The Type 166 amphibious off-road vehicle was running wildly on the plains, and Parsifal, who was sitting in the co-pilot, grabbed the edge for fear of being thrown out of the car.

Developed to meet the Principality's unique conditions, this model was developed to meet the special conditions of the Principality, with a maximum speed of 88 km/h on flat ground and a three-bladed propeller thruster at the rear of the road, capable of driving at 9.6 km/h in water. In the muddy spring, this off-road vehicle can also be driven relatively lightly.

Despite such superior performance, in the final analysis, it is a military product. Performance, durability and price were the top priorities, ride comfort was always a secondary consideration, and with the potholes on the dirt road, Parsifal almost threw up his breakfast.

The mail had already been delivered to the garrison, and the soldiers had a pretty good overall response when they saw the warm and bizarre condolence letters. One of the majors, after receiving a letter of condolence signed "Angelina", was so excited by the enthusiastic content and the ribbon that it was enclosed that he had to die or die to become a pen pal with the "Angelina", and wrote a reply on the spot, entrusting Parsifal to pass it on...... Not knowing how the major would react when he knew that "Angelina" who had made his heart sprout was actually a man, Parsifal could only pray that the section chief would not be killed.

By the end of Ben, his work should have been over. All that remains is to return to Kharkov and Natalia rounds, take the train back to the Brest fortress, and then return to Yarfheim. But what he never expected was that the headquarters of the logistics department sent an urgent order. He was assigned to escort important supplies.

It was not a one-trip or two-trip incidental work, and at the end of the order it was noted that he had been temporarily transferred to the logistics department of the Prokhorovka base, which was responsible for coordinating and liaising with the logistics of the principality army.

Looking at the seals of the Personnel Management Bureau, the Logistics Department, and the General Staff, Parsifal didn't even feel in the mood to complain.

This is no small job, and no one can doubt the logistics system of the Principality Army - low, almost ruined. So much so that the General Staff has never been able to understand why the woolly bears can rely on third-rate logistics and second-rate tactics to achieve first-class results. Could it be that as long as there are enough vodka tubes, these guys can keep fighting?

In any case, taking into account the harsh natural environment and the disadvantages of the principality army itself. Behind the scenes, it's hard enough to support them through their gear upgrades. Supporting them in a high-intensity war? Even if the logistics department of the defense force has great powers, it must vomit blood from exhaustion.

The order did not specify why, let alone tell a small lieutenant important secrets, but the types and quantities of goods on the transfer list that followed. Parsifal still saw some clues.

"Lieutenant. We're here. ”

The driver reminded in a whisper. Retracting his thoughts, Parsifal straightened his clothes and reached into his jacket pocket.

The third checkpoint was in sight, and a second lieutenant stepped out of the red-and-white striped booth. Leaning on the legs, saluting, checking the documents, after a set of procedures, the off-road vehicle finally drove into the core area of the warehouse. Seeing the forklift busy from afar, building a hill of green boxes, Parsifal couldn't help but feel a tingling in his scalp.

Not only was I overwhelmed by the quantity and efficiency of the scenery, but I knew what was about to be sent.

Among the many pieces of equipment of the Wehrmacht, these things are very inconspicuous and relatively limited. But when it comes to cruelty, it is definitely in the top ten.

It's going to be hard to deal with these gadgets.

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While Parsifal was so busy that he was stinking to death, Murat was not idle, as if the never-ending official business almost exhausted him half to death.

By any standard, the construction and improvement of defense facilities is the duty of the commander of the fortress, and for the sake of his position, property, and even his life, Count Kutparokin should be very attentive to this matter.

Especially in the current situation, in the Brest Fortress, which is at the forefront of the confrontation, the Count should be able to feel the pressure from the actions of the human beings and turn them into motivation to strengthen his own security.

However, to put it mildly, Count Kutparokin's appearance is also extremely loose and negative. The elves can't help but suspect that the furry bears don't really value this war, as if they think they can win by doing something casually.

Of course, this confidence is not without reason, after all, according to the experience of past wars, it will be difficult for both sides of the stalemate on the border to attack until the muddy spring has passed. The harsh natural environment will reduce the mobility of the troops, increase the difficulty of supply, and even if they launch a surprise attack, they will quickly be stumped by mud, and they will not be able to tear through the entire battle line in one go and expand the results of the battle. When the principality recovers, the new army will surround the human army that has lost its sharpness, and give them a lesson that will last a lifetime.

"Mr. Murat, our United Rus' Principality is a powerful nation, with the largest army in the world. So those monkeys...... Sorry, I didn't mean anything else. I'm just trying to say that with just one finger, we can kill them all, and not a single one of them will be left. You know, killing a pack of intruders is as easy as crushing a pack of ants? ”

Speaking of the impending conflict, the Count's speech was a direct representation of the general thinking of the Duchy Army and the most stupid, incompetent, and incompetent of their peers the Elven soldiers had ever seen. Their careless statements and attitudes are nothing more than a concrete manifestation of stupidity, incompetence and incompetence.

War has always been a field full of accidental and unplanned elements, and even the group of pedantic staff officers of the General Staff of the Defense Forces dare not say that war will only exist in one mode, and that as long as a perfect plan is made, it will definitely be realized. There will be no surprises in between, and the final outcome must be the one they want. Therefore, in every operation, whether it is a designated plan or a specific execution, the defense forces are going all out from the spirit to the material, and they dare not slack off in the slightest. And the soldiers of the principality did not care about this, their commanders had only one basic logic: because they felt that the plan was good, the plan was good, there were no mistakes and risks, and there were no problems that could not be solved, so it could be carried out. And in the end, you will definitely get the desired effect......

Mother Goddess is above, this is the craziest scene Murat has ever seen in his career as a professional soldier.

Unfortunately, Murat had no choice but to keep his mouth shut about this - the Count was an important customer, and although no one in the company liked the "noble 280 pounds of meat", they could not afford to lose an important customer for the time being, so they could not criticize or point out his mistakes. As for the duchy soldiers, they were even more unlucky, unless the count was suddenly summoned by the Mother God, or as the Supreme Archon of Alfheim put it, "with a sickle and a hammer" to give the count a "thorough and deep treatment", they would have to continue to face this extremely dangerous situation until they themselves were called by the Mother God.

The only good thing is that they also have a good supplier who has the means to make a difference.

From the moment it received Colonel Kolchak's "glorious record", V.E Company has been providing supplies as much as it can, transferring a large amount of building materials to the Principality Army as quickly as possible, providing muskets and instructors for the new army that is still under construction, and half-selling and half-giving away some new gadgets.

"New gadget?"

The Count tilted his neck, the silver spoon full of caviar stopped in mid-air, and his hairy face was full of doubt.

"It's our latest product, which is simpler, lighter, and hardly maintenance-free than previous products, and WEILI can meet the needs of the Principality. ”

With a human smile, Murat took out a deposit slip with the withdrawal code written on it from his bosom and pushed it in front of the earl.

In less than a second, Count Kuropatkin also had an understanding smile on his face as he said, "I'm looking forward to your company's products." The chubby paws tucked the deposit slip into the sleeve with unimaginable speed.

Seeing a chill down his spine from the earl's "affectionate" gaze, Murat hurriedly drank a glass of mineral water to hide her unnatural expression, but the goosebumps on her back still did not disappear.

Not for the Earl's passionate eyes, but for the "new things", the humans who will face these things, and the gray animals who are about to baptize themselves with guns.

Regardless of position, these guys are really pathetic.

Gently spitting away the sigh, Murat put on the smiling mask again, and together with the Count, he focused on destroying the fresh caviar. (To be continued......)