"Uh...ah, Commander? Ah, our regimental commander is behind you. If you continue to walk along the road for a while, you will see his barrel truck. It should be like this."
The thin man who called himself Calvus looked in the direction of the friendly directions and seemed to have found the location of the barrel truck described. Then he turned back, smiled, and spoke quietly again.
"Okay, thank you, see you when you have the chance."
"..."
The cross-legged gunner took advantage of the gap when the tank stopped to get out of the turret, and was sitting on the edge of the turret smoking. Seeing that Kalvus turned back so quickly, he couldn't help but speak repeatedly.
"Aren't you going to pee? I plan to finish smoking this one..."
Calvus, who climbed onto the vehicle in three steps and two steps at a time, did not speak directly until he climbed back onto the turret and entered the commander's position with only his upper body still supported outside the turret.
The gunner, who was still sitting on the edge of the turret puffing away smoke, replied.
"No one will stop you from smoking. You can continue to smoke while the car is moving. We have to move on. There will be work to do soon."
"...Then you have the final say."
The King Tiger, which is huge in size and has a total combat weight approaching the 70-ton mark, slowly rises again after a burst of black smoke. Although this overly huge and bulky super tank has staggering protection and super firepower, Karl
Almost every member of the Us crew is worried that their precious car may break down at any time, become paralyzed on the roadside, or become unable to move on the battlefield.
After all, this kind of thing has been happening since the day when the equipment was changed. The average number of hours between failures stated in the manual and the vehicle crew manual cannot be reached at all. It is pure nonsense. This makes people unavoidable.
I wonder where those factory-tested mean hours between failures came from? Did some bastard just guess a number and write it down?
Maybe someone knows the truth, but it is not the soldiers who use this thing to fight on the front line. The feeling of life-saving equipment that is related to life and death being treated so carelessly is not a good thing for any armored soldier.
"There is something wrong with the first road wheel on the right side and the gearbox, and I always smell the smell of burning rubber in the car. I don't know how long this crap can last."
The gunner Kamer, who was smoking a cigarette, was worried that his weak vehicle might break down at any time and trap someone. He leaned half out of the turret and looked at the infantry formation passing by the tank, while constantly looking for the barrel truck Karl.
Us, he just replied without thinking and as if he didn't care.
"The hydraulic sealing ring of the steering gear is an old problem. When the turret rotates too much, it will inevitably smell like rubber. Did you only know about it today?"
Calvus deliberately asked a rhetorical question, hoping that he could make a joke to relieve the gunner's bad mood, but in response, the latter still showed a disgusted face and refused to buy it.
"Oh, it's an old problem. Tiger One has it. But at least it's the smell of the Russians who were killed by us without leaving any trace behind. Unlike now, I smell like German corpses being covered and roasted in iron coffins.
Burnt smell."
"..."
If he hadn't caught sight of the particularly conspicuous barrel truck, perhaps Kalvus would have stayed on the turret and chatted awkwardly with the gunner for a while.
But at the moment, Karvus, who was anxious to find someone to quickly confirm the situation, could no longer care about arguing with the gunner. The person sitting in the barrel truck was probably the real target he was looking for.
"Hey, stop! Please stop! I have something to ask!"
The officer sitting in the co-pilot's seat of the barrel truck put his big-brimmed hat low, covering the squad leader's face. He looked a little drowsy while sitting in his seat. He did not see a burst of light coming from the tank.
The armored commander who jumped down was coming towards him, so he ordered the driver to pull over until the armored commander quickly ran in front of the car and stopped the car.
"Huh? Who is this guy? Where does he come from?"
The momentary shaking caused by the sudden stop of the car woke up the German lieutenant colonel who was indeed drowsy. Unne, who had just suffered a defeat, was not in a good mood at the moment.
It was because I was in a bad mood that I just wanted to stare for a while and not think about those annoying things. Naturally, I would not be in a good mood if I was suddenly disturbed from taking a nap.
"Name and unit, tell me, Lieutenant."
Wu En, who had a bad face on his face, saw that the other party's military rank was so much lower than his own, so he started asking questions in a stiff tone, as if it was a good thing that he didn't curse on the spot.
Among the long-faced German soldiers, Calvus's face is considered to be one of the more benign. In addition, his young age gives people a childish, child-like feeling, which also makes Lieutenant Colonel Unn convinced that he
The rookie in front of me shouldn't be that difficult to deal with. When you are in a bad mood, you need to handle it a little bit. This will at least make you feel more comfortable.
Facing the lieutenant colonel in front of him who was far above him in military rank, he made unkind remarks. Calvus, who was used to seeing this kind of situation, was able to deal with it easily. He did not choose to retaliate in a harsh tone but continued to respond with a smile.
"Commander of the 1st Company of the 502nd Heavy Armored Battalion, Otto Kalvus, we were ordered to stop the Soviet armored forces. We received reports that they had mobilized a large number of tanks and were approaching us in depth. We were planning to continue advancing,
Have you seen any traces of the enemy?"
"..."
"To block the Soviet armored forces? Just you? And you still have so few vehicles???"
After hearing this, Lieutenant Colonel Unn saw the eight huge King Tigers lined up neatly behind Calvus. Instead of feeling any excitement or joy, he poured cold water on Calvus on the spot.
"It's impossible, Lieutenant, don't overestimate your own strength, and don't underestimate those Russians."
"In fact, we were just repelled by a heavy armored force of the Russians. I'm not sure if they are the one you mentioned, but they are indeed powerful and have many of the latest heavy tanks."
"If you plan to fight them with only this small force, I advise you to go back to your commander to report the situation and ask him to send a large force, otherwise there will be no chance. There may still be only them in the village of Marinovo behind me
As the vanguard of the village, my judgment is that even if you can achieve a temporary victory, you will never be able to control this village for a long time. We have lost control of this area and must retreat."
Lieutenant Colonel Unn, who spoke in a low tone, raised his hand and raised his right hand to his ear without looking back. He used his thumb to poke back to indicate to Calvus the village behind him that had just been occupied by the enemy.
If you're looking for a fight, the enemy is there, and that's the goal.
This is what Lieutenant Colonel Unn's words meant to Calvus.
"Understood, how many enemies are there in the village? Please tell me some details. It sounds like your troops should be fighting them directly, right?"