Imperial Overlord

In this world, there are always many things happening at the same time. Different from the regular and orderly busyness of the factory, the busyness of the army is a surprise in the order.

Wittman helplessly watched the officer in the distance walking in his direction, and he knew that he would be busy for a while.

As an elite tank soldier trained from the Berlin Tank Army School, he is a rare treat in the defense zone of the Eastern Front, which is nearly 1,000 kilometers away.

After all, although the Wehrmacht and SS have expanded by more than one million troops, and there are dozens of tank and armored divisions, there are really few senior officers in these troops who understand the Leopard tank.

As a new weapon that has just been launched and has been ahead of the world for ten years, the main performance of the Panther tank has been called the "main battle tank" of the German army in this era.

With the passage of time, more and more Panther tanks began to be distributed to the Eastern Front. After all, the Western Front's combat operations against the United Kingdom did not give full play to the performance of the new tanks.

Therefore, most of the newly produced Leopard tanks were loaded on trains and came to Poland along the railway tracks, becoming a delicious cake for the SS and the Wehrmacht.

In this context, the Wittmann crew members who have received official formal training and systematic training have become the sought-after products of the entire army.

A major from the Wehrmacht walked up to Wittmann with his hands behind his back, accompanied by the battalion commander of Wittmann's battalion.

"Another battalion of new tanks has been sent from above. Only one crew in their battalion has received training... They want to ask you to help." The battalion commander said familiarly.

In the past month, he will come here to find Wittmann every few days, and Wittmann has already guided the deployment and training of three battalions of new tanks.

Said to be three battalions, in fact, although the number of new Panther tanks is increasing, the number that can be transported to the front line is not as amazing as imagined.

The so-called three tank battalions actually only got 15 Panther tanks in one battalion. With 15 tanks, there is a crew that has received systematic training, and there are no more.

But even so, it can't actually meet the basic requirements. The so-called Mitchell Wittmann, who has the most time to study in Berlin and has achieved good grades, has become a star figure through and through.

He almost knew one-tenth of the eastern front commander who would drive a Leopard tank to fight in the future. Eighty percent of these people's tactics and knowledge of the Leopard tank were from Wittmann.

"Cough cough..." The Wehrmacht major who followed him was obviously a little embarrassed. After coughing twice to cover it up, he looked at Wittman carefully.

"Hello, Mr. Commander! I have heard of your name, so I hope you can come to our tank regiment to sit and exchange experiences with each other," the major said.

Looking at the opponent's troop number logo, Wittman instantly understood why the opponent seemed embarrassed. It was the famous armored troop under Guderian, and it was inevitable to be embarrassed to learn from other troops.

In fact, Wittmann did not know that the other party was embarrassed for another reason. When Guderian returned to Berlin for a meeting to discuss the combat plan for landing in the UK, he stopped by to visit the Armored Forces Academy in Berlin.

He saw his future there, and he also had the cheek to write a letter in person, asking Yuan to give priority to the equipment of a regiment's new tanks.

The Führer graciously complied with his request and presented him with an additional 45 Stalker tank destroyers.

Guderian was flattered, and he also expressed his kindness in the face of the Fuehrer's favor: he tactfully replied to the Fuehrer, and he felt ashamed for his behavior of complaining about the Fuehrer in his heart, uh, it was just shame.

It didn't end like this. In the midst of going back and forth, Guderian heard an interesting anecdote at the Academy of Armored Forces in Berlin.

At the Armoured Academy in Berlin, there is a legend. I heard that the Führer personally interrogated a low-ranking soldier named Mitchell Wittman, so that he could study at this academy.

What is even more interesting is that after becoming a tank commander, the commander of the reconnaissance vehicle graduated from the academy with excellent grades and was transferred to serve on the Eastern Front.

After taking it over, Guderian still did not understand why a soldier would be favored by the Fuhrer, and why a soldier favored by the Fuhrer would be sent back to the Eastern Front as a combat soldier.

This is a paradox in itself, but in fact it happened like this. In the end, Guderian, like most officers who heard about it, could only leave with doubts.

When he returned to the Eastern Front, he inquired about this captain named Mitchell Wittman out of curiosity, and heard that he helped train captains everywhere on the Eastern Front.

And the officer in charge of inquiring about Wittmann for Guderian is the Mr. Major in front of him. So he was very embarrassed and looked curiously at the "soldier favored by the head of state" in front of him.

Although Wittmann was a commander, he still struggled within the scope of being a soldier in the military rank. Historically, Wittmann was just a sergeant major when he was killed.

As mentioned earlier, the so-called sergeant major of the German army was a misunderstanding caused by translation. This sergeant major is 80% not a sergeant major in the traditional sense.

Moreover, even a sergeant major, or even a sergeant sergeant, has not crossed the "threshold" of soldiers. In theory, in the modern military rank system, lieutenants are regarded as officers in front of them.

Of course, in Germany in 1940, the soldiers actually had a little halo. After all, the Führer was a soldier back then...

"No problem, I can go right now..." Wittman nodded, even though he had already met senior officers such as colonels and major generals, he still kept the low-key, not low-key, which a soldier should have. .

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and shouted loudly to his men who were taking care of a bucket truck: "Duke... Duke! Get the car ready! We have something to do this afternoon!"

Mitchell Wittmann's official driver, Duke, who was wiping the front windshield of the car, turned around, nodded and shouted back, "You can go anytime! I just filled up the gas!"

Hearing the matter of refueling, the major had a wry smile on his face: Isn't it full of oil? This refueling is still sent by their regiment.

These days, the battalion where Wittmann is located has really made a lot of money because of Wittmann's baby.

Many people came to ask Wittmann to give guidance to their own troops, but of course they couldn't beg for nothing. So in most cases, it will bring something like a gift.

Even within friendly forces, officers who are human tend to be more praised. So every time Wittman goes out to a class, there will be rich rewards.

In the beginning it was luxury: cigarettes and sausage beer, for example. Then I don't know when it was upgraded to ammunition and fuel.

With more ammunition, Wittmann's battalion can train more frequently, and more frequent training often means more proficiency.

Many times the questions raised by the Wittmann crew will later become the problems faced by the members of the entire army equipped with the Panther tank crew.

After many reports, even in Wittmann's battalion, there are still several technical soldiers who are responsible for statistical improvement of the Panther tank.

Of course, the battalion commander and the regiment commander who took advantage and got soft hands did not forget Wittmann. The battalion commander arranged a bucket truck for the Wittmann crew to use at the station.

The car was originally owned by the regiment, but the original owner of the car took the cigarette, sausage and beer and honestly forgot about the car.

The regiment commander also turned a blind eye to this. After all, his regiment is now famous in the armored force because of the name Wittmann.

Therefore, even on the eastern front where there is a shortage of fuel and fewer cars, the truly capable people actually have cars and gasoline for fuel shortages, only for the second-tier troops.

This time was no exception. Before the major came, he heard on the phone that the armored battalion where Wittmann was running had run out of fuel due to training.

There was no other way, he could only use his power to "reimburse" dozens of barrels of gasoline from his own troops and send it here.

Of course, this is also the reason why the battalion commander accompanied the major with a smile on his face: they have given them a benefit, so naturally they have to do their best, right? Speaking of which, if the battalion commander didn't accompany him, Wittmann would have to excuse himself.

Wittman nodded, already used to it. As he walked to the car, he turned back to the major and said, "My car follows your car."

The major nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ without saying much, turned around and walked back. His goal was achieved, and he didn't stop here.

Besides, going back a while earlier would allow Wittmann to talk there for a while longer, in the afternoon, to do practical work, and in the evening to talk about theory: After all, this teacher is not cheap, isn't it?

"Homann! Wegner! Ehoff!" Wittmann shouted to several of his men who were still cleaning their tanks as he walked towards his car.

The other party is looking for a crew, the commander gives lectures to the commander, the loader trains the loader, the driver teaches the driver... and the experience of the gunner, the adjustment of the radio, all of which are fed by time and training. Yes.

Once these are learned, it can be considered that a car crew has learned all the essences. After all, they are all friendly forces, so Wittmann will not hide.

As usual, he will also teach everything he knows, but no one can know how much the other party can understand.

Opening the door of the bucket car, Wittmann looked at the warm sunshine that was not dazzling in the winter, and narrowed his eyes...