This time our entry into the canyon was not as smooth as last time, the little tricks had run out, and now it was a hard-fought showdown.

I watched the demining vehicle slowly move forward, and the demining head mounted in front of the old Type III A tank kept sweeping the sandy surface, and one mine after another exploded, blowing up the demining head, but the III tank was unmoved, and continued to move on, as if we were indestructible.

Since it is the battle in the valley that makes it particularly important to break through the key points, we do not have to cast a wide net and sacrifice a lot of troops to break through the enemy's position like the battle on the plains, but it is still somewhat difficult to break through from a narrow place where the enemy has already set up a fire net.

In this way, we have captured their territory, but with more land, the number of troops needed to defend will naturally increase, and because it is because of the valley, the speed of the reinforcement has been seriously affected, and the burden of the British is now transferred to us. Constantly using sparrow attacks, testing every defense, and breaking through immediately when you poke out of a weak zone.

These British men have been harassing us tirelessly, and I, as the commander of the mobile unit, have reached a point of abhorrence about this. As the "battlefield fire brigade" we were divided into two groups, Vincent and I each led three tanks, frequently traveling to various areas to patch the defensive line.

"Alright, we're going to the next place again." We had just helped one position to push the enemy back when we received a call for help from another.

In fact, after nearly four hours of fighting, there were only one or two places where we really needed our assistance, and the enemy retreated as soon as they discovered the arrival of reinforcements, and the terrain limited us, making the pursuit plan a fool's dream. In short, although we have not done much damage, we have been passive.

Amphitri said with a bitter face, but helplessly: "What? So fast? I said don't worry, I'll fill up the gas first. Sergeant Hans, help me get the oil drums. ”

"Huh? Why me? Hans felt his name be incredulous, "Isn't your crew resting?" I'm still busy. ”

"Busy with what? Busy shoving that piece of bread in your mouth in your hand? Come on, I think you're the most idle. I watched her direct Hans's antics and finally couldn't hold back my laughter, but who thought about it caught her attention, she pointed at me and said, "That giggler over there is you!" Don't look at others! Come and fill me with oil. ”

Who asked me to choose her when I was assigned, and I can only consider myself unlucky. While Hans and I were refueling, Hans asked something I'd always wanted to ask: "Amphitri, it's not that I mean to look down on you, but how did you get to the rank of sergeant?" ”

Unexpectedly, when she heard Hans's unintentional words, the smile on her face suddenly froze. She turned her face to the side and muttered, "You don't care."

Hearing this, Hans Ke was very energetic, usually because he likes to use safe tactics, he is often ridiculed by Amphitri, and there are not many opportunities to catch her like this. There has been speculation about his promotion to the ranks. (This does not include the reason for the transfer of interpersonal relationships, because Hans is a firm believer in the supremacy of strength, he is not interested in personnel, and thinks that the rank of the military should have a corresponding degree of ability, not a corresponding degree of military merit, so most of the speculation is also for Amphitri to make war merits on the battlefield because of the bargain, so he was promoted, etc.)

When Hans said this, her face became more and more ugly, and I saw that she suddenly stood up and looked down at us from the car, which was clearly an explosion, and I thought that Hans's end had come, and I was about to leave him, so as not to splash my blood.

Amphitri just shouted: "Little Hans cub, don't be arrogant, one day I will use my strength to let you see Miss Ben surpass you, when the time comes, hum"

Then she laughed to herself, and the louder she laughed, the louder she became, and she couldn't stop the car at all, so she patted Hans on the shoulder and said, "It's over, you see you're forcing other people's children, now it's okay, it's crazy." For the sake of our brothers, let me be a witness for your sin. ”

After that, there was no doubt that Hans and I were chased and beaten by a certain lady

After this episode, our tired hearts can be somewhat relaxed. We were on our way to the next position, and due to the long distance, we were all nibbling on bread. Yes, you read that right, it's all hands! Yorkson was nibbling on bread while driving a tank, and the guy was acting like an acrobat in a circus, and I handed him the water as he watched him scramble.

“Danku。” Yorkson took the kettle as he ate his bread.

"Huh? What do you say? Danku?It's Danke, swallow what is in your mouth and talk. "Looking at his hard work, I really admire him.

He didn't speak, just nodded.

I looked at Roy next to me, and it seemed that he was really hungry, and he didn't bother to talk to Yorkson, but kept shoving bread into his mouth.

At the next stronghold, after our reinforcements had arrived, the British performed again what we had seen me several times - retreat.

Looking at the retreating British troops, I was helpless, so I could only grit my teeth and spit at the mouth. I asked the rear for a return of supplies, and when it was confirmed, we returned.

On the way, Roy suddenly received contact from the rear and handed me the headphones and microphones.

"Call 096 and 217 armored patrol groups, hear please answer, on the side of repeating, 096 and 217 teams hear please answer."

"Group 096 received."

"Group 217 received."

I heard my group read in the newsletter, and who knows what the mission will be this time.

"Now you two groups quickly rush to position 7, and the speed should be fast." His tone was hurried, but I had heard it so many times this day that my mind was inevitably paralyzed.

"Group 217 received it, and is now rushing to the scene of the incident, and the communication is over." I put down the microphone and sighed.

"What's the matter, you're rushing to support again?" Natel asked.

"No, there was another 'sparrow' at Position 7, and we were ordered to drive him back to the birdcage. Really, the support in the rear is just ink, and it can't be done with the slightest bit of reinforcing the position, what is this called just letting us run around"