Oster, the captain of the Tiger tank, belongs to the infamous Skeleton Division Third Armored Regiment. At this moment, he sat alone on the tank turret, staring up at the hazy sky, with lead-gray clouds pressing heavily over his head, as if heralding a greater crisis to come. Oster held a cigarette in his mouth, and the lingering smoke slowly rose in front of his eyes, blurring his vision, but it could not dispel the heavy fatigue and deep worries in his heart. Theodore, the commander of the Skeleton Division who is known for his harshness and stinginess, today, is like the sun hitting the west, making an act that surprised all soldiers - distributing a pack of cigarettes to each soldier. This is undoubtedly a rare luxury for soldiers who have been fighting in difficult environments for a long time. Taking advantage of the rare rest, logistics supplies and personnel replenishment of the troops, Oster seized the peace of the moment, as if he had seized a life-saving straw, enjoying the comfort brought by cigarettes, trying to relax his tense and possibly broken nerves at any time. "Hey, I really didn't expect that the commander was so generous this time. Everyone could get a pack of cigarettes! This smell was strong enough, so it made people feel comfortable!" Oster smoked several cigarettes in a row, and his exhausted body and mind seemed to have finally been relieved. A long-lost smile gradually appeared on his originally tight face. He turned his head and said with emotion to his busy comrades beside him. "Yes, I'm as stingy as an iron rooster on weekdays, and I'm not going to slap a penny. This time it's really a rare thing to wait for every thousand years. Not only is there smoke, but I've even sent canned braised pork. This is simply a pie falling from the sky, and I'm adding meals!" The driver was concentrating on wiping the greasy tools in his hands, and he agreed without raising his head, with a glimmer of surprise in his eyes. "Cigarettes are such a good thing. I feel so irritable that when there is a fire burning, I take a sip and refresh my mind instantly. I feel relaxed all over my body, as if all my worries are blown away by this cigarette." The loading hand also came over, with a look of satisfaction on his face, as if he was in the happiest paradise at this moment. "But how long can I have a relaxing rest like this?" Oster took a deep breath of smoke and slowly exhaled it. The lingering smoke spread in front of his eyes, as if it was the concrete manifestation of his confusion and anxiety.

"It's probably a few days. I don't know what the Soviet army has been sucking recently. It launched a large-scale counterattack like crazy, and it didn't leave us much rest. We were like a machine that was winded up. We just took a breath and had to continue to fight." The gunner frowned, his expression on his face seemed very helpless, and his tone was full of fatigue and boredom. "Who said no? This battle made people exhausted, and they felt that their body and soul were almost drained. I really don't know how long we can live in this cruel battlefield. Take one step at a time. One day can be leisurely. Who knows what will happen tomorrow when you open your eyes? Maybe you will die in this cold battlefield tomorrow." The machine gunner muttered, prying open the can of braised pork with force. The impatient appearance seemed as if this can was his last hope in this world. He couldn't wait to eat two big bites, with an intoxicated expression on his face, and he said vaguely: "Well, it's so satisfying, this taste is great! It's a pity that there is no sandwich, otherwise the braised pork would be so delicious." On these war-torn days, a delicious meal can temporarily forget the cruelty of war and feel a trace of the beauty of life. "You're eating this can now. What to eat tonight?" the driver glanced at the machine gunner and asked with a slight joking look. In this tense atmosphere of war, such a little joke is like a glimmer of light in the darkness, giving them a moment of ease. "Don't worry, try it first. Maybe you will be pulled into the battle again in the next second. If you don't eat it now, will you lose a lot by then? In this ghost place, you can enjoy a little bit." The machine gunner waved indifferently and continued to eat canned food, as if he wanted to deeply imprint this perhaps the last delicacy in his memory. "Yes, maybe the next second the Soviet army suddenly announced its surrender and the world will be peaceful all of a sudden." The driver said half-jokingly, with a hint of desire for peace and a hint of helplessness towards reality in his tone. In this long and cruel war, peace is the most out of reach but longing for the dream in their hearts. However, when it comes to the word "peace", everyone feels like they have been cast into a solid mantra and falls into silence in an instant. Oster has been fighting on this cruel battlefield for four years, from the vast plains of Poland to the icy and snowy wasteland of the Soviet Union, he has witnessed too many life and death separations and too many tragedies on earth. Every battle is like a nightmare, deeply engraved in his memory, making his desire for peace become stronger. The machine gunner just joined the army and stepped into this cruel battlefield with ignorance and passion. Although he has not experienced too many life-and-death tests, the cruelty of war has given him a deeper understanding of peace. But no matter how long they participated in the war, they all had the same dream in their hearts - world peace, and people could get rid of the haze of war and live a peaceful and peaceful life. "Don't worry, peace is not far from us. With these new weapons, victory will come soon." Oster tried to break the suffocating atmosphere, with a hint of expectation in his tone, as if as long as he firmly believed, peace would really come soon. He looked at the cigarette in his hand. The flashing cigarette butts were like a little hope in the darkness. Although it was faint, it was enough to keep him going. "Hahaha, let's not talk about the peaceful or not. Before that, I have to become the strongest ace gunner! When I go to the battlefield, let the Soviet army see my power and beat them to the point of urination!" After eating the can, the gunner waved his fists excitedly, with a blazing light flashing in his eyes, which was filled with the desire for battle and the pursuit of honor. In his heart, becoming an ace gunner is not only an honor, but also a way to prove his own value. "I support this! If you become the ace gunner, don't forget to invite us to drink!" "I support it too! When you make a contribution, you may get a big medal!" Everyone said and said, and laughter echoed in this temporary camp. Such a scene was performed simultaneously among the various German troops. The tired soldiers worked hard to find the joy of life and comfort the hearts traumatized by war during their short rest time. At this moment, the gunner suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, his expression instantly becoming alert, like a beast that smelled the breath of danger. He shouted loudly, "Look, why are there so many planes? Is it ours or the Soviet army?" His voice broke the tranquility of the camp. Everyone looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw a large group of planes appearing densely in the sky, flying in a certain direction like dark clouds. Upon hearing this, Oster quickly jumped off the turret, as quick as a cheetah. He grabbed the telescope that was placed aside and stared at the sky, his eyes unblinking, as if he wanted to see through the sky. After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his expression and said, "It's our plane. Weird, why did so many appear at once? Does the Supreme Command have any new combat plans?" His heart was full of doubts. The appearance of these planes was too sudden and so large, which must indicate that a major action was about to be launched. "It is possible that we need to launch a counterattack. Although the tank battle here is temporarily over and the troops are resting, other troops are still fighting fiercely with the Soviet army on the front line. Perhaps it is because the Supreme Command wants to take this opportunity to concentrate its efforts to give the Soviet army a fatal blow." The driver also looked up at the group of aircraft gradually moving away, nodding thoughtfully, and a hint of expectation was revealed in his eyes. "You guys, should we follow those aircraft groups to see the situation? I just saw many transport aircraft, maybe there are some good things in it. Maybe there are more advanced weapons, or rich supplies prepared for us." A trace of curiosity flashed in the eyes of the Oster car captain, and he suddenly suggested. His heart was filled with the desire to explore, wanting to know what secrets were hidden behind these planes. "Isn't this possible? If the company commander knew that we were going out privately, we would definitely be locked in a small dark room again. I don't want to go in again. That place is simply not for people, and it can drive people crazy." The gunner shivered unconsciously when he heard the three words "little dark room". The small, dark and airtight black room is like a **** on earth, full of fear and despair. He was locked up once for making a mistake, and that terrifying experience made him never want to recall it in his life.

When the others heard the "little black room", they also subconsciously shivered. That small, dark and airtight black room is simply a nightmare for the soldiers, and they never want to step into it in their lives. In it, time seemed to solidify, and darkness and loneliness were tangled tightly with them like demons, making people feel extremely fear and despair. "What are you afraid of? If the superiors blame me, I will bear it alone. Besides, it's during the rest period, and it's no big deal to go out and take a look. And seeing the direction of the landing of the aircraft group should be near us, and it can be reached within 20 minutes at most. Let's go and go back quickly, no one will notice it." Oster waved indifferently. He has been struggling on the battlefield for four years and has made countless military achievements. The Knight Iron Cross he wore is the best proof. With his qualifications, he was long qualified to be promoted to an officer, but he was free and easy by nature and was not used to commanding others, so he stayed in the position of the chariot leader. His heart was full of adventure, and he was full of expectations for this unknown exploration. The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥! When everyone's concerns disappeared a lot when they heard the captain say this. They looked at each other, their eyes shining with excitement. So they called another comrade-in-arms from another crew to help maintain the tank, and they hurried to the airport where the aircraft group landed. Their steps were rapid and firm, as if they were about to embark on a grand adventure. When they arrived near the airport panting, the scene in front of them made them gasp and were deeply shocked in an instant. The entire airport was densely filled with various fighter jets. The Messer Schmidt fighter jets were like agile falcons, with smooth and sharp fuselage lines; the Fox Wolf bomber was like a huge steel beast, exuding a terrifying atmosphere. There are all kinds of models, and the cold metallic luster shines under the dull sky, like a forest made of steel. These fighter jets are arranged neatly, as if they are ready to spread their wings and soar into the fierce battle at any time. They stood in the distance, looking at these fighter jets without blinking, only dazzled. At the airport, ground crews were busy shuttled through it, carrying out various preparations for the fighter jets. The gas truck and ammunition truck are running back and forth, and it is a busy scene. Unfortunately, the airport has been surrounded by a guard regiment, and the guard post is even set up to five kilometers away. If they hadn't shown their soldier's certificate, they would have been arrested as spies long ago. The guards looked serious, with live ammunition, and were watching everything around them vigilantly, as if any movement could not escape their eyes. "Oh my God, it seems that the Supreme Command is going to take real action this time. It has gathered so many planes. This scene is simply amazing!" Oster couldn't help but exclaim. His eyes were full of shock and excitement. Such a huge fleet of aircraft means that a large-scale battle is about to break out. He seemed to have seen the dawn of victory, and his heart was full of expectations. "Hey, look, what is the transport plane transported down?" The gunner shouted at the transport plane not far away, pointing to the transport plane unloading goods. The doors of the transport aircraft slowly opened, and huge containers were slowly unloaded, and the soldiers were busy transporting them to designated locations. Due to the distance, they can't see clearly what is in the container. "I can't see clearly, but it must be new weapons or something. It seems that we can relax this battle. Maybe with these new equipment, we can beat the Soviet army to the point of falling." The loading hand rubbed his hands excitedly, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes. Captain Oster's face was full of surprise. He clenched his fists and said excitedly: "Maybe this time, we can really defeat the Soviet army completely and turn the situation around! I vent all the cowardly anger I have suffered these days!" His eyes were burning with fighting spirit, as if he had seen the scene of the Soviet army retreating step by step under their attack. (End of this chapter)