Two days later, after dealing with my injuries, I was ready to go.

In the past two days, I have learned that I have traveled back to the Second World War, but this World War II is only a vague concept: the main thing is that the country I belong to now is not the Third Reich, but the United Kingdom of Germany. The leader was not Hitler, and the ruling class was not a Nazi party, but the Democratic Party, a large party of civilian, civilian, and industrial people who had suffered much from post-war exploitation. As for the reason for the war, it was that Germany's secret plan to build up the military industry was exposed.

Britain and France could not allow such a Germany to exist, so they decided to take the initiative to attack Germany. The British army landed from northern Europe and tried to encircle it on both eastern and western fronts and directly destroy Germany. On the Western Front, however, the Germans cleverly bypassed the Maginot Line, which the French were so proud of, and made their way to Paris at lightning speed. The British, who were encircling from the east, were met with a strong counterattack from the Polish army, which was aided by Germany. In the end, the British army in Sweden, surrounded by the German-Polish ** team, had no choice but to retreat from the Skagerrak Strait. The Anglo-French forces in Western Europe were divided into two groups, one to the British mainland and the other to Libya and Egypt.

I'm in Elgeria right now, and I'm going to fight in Hammamet, north-east of Tunisia. On the bumpy car, look behind you and see the yellow sand rolling. I talked to Hans about ordnance again, because German tank technology was relatively advanced at that time, so it was able to dominate the battlefield in France. What surprised me the most was that there were no airplanes, and Hans told me that he had never heard of anything like that, and that he didn't know about the Wright brothers. At present, land warfare mainly relies on tanks and infantry, while the supremacy of naval warfare is still battleships. After that, I learned a lot about tanks from Hans, and we made a pact: Hans would lead the entire squad for me until I fully understood strategy and tactics, and I would only be in charge of the position of commander.

In this place of yellow sand, this jeep is moving fast against the wind. Although there was a windshield in the way, it was a convertible after all, and I didn't know how much sand I ate during the chat. Finally, after I don't know how long we had been in that broken car, our car arrived in a town.

"I'll go and call them." Hans told me earlier that the tank team I led would follow us from here, and that our tanks were waiting for us in Hammamet.

Soon I saw Hans and two other men urging the rest of the soldiers to get into the two trucks, and I sensed that the man standing with Hans was a little too thin. When the soldiers were in the car, Hans and the two men came running over. When I got closer, I realized that the skinny person turned out to be a woman! With a heroic face and neat short hair, it gives people a lean feeling.

"Lieutenant Report, Sergeant Major Vincent is here to report!"

It was another man who spoke first, and my gaze swept over him. With his blue eyes, short blonde hair, straight and slender body, and that kind of vitality that exudes from the inside out, it gives people the first impression that he is an athlete, not a soldier.

"Lieutenant Report, Corporal Leona is here to report!" This time it was the voice of the female soldier.

"Okay, get in the car and talk slowly." I let them into the car, and the jeep was full.

Sergeant Major Vincent and Corporal Leona were the commanders of the two tanks in my squad, and Hans and I were the other two. Since the specific combat order had not yet come down, we chatted about family life.

Vincent was definitely the most active in this car, telling us that his hometown is in Beck, just outside Duisburg in the Ruhr area, and that his home is on the banks of the Rhine. He worked as a salesman in a small shop and was later drafted into the army. During the blitzkrieg attack on France, he was the first to attack, destroying several enemy vehicles. After the war, he was promoted to sergeant major, changed from driver to commander, and was transferred to the African battlefield.

Leona came from a military family in Hamburg, and she also had a younger sister. Her dream as a child was to open a small shop and spend ordinary days with her small shop. However, because of family reasons, she could only choose to join the army. Because of her anger, she did not follow her father's advice to join the navy, but joined the armored forces. When her father heard that she was a tank soldier, he flew into a rage, and he was almost to the point of breaking off the father-daughter relationship. Speaking of this, Leona smiled bitterly.

Hans, on the other hand, was a regular cadet. However, during the school period, he took a year off due to a sudden illness, and when he was ready to continue his studies, he joined the army directly because of the outbreak of war, which is precise, and graduated early. Hans pushed his eyes and said, "Those things taught in the military academy are really boring, only when I go to the battlefield and go through those battles do I really feel that my choice is not wrong." ”

"Sergeant Hans, you are such a man! I still want to come back and the battle is over. If Miss Leona opens a store, I'll be a salesperson, and you can be an accountant or something, you look like a Sven, I didn't expect your heart to be so wild! Vincent said jokingly.

"You're wild at heart! And you, stop laughing! Sick head. Hans put his hand on the steering wheel with one hand and pointed the other at me. I was inexplicably shot, and it was a bit of a tragedy, but most of all, Vincent took a keen interest in me, a person with a "sick head", and Leona waited with anticipation to hear my story. In desperation, I could only tell them about me. Leona expressed pity for my amnesiac experience, while Vincent expressed surprise at surviving the exploding tank.

"I say, Vincent, isn't there something wrong with your focus?"

"How can it be, I am showing concern for my superior, I want to know every skill of my superior, I will be sad that you misunderstand a loyal subordinate like this."

"No, it's not a skill anyway. And I don't want to come a second time! ”

"Haha~~'

In this way, we talked and laughed all the way, and the noisy engine of the jeep could not hide our laughter. Strangely, I never felt the sand again.

After two days, the convoy arrived at our destination, Hammamet.