers, they are even more unlucky, unless the earl is suddenly called by the mother goddess, or as the supreme governor of Alfheim said-"use the sickle and hammer" to "deeply and deeply treat the earl", otherwise They had to continue to face this extremely dangerous situation until they were called by the mother goddess themselves.
The only thing that is thankful is that they also have a good supplier with enough means to change the status quo.
Since receiving the "glorious record" of Colonel Kolchak, Ve has been providing materials as much as it can, and a large amount of construction materials have been allocated to the public at the fastest speed, providing new troops still under construction. Firearms and instructors, and half-sell half-send some new gadgets.
"New stuff?"
Earl crooked his neck, the silver spoon full of caviar stopped in midair, and his hair-covered face was full of doubts~EbookFREE.me~ is the latest product of our company, which is simpler, lighter and almost Maintenance is needed, and the power can also meet the needs of the principality. "
Murat piled a human-like smile, took out a deposit slip with the withdrawal code in his arms, and pushed it to the count.
In less than a second, Earl Kuropatkin also had an empathetic smile on his face, while saying "I am looking forward to your company's products". Chubby paws gathered the deposit slip into his sleeve at an unimaginable speed.
Seeing the countenance's "intimate feelings" see the spine chilling, Murat hurriedly drank a glass of mineral water to cover up the unnatural expression, but the goose bumps on the back still did not disappear.
Not for the countless eyes of the Earl, but for the "new gadgets", the humans who will face these things, and the gray cattle who are about to be baptized with guns and guns.
Regardless of position, these guys are really pitiful.
Sighing lightly, Murat put on a smiling mask again and concentrated on eliminating fresh caviar with Lord Earl. (To be continued...)