A truck whizzes past the road, and Caljuus is awakened from his sleep by the noise. He lifted the blanket from himself and yawned.

Before this sleep, he had not rested for 40 hours in a row. As night fell, his tank was still moving forward.

The speed of the German attack was too fast, and such a speed relied on the troops to run out without sleep.

In fact, there were not many real battles, and most of the time the Germans used to rush non-stop after breaking through the lines of the Soviet defenders.

It may sound incredible, but in any human war, there is more time to rush than to attack.

An excellent general is a general who can restrain the troops, so that the troops can rush from the assembly place to the combat site without attrition.

In ancient times, when communication was incomplete, it was definitely a very hard job. Sometimes I had to go back and forth between the two ends of the team in person, constantly inspecting and supervising, so that a unit could move safely and steadily.

In modern warfare, information technology is becoming more and more powerful, and the troops are receiving more and more information.

But chaos still exists, especially in a vast area, and any army has to be tested by chaos.

Originally, when a modern mechanical army was advancing, it was not easy to fall into chaos. But this is only an ideal situation, and chaos is everywhere in reality.

Why is it that even today, 70 years later, the armies of various countries still take advantage of various conditions to conduct long-distance mobile training?

The reason is actually because there is a small chance that there will be a problem with countless individuals in a unit, and these problems accumulate and become a source of chaos.

If you don't use training to find these possible problems on a daily basis, then when the real problem arises, it will cause a series of chaos.

The Germans now had all sorts of problems, more than they had when they were training.

From Poland to the heart of the Soviet Union, the distance is much farther than the conquest of France.

After more than 200 kilometers of advance, the heavy weapons of the German troops have fallen into the stage of breakdown. Many tanks need maintenance, and many tanks fall behind due to various problems.

For example, the 505th Separate Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion had 40 Leopard tanks at the start of the war, 4 barrel trucks and 2 maintenance vehicles, and more than a dozen trucks at the battalion headquarters.

During the 10 days of fighting, not a single tank of this battalion was destroyed in the battle, which shows the excellence and advance of the design of the Leopard tank.

However, during the 10-day rush, a Leopard tank drove off the roadbed and crashed into the drainage ditch because the driver was too tired, causing the gearbox to be damaged and left behind.

Two tanks were also parked halfway due to a breakdown and have not returned to the team until now. Even more unfortunate was that another tank was hit by a mine, which directly blew up two load wheels and paralyzed on the side of the road.

The mine-damaged Leopard tank also recorded the first casualty after the 505th Tank Battalion started the battle.

Five members of the vehicle, the driver and radio operator were killed, and the commander, gunner, and loader were wounded.

It is precisely because of this incident that the officers and soldiers of the 505 Tank Battalion realized the cruelty of the war and saw the real death with their own eyes.

In the old days, they sat in the most powerful tank in the world, and it was enough to fire at the enemy from a distance.

This kind of battle is simple and lacks a sense of realism, so the officers and soldiers of the 505th Armored Battalion can treat such a war so normally.

But now, such days are over, and some of them have friends who have died, and they have seen the tenacity of the enemy.

Lifting the curtain of the tent door, Karjus squinted at the sun overhead. The whole battalion was ordered to rest here for 10 hours, and now it is estimated that it is almost time to eat.

War not only makes people stay up late, but it also disrupts everyone's eating time. From the beginning of the Soviet-German war, most of the German Führer to the grassroots soldiers of the German army probably did not have time to eat on time.

Tyr was still sleeping in his tent, messily covered with his military uniform, enjoying his sweet dreams.

In the other tent, it was not so comfortable, because of the treatment, the gun commander and the commander enjoyed the double tent, while the other three had to squeeze into a tent.

When I think about it, I feel passionate, and the three big men in the tent are huddled together and snoring, which is really a picture that makes people cry and laugh.

On the road, the car, towing large-caliber artillery, drove slightly bumpy past the tent of Caljus.

On the roadbed on both sides, the German soldiers carried their weapons and hurried forward one by one, walking listlessly.

It was not a pleasant thing to travel on two legs, and they would not have walked much faster than a mechanized army for a day.

As infantrymen, they can only keep walking like this, always following behind like this. Wait until the end of the war, or wait until the tank unit meets the city and stop yourself.

Tasting the dust kicked up by the car, these soldiers, who have not bathed for ten days, are the most powerful army in the world.

If you just look at their clothes and the miserable appearance of their full beards, it is estimated that it is difficult to associate them with the word combat effectiveness.

Climbing into his own tank and picking out a worn-out mug from the luggage rack behind the turret, Karjus yawned again with a tired sigh.

Along the way, he had passed so many places that he couldn't even remember where he was.

They fought in Tobinka, and then captured Kobrin. From there, we advanced to Belyozha.

Fighting one after another, rushing day after day. He looked numbly at the scattered Soviet soldiers, dejected and guarded, as he walked past the tracks of his tank.

Pouring a glass of water from a gasoline drum, Karyus began to clean his mouth with his own toothbrush.

It had been days since he had had time to brush his teeth and wash his face, his body was covered in oil, and there was sand in his mouth as if it was rubbing and rolling.

After rinsing his mouth, he spat out the liquid that he didn't know if it was gasoline or water, and Karjus didn't know the difference between brushing his teeth and not brushing his teeth.

Now his mouth is full of the smell of gasoline, which is as refreshing as adding 92 gasoline. After rinsing his mouth several times, Karyus poured the rest of the water into his stomach.

The last time a performance troupe in the army came to the labor army, when was it? In my mind, such a question suddenly appeared absurdly.

looked at his black armor uniform, which had been rubbed a little bit because of the oil stains.

I don't know if those enthusiastic and unrestrained girls will like such armored soldiers. I vaguely remember that the last time they were very popular with the girls, many girls threw the garlands around their necks at the armorers.

It's just that at that time, they were wearing dresses and deliberately taking a shower, which was definitely not the sloppy appearance they are now.

"I don't know when we'll be able to go to Moscow and tie that damn stupid pig to a crawler and crush him to death." Karjus muttered as he placed the cup in the shelf behind the tank's turret.

Next to the cup is one machine gun drum after another, and the attacking armored units will always try their best to bring more ammunition in case they need it.

Closing the lid of the glove compartment and looking at the turret, which looked square because of the glove compartment, Karjus felt that his stomach was almost drumming with hunger.

There are no field food trucks to provide good food service, and even if there are, they are high-level command areas such as military headquarters.

Soldiers in war spend half of their time preparing what they eat, and this situation is no exception.

"Cards!" Another box hanging on the outside of the turret was locked, and the keys were in the hands of the tank commander.

It contained valuables carried by a tank, such as a stripper's picture book, or luxury items such as cigarettes and chocolates...... Or canned vegetables and other foods.

In battle, ammunition can be exchanged with each other, but food must be properly kept. It's nothing to have a few bullets stolen from someone, just steal them back.

But if someone steals two cans, you'll never get them back. Any food is precious, more precious than life.

Looking at the not quiet camp, with a few soldiers on duty standing on high ground in the distance, Karyus twisted his can.

Little by little, until the edge of the lid of the entire can was unscrewed, he lifted the iron sheet and stuffed the fork in.

Inside, it doesn't smell very good, but it's already a rare delicacy on the front line. Caljuus shoved it into his mouth as he looked at the road in the distance.

Infantry still marching with weapons on the side of the road, most of them still carrying Mauser 98K rifles, but the proportions are quite small.

There are also people with MP-38 submachine guns around their necks, which looks a little more classy. And those soldiers with assault rifles on their backs are all non-commissioned officers and lieutenants with flowers on their shoulders.

These people walked forward in an orderly manner, and the road around them had changed its appearance at this moment.

The towed guns had already driven over, followed by trucks one after another. There was something strange in the bed of these trucks, which was also covered with canvas.

Needless to say, Caljuus also knew that those strangely shaped weapons covered in canvas were the legendary pipe organ, the terrible weapon known as the Führer's hammer.

After taking a bite of luncheon meat, Karyus felt that he was about to be moved to tears: the salty flour meat with the smell of gasoline was so delicious.