Chapter 841: Moving forward in the mud

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A Soviet truck painted in gray with a huge iron cross on it is moving slowly along with the ups and downs of the road, because the road is muddy and rugged, and the car itself carries a lot of materials, so the speed Drive slowly and carefully.
Germany lacks transportation means, so it is also good at using seized transportation means. There are many cars from the enemy in the front line troops, such as French trucks, British trucks, and of course, this Soviet truck.
In order not to be regarded as enemies by friendly soldiers, the equipment that does not need to go to the front line is often painted with eye-catching identification marks, such as the iron cross that is almost exaggerated, and the rustic disgusting paint in the dark gray soil is all So that he will not tremble over a 75mm anti-tank shell.
However, it is not necessary to be cautious to avoid trouble. Sometimes, if you are unlucky, you still have to bump into the problem you do not want to hit. After a severe sinking, the truck finally stuck its wheels in a deep hole where the snow and ice melted.
Sitting in the co-pilot seat, the German soldier holding the rifle was awakened by the sudden violent shaking. He glanced sleepily at the driver beside him, and then at the rugged road ahead, and finally realized My car is in trouble.
"Boom! Boom!" The engine uttered a heartbreaking roar, but it was still unable to carry the heavy cargo in the car out of this muddy deep hole, and the deliberately uneven patterns on the wheels have been filled with mud After turning and rubbing, it becomes as smooth as polished, and can hardly take a little effort, let alone carry a few tons of materials, and move forward away from here.
"Damn! This muddy place, they Soviet people call it highway! Doesn't they have a word like a swamp in their dictionary?" Holding the gun, the soldier in the co-pilot seat frowned and complained. In short, it was already irritating to have been unable to smoke in the car, and now there is such a broken thing.
The driver turned off the engine of the car, opened the door, and jumped off the car. As soon as his feet landed, he felt the muddy road sink down. The slippery mud splashed his leather boots, making him frown involuntarily. He strode hard behind the car and found that the truck's power wheels were already stuck in the mud and it was impossible to come out.
"Damn it! To this extent, we can't get this car out by ourselves!" The driver said with a helpless hand. At this time, the co-pilot soldier also carried a rifle around him. He felt like a piece of candy was stuck on the sole of his boots, and every step required more effort.
It is really a bad road that makes people feel powerless. I believe that every soldier walking on this kind of road will silently greet many female relatives in the Soviet family who built the road. After more cars and mules and even humans in front of them, the roads that could have been described as muddy already can now be described by the word swamp.
Losing the ultimate means of land transportation, such as rail transport, the low efficiency of the German roads to the front has been the default of everyone, but only by personally walking through such a so-called muddy road, can you realize the transport forces Hard and difficult.
In some of the more muddy places ahead, the passing troops have been covered with a lot of messy things, there are broken stones on the roadside, some harvested bushes and branches, and there are rotten tents or even unwanted military uniforms. In short this The road seemed to be covered with patches, leaving the Germans accustomed to highways in Germany a little helpless.
"Is there any way? Can we rely on the two of us to push out more than two tons of cargo from the pit?" The soldier with a rifle looked around, and then kicked the half of the truck out of the mud pit with his foot. The tire said, "Wait, it is estimated that a friendly vehicle or infantry will come over in a while. Let them help get this broken car out."
"It can only be so." The driver nodded and pulled his leather boots from the mud, trying to walk back to the car. But he suddenly saw four men and a woman across from him, standing on the side of the road, looking at him expressionlessly.
The other party wore black military uniforms of the German SS armored forces, and a tactical vest was worn on one's chest. A big boy with light freckles on his face seemed to be the head of the living SS. He was a captain at a young age and also had a well-made Iron Cross medal on his neck.
The SS is not uncommon. At least there are many SS troops in the a group army, such as the SS 1st Panzer Division, and the SS 13th Panzer Division. There is even a number one trump card in the Army Group A, Captain Mitchell Wittman. It is a pity that the captain in front of him is too young to be the legendary man at all.
However, in the SS, there are not many troops with female soldiers walking around. Although the proportion of female soldiers in the German army is not low, most of them are at the divisional level, like this with a sergeant rank , Followed by a group of men fighting on the front line, in the Air Force, it is okay to say that the Army is really rare.
"Hello! We are from the G Group Army. We are instructed to study here ... Excuse me, how far is it from the 503rd heavy tank destroyer battalion?" The young captain headed did not mind that the other party would not meet the military salute. Very friendly to ask Road.
At this time, the truck driver noticed that the officer in the armored military uniform was carrying an mp-44 assault rifle, and many tactical vests were stuffed with magazines. He looked like a grenadier, the only difference was that he didn't wear a helmet or a big brimmed military cap on his head.
Maybe Renn noticed that the other party was looking at his head, so he smiled and pointed to the top of his head: "Ah, I'm sorry. During the last battle, my military cap was blown away, and I haven't got the time yet. A new one. "
"Sir!" Finally, the truck driver remembered that he had not saluted. He waved a hand and seemed to remember that the other party was the SS, and it was changed to the German hand-raising ceremony halfway: "Head of State ... Long live the head of state! "However, after he heard that the other party's hats had been blown off, he thought to himself," Is this straw bag still a captain? Shameful! "
From the last battle, the Rennes car group destroyed its own car, and was arranged to a group army to learn the driving control technology of advanced tanks. After all, the Tiger King tank has large-scale experience on the front line only with the A Group Army, so the Rennes car group was arranged to the field airport and took a plane flying to the central cluster.
Unfortunately, the plane was not arranged for these five people, so the plane flew to a temporary field airport on the outskirts of Orsha, and the rest of the journey was solved by a few people on two legs.
When he first arrived, he was still in the turf's territory. Renn brought the mask of harmlessness to humans and animals when he first arrived at the SS 3rd Armored Division. Without the madness on the battlefield, and without the murderous spiciness, I just smiled and asked for directions, and did not even care about the other party's rudeness.
I really do n’t blame the truck drivers who have n’t recognized Rennes as the No. 2 trump card of the German Armored Force because the resolution of the photo posters in this era is really low, and Rennes did n’t drive the car and it was burned to waste. Iron No. 113 Tiger tank.
"The 503 tank battalion is not far in front, but can you help get our car out of here?" The driver pointed to the car behind him and decided to make good use of these coolies that came to the door. The other soldier with a gun on his face looked at Ren and his entourage expectantly, and sent a flirtatious look.
Because Alice has gone for a day, her face is hung with no one to stop people from killing the ice, plus Bruce, this tall and mighty, you should tie an iron chain around her neck at a glance to avoid violent monsters. ... so the two German transport soldiers did not dare to whistle and tease "Flower Girl". It is a pity that it is precisely because of this that Rennes can't find any reason to refuse.
"If you don't mind, let me drive." Bauman stepped on the muddy road at this time and walked to the side of the car's cab, just swept the muddy car wheel with his eyes, waiting for the two transporters to answer. Then, he turned to Bruce in the distance and said: "Everyone can help. Push the left rear corner of the car together and push forward."
"He is the driver?" Looking at Bowman's muddy boots, the driver of the transport soldier was a little unbelievable.
Andre had walked to the corner of the car with Bruce, and found a comfortable position. Hearing the question from the other party, he replied: "Yes, the best driver I have ever seen."
"The two of them aren't used to help? The four of us can't get a three-ton truck out of this mud pit." The transport soldiers carrying guns have many carts and are very experienced. He felt that in this situation, at least seven or eight people had a chance to get this car out of the mud. He pointed to Rennes and Alice, who didn't move, and Andrea who opened the question and answer.
"Bum! Bum ...!" The car's engine turned again, and a roar roared violently. The wheels of the car suddenly turned. With the power of Bruce and Andre, the body flickered violently. This truck He rushed out of the quagmire and drove a few meters forward, stopping energeticly.
"If you don't mind ..." Ren said with a smile. "Can I get in the car together?"-
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