The Type 166 amphibious off-road vehicle ran wildly on the plain. Parsifal, who was sitting in the passenger seat, held on to the edge for fear of being knocked out of the vehicle.
This model, which was improved from the Type 82 "Bucket Truck" Jeep, was developed to meet the special environment of the Principality. It has a maximum speed of 88 kilometers per hour on flat ground. With the three-blade propeller at the tail lowered, it can reach a speed of 9.6 kilometers per hour in the water.
kilometers. In the mud-filled spring season, this off-road vehicle can travel relatively lightly.
Although it has such superior performance, in the final analysis, it is a military product. The first consideration is performance, durability and price, and ride comfort is always considered later. Coupled with the bumpy dirt road, Parsifal almost lost his life.
Spit out your breakfast.
All the mails had already been delivered to the garrison. After the soldiers saw the warm and bizarre letters of condolence, the overall reaction was quite good. One of the majors received a condolence letter signed "Angelina" and was
The passionate content and the bonus ribbon make you passionate and life-threatening.
He insisted on writing a reply and became a pen pal with that "Angelina". He wrote the reply on the spot and entrusted Parsifal to deliver it... I don't know when the major knew that the "Angelina" who made his heart flutter was actually a man.
, how would he react? Parsifal could only pray that the Chief would not be beaten to death.
At this point, his work should have been over. The next step was to return to Kharkov for a round with Natalia, take the train back to Brest Fortress, and then return to Alfheim. But he
What he never expected was that the Logistics Department headquarters sent an urgent transfer order and assigned him to participate in escorting important supplies.
It was not just one trip, but two trips. At the end of the order, it was stated that he had been temporarily transferred to the Prokhorovka Base Logistics Department to be responsible for coordinating and contacting the company's logistics work.
Looking at the seals of the Personnel Management Bureau, Logistics Department, and General Staff Department, Parsifal no longer felt like complaining.
This is no small job. No one would doubt the company's logistics system - low, almost devastatingly low. So much so that the General Staff has never been able to figure out why the Bears can rely on third-rate logistics and second-rate logistics.
tactics, and achieved first-class results. Could it be said that as long as the vodka is enough, these guys can keep fighting?
In any case, considering the harsh natural environment and the various shortcomings of the company itself, it is extremely difficult to support them behind the scenes to complete equipment upgrades. Support them in a high-intensity war? Even if the National Defense Forces Logistics Department has great powers,
It is not necessary to vomit blood due to exhaustion.
The transfer order did not clearly state why, let alone tell a young lieutenant important secrets. However, Parsifal still saw some clues from the types and quantities of goods on the transfer list that was sent later.
"Lieutenant. We're here."
The driver reminded in a low voice. Parsifal, who had recovered his thoughts, straightened his clothes and reached into his coat pocket.
The third checkpoint was right in front of us, and a second lieutenant walked out of the red-and-white-striped guard box. He leaned on his legs, saluted, and checked his documents. After a whole set of procedures was completed, the off-road vehicle finally drove into the core area of the warehouse. From a distance, he saw a forklift busy.
He kept building green boxes into a hill, and Parsifal couldn't help feeling his scalp numb.
Not only was I overwhelmed by the scenery of quantity and efficient operation, but also because I knew what was about to be released.
Among the many pieces of equipment of the National Guard, these gadgets are very inconspicuous and have relatively limited power. But in terms of cruelty, they are definitely among the top ten.
I'm afraid it will be difficult to face these guys with gadgets.
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While Parsifal was extremely busy, Murat was not idle either. He was almost exhausted from the seemingly endless official duties.
No matter by any standards, the construction and improvement of defense facilities are the responsibility of the fortress commander. For the sake of his official position, property and even his life, Count Kutparokin should be very concerned about this matter.
Especially in the current explosive situation, in the Brest Fortress at the forefront of the confrontation, the Count should be able to feel the pressure from various human actions and transform it into motivation to strengthen his own security.
However, to use the most polite words to describe it, Count Kutparokin's performance was also extremely disorganized and negative. The elves couldn't help but suspect that the furry bears didn't actually pay attention to this war, as if they thought they could do anything casually.
can win.
Of course, this confidence is not without reason. After all, based on past war experience, it will be difficult for the two sides stalemate on the border to launch an attack before the muddy spring season passes. The harsh natural environment will reduce the mobility of the troops and increase the supply shortage.
Difficulty, even if you launch a surprise attack, you will soon be stymied by the mud, unable to tear up the entire front in one breath and expand the results. When the principality recovers, the fresh troops ready to go will surround the human army that has lost its spirit, giving them
A lesson that will last a lifetime.
"Mr. Murat, our United Principality of Ross is a powerful country with the largest army in the world. So those monkeys... I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else. I just want to say that even with just one finger, we can
You can kill them all without leaving a single one behind. Do you understand, killing a group of intruders is as easy as killing a group of ants."
When talking about the upcoming conflict, the earl's speech can intuitively represent the common thoughts and qualities of the public - the most stupid, incompetent, and incompetent type among the peers that the elf soldiers have ever seen. They are careless.
His remarks and attitude are nothing but concrete manifestations of stupidity, incompetence and incompetence.
War has always been a field full of accidental and unplanned factors. Even the academically rigorous and meticulous staff of the General Staff of the Defense Forces do not dare to guarantee that there will only be one mode of war. As long as they make a perfect
The plan will definitely be realized. There will be no unexpected situations in the middle, and the final outcome must be the one they want. Therefore, every action, whether it is a designated plan or a specific
To implement the plan physically, the defense force went all out, both spiritually and materially, and did not dare to neglect at all. However, the soldiers of the principality did not care about this. Their commanders had only one basic logic: because they felt that this plan was very important.
Okay, so this plan is very good. There are no errors or risks, and there are no problems that cannot be solved, so it can be executed. And it will definitely achieve the expected results in the end...
Mother Goddess, this is the craziest scene Murat has ever seen in his career as a professional soldier.
Unfortunately, Murat could only shut up about this - the count was an important customer, and although no one in the company liked this "distinguished 280 pounds of meat", they could not afford to lose an important customer for the time being.
price, so we cannot criticize him or point out his mistakes. As for those principalities
Soldiers, they are even more unlucky. Unless the Count is suddenly called by the Mother God, or according to the words of the Supreme Archon of Alfheim - "thorough and in-depth treatment" of the Count "with sickle and hammer", they will not be able to
Do not continue to face this extremely dangerous situation until they themselves are called by Mother God.
The only good thing is that they still have a good supplier and have enough means to change the status quo.
Since receiving Captain Kolchak's "glorious record", v.e Company has been doing its best to provide supplies. A large amount of building materials have been allocated to the company as quickly as possible to provide support for the new army that is still under construction.
Muskets and instructors were provided, and some new gadgets were half sold and half given away.
"New stuff?"
The count tilted his neck, the silver spoon filled with caviar stopped in the air, his hairy face was full of doubts.
"It is our company's latest product. It is simpler and lighter than previous products, requires almost no maintenance, and its power can meet the needs of the principality."
Murat put on a humane smile, took out a deposit slip with the withdrawal password written on it from his arms, and pushed it in front of the count.
In less than a second, a considerate smile appeared on Count Kuropatkin's face, and he said, "I am looking forward to your company's products." His fat paws gathered the deposit certificate into his sleeves at an unimaginable speed.
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Murat's spine went cold when he saw the count's "affectionate" gaze. Murat hurriedly drank a glass of mineral water to hide his unnatural expression, but the goosebumps on his back still did not go away.
Not for the count's lustful eyes, but for those "new gadgets", the humans who will face these things, and the gray animals who are about to be baptized by guns.
Regardless of their position, these guys are really pitiful.
Sighing softly, Murat once again put on the mask of a smile and focused on destroying the fresh caviar together with the Count.)