Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 56: Anti-aircraft guns are put down, military court!

Chapter 56: Anti-aircraft guns are put down, military court!
After dinner, Wolfe picked a small thorn from a roadside bush and sat under his parasol to pick his teeth.

Ryan didn't let the artillerymen from the 4th Battalion eat with him, so he was very relaxed now.

In addition, he had been promoted to non-commissioned officer before, so he could choose to go to the officers' mess for extra meals in the camp, so he never ate in the non-commissioned officers' mess since he came to Strasbourg.

But the Empire's non-commissioned officers' mess is actually not much different from the officers' mess.

Because there was only one extra cigarette at each meal in the officers' mess, and the seats were all together, except for the windows.

It cost a pfennig more—cigarettes cost money.

Ryan felt that his way of playing was a bit abstract, and then he listened to what Wolfe said about if you don’t smoke and I don’t smoke, how the Empire can build cannons.

Then he left Wolfe alone.

the other side.

Ryan felt that Brian was not in good condition today, so he slipped away quickly.

As soon as he left the staff headquarters, he went to the Thalia restaurant next to the staff headquarters and had a bowl of yellow noodles with tomato sauce and meat sauce.

This thing is much worse than instant noodles or ramen, only the sauce is okay.

Ryan first wondered whether he should take over the kitchen car, then he took a walk and caught Wolf lying on the lawn.

This guy got a piece of butter as big as a soap from somewhere, and I don't know who he learned it from, but he kept rubbing it on his new Ruger P08.

"stand up."

Ryan kicked Wolfe in the ass with the side of his boot, knocking off a large amount of mud that had been stuck on it. "What are you doing?"

Wolfe immediately stood up, the P08 in his hand emitting a strong aroma. "The big brother from the third platoon of the second battalion is from my hometown. His sister sent a lot of butter to clean the gun."

"Wipe it with food?" Ryan was a little overwhelmed by the smell and waved his hand in front of his nose several times. "Who taught you that?"

"Schultz."

Schultz was the old sergeant's name.

"He taught you this?"

Ryan was puzzled.

"His father taught him this. He was a hunter back then. He said it brings good luck this way." Wolfe rubbed some butter on the last part that was not wiped, kissed the gun body, and put the gun back into the holster.

Ryan had only one idea about this - abstraction.

But he also knew that Wolfe would not actually use this thing to clean the moving parts inside the gun, so he didn't bother with it.

"Going to the rear." He kicked Wolfe's shoes again.

"Where? Hey! Get a car." Wolf adjusted his hat and immediately waved to a passing military vehicle. "Where are you going?"

"Stuttgart!" said the soldier driving the car.

Ryan took out a cigarette and handed it over: "Then take us to General Schubert's headquarters."

The soldier took the cigarette, then smiled and opened the car door.

A few hours later.

It was probably around four o'clock in the afternoon.

When Wolfe drove a military truck, pulling a carriage full of wheels and dragging a ten-ton Knuber K13 150mm caliber artillery back to the city of Mulhouse, he still felt like he was dreaming.

But you can't blame him.

After all, Wolfe had never seen someone like Ryan who could grab a lot of equipment from the friendly forces in the rear just by talking.

At the beginning, before reaching the front line, an overstaffed assault company was pulled here.

Then, before the end of the night, two more 77mm guns were brought in.

it's good now.

We just arrested a Lieutenant Colonel Farlan this morning, although he was an acting commander.

At noon, three cannons, several trucks and two motorcycles were directly taken from the artillery general Schubert's troops.

This guy is just treating logistics like his wife.

Wolfe had never seen anyone so good at getting supplies in his life.

He dared to swear that when he was a new recruit, the major in the recruit camp who boasted every day did not dare to brag like this to others.

And now Wolfe is driving one of the trucks that were pulled over.

"Captain," he said, carefully driving the car past the church gate and onto the cobblestone cement road out of the city. Only then did he have the heart to chat with Ryan, "How did you get these cannons?"

"hold head high?"

Ryan happened to be catching up on his sleep. He hadn't rested for a second since yesterday, and was woken up by Wolf after only half an hour of sleep: "Are these cannons?" He pulled himself up by the handle beside him, then looked at the wheels of the truck and the K13 towed through the cargo hold at the back, and then spoke.

"Don't ask, you're such a jerk."

"Ah?" Wolfe was stunned for a moment, thinking that Ryan was scolding him.

Then Ryan muttered again: "I shouldn't have said such a mean thing at a time like that, damn it."

After he finished speaking, he felt as if he had gone crazy, and the rattling sound of the car turned into the rumbling sound of the dirt road.

To the front line.

Ryan suddenly became alert. He sat up, rubbed his face fiercely, leaned back against the wooden board, and lit a cigarette: "Slow down, honk the horn, and tell the people behind to prepare to change the wheel."

"Change it now?" Wolfe stopped the car immediately, and the motorcycle in front also stopped, and began to take out several jacks from the car body.

Ryan jumped out of the car first, stood aside and directed the engineers.

"The three welded wheels are installed at the back, and the two welded wheels are installed at the front."

"Hey there, take off the artillery tow hook, do you want to be crushed to death by a car?"

The sound of cursing was heard everywhere, and it was during this time that the soldiers of the Second Battalion, who had completed their rest, gathered around the convoy.

The soldiers looked at the three big machines in front of them excitedly, and there was a look of disbelief in their eyes when they looked at Ryan.

They continued to garrison the Vosges front tonight.

If we have these things, then even if the Falcons send an army, it won’t be a problem!

The people of the Fourth Battalion will set out later because they were three hours late in evacuating - and they are still sleeping.

The assault company did not withdraw.

This was Brinkman's request.

She felt that the assault company had won two great victories, and staying at the front line at this time would help maintain stable morale. Ryan thought there was nothing wrong with her suggestion, so he entrusted the soldiers of the communications company to deliver a truck of milk and three sheep at noon as a snack for them.

Ryan was actually thinking about asking a local restaurant to prepare a few large pots of stewed pork ribs and send them up, but when he remembered that he had already sent a truck of milk, he gave up the idea.

Eating too much good food will cause diarrhea, and he doesn't want to waste the precious assault company he has earned.

at the same time.

The task of changing the wheels did not waste much time.

In less than an hour, all the cars had new wide wheels.

"Where are we going, Captain Fligg."

Two second lieutenants in artillery regiment uniforms trotted over to Ryan from a hundred meters away. They were the commanders of the artillery crew and also the drivers of the ammunition trucks.

Ryan didn't answer them immediately, but took a look at the system map first.

The previous victory allowed the Empire to advance four kilometers into the territory of Farlan on the border of the system map.

Although the Empire did not advance, Ryan judged based on his own experience that if the Imperial Army launched an offensive at this time, the border line on the map would be the front line predetermined by the Farlans.

He turned his gaze to the slopes of the Vosges Mountains in the distance. After some searching, he used the map to find a slope that just happened to hit the "new" border line marked on the map, but the Farlanes could not confirm it with the naked eye because of the slopes in between.

Even better.

The artillery on this slope does not need to fire high-altitude missiles.

A straight shot is enough.

Exit from the map immediately.

Ryan took out a map and circled the corresponding locations.

The two lieutenants were startled by the location he drew: "Can this be reached?"

They had never seen a ten-ton artillery piece climb to such a dangerous position.

But Ryan didn't give them a chance to speak.

He patted the two lieutenants on the shoulders.

"Let's go, girls."

　I'm an idiot.

　　Scheduled until tomorrow