Berlin, just from Neo-Barvaria, led the armed SS "Skeleton" armored grenade division of six Tiger tanks, and was transferred back.

As soon as they returned to Berlin, they were arranged to replenish and rest in a wooded forest outside Berlin.

During this period, they will continue to carry out various drills, especially training classes for candidate officers and training for supplementary soldiers.

Because in the previous battles of Kharkov and Belgorod, they lost many soldiers and officers.

Even their division commander, the national deputy commander-in-chief of the SS and the general Ike of the armed SS, was shot down by the Soviet army because they were on a reconnaissance plane to look for their armored regiment on the battlefield...

On Chen Yanlong's way back to Berlin, this "skeleton" armored grenadier division worked hard for a week; he rested for a day, and also held a potato sour wine party together to relax.

"Hey! Simon! Why did the Head of State get so anxious to mobilize all of us from the Eastern Front? Will we be reorganized?"

The second-level captain Kunstman, who had just been promoted to the position of commander of the 3rd Armored Regiment of the SS, asked Marx Simon, who had been promoted to acting commander of the "Skeleton" Armored Grenadier Division, with concern.

"I don't know either! Commander Keseling didn't say it, nor did the Head of State! Even the marshals and commanders on the Eastern Front did not have anyone. I gave us a breath of air. What exactly did the Head of State suddenly transfer us to Berlin for why!"

Marx Simon took a big sip of soju and ate a large piece of potato, shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Oh! This, then do we still want to go back to the Eastern Front battlefield?"

Kunstman was depressed and took a sip of soju and said.

"I really don't know anything! No one has ever said anything to me! And to be honest, I don't like going back to the Eastern Front battlefield. When I think of the powerful howitzers and rocket launchers of the Soviet army, I feel very uncomfortable!"

Marx Simon shook his head.

"But our division commander's blood revenge is not avenged like this? It was the damn Soviet army who killed our division commander."

But Kunstman retorted excitedly.

"Maybe! But we can only obey the orders of the head of state now! And we are both officers and soldiers now in heavy losses! Although our troops have been repaired for almost two weeks, they have not yet been truly replenished! Moreover, those new recruits need to conduct training for a while, or drive the ducks to the field; with their fragile shooting skills and attack power, I am very sure that once they arrive on the battlefield, they will have the fate of being slaughtered by the Soviet army."

"If this is true, I'm afraid we will not avenge our division commander, but will drop the lives of more soldiers to the Eastern Front! How can we be worthy of their families and their sacrifices when it comes to that moment!"

Marx Simon took another big sip of soju, suppressing the sadness that suddenly emerged from his heart, and sighed.

"Well! You're right! I'm too impulsive! If our division commander hadn't been nice to me, or even treated me as a brother, I wouldn't want to go to the Eastern Front to fight those Soviet troops again, because I miss my family and wife very much! I haven't come back to see them for a long time. I don't know what their situation is now? Are you full? Are you healthy? Are you also missing me?"

Kunstman suddenly sighed sadly.

"Hey! I'll tell you two can stop talking about these things on the battlefield! Now we are relaxing physically and mentally; so we should talk more about happy things!"

At this moment, Captain Myerdes, the captain of the first-level special forces, suddenly interrupted with a smile.

After saying that, he also ate a few potato chips in a row, then smiled brightly at Queensterman and blinked with Marx Simon.

"Hey! I said you should talk about whether our Tiger tanks have been repaired and whether there are new Tiger tanks to replenish us, because we only have six left now, and there are three under repair!"

At this moment, Lieutenant Schroder, the captain of the second-level special forces, couldn't help but join in the fun and interrupt.

"Hahaha! I think you guys! Let's eat and drink now! Let's talk about other things after the Head of State receives us!"

Seeing more and more subordinates coming over to interject and ask various questions, Marx Simon suddenly burst into laughter.

"Well! The Chief of the People is coming to meet us? Really? Commander Simon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lieutenant Schroder, the captain of the second-level special forces, immediately excitedly asked.

"Yes! This is what Commander Kesselin told me before returning to Berlin! The Head of State will take some time to meet us and give us a lecture in the second or third week of our return to Berlin!"

"Oh my God! Commander Simon! It's been almost two years since I joined the "Skeleton" Armored Grenadier Division. This is the first time I heard the head of state meet us in person! I'm so excited! I don't know if there are any badges to reward us! I'm so looking forward to it!"

Lieutenant Schroeder suddenly said happily.

"Tsk! You are showing off again! The Head of State had received you only two years ago! He also awarded you the Knight's Cross Medal!"

Captain Myerdes, the captain of the first-level special forces squadron, suddenly interrupted.

"Tsk! Don't you have it too? Myards!"

Schroeder retorted at the mouth of the crossbow, who was one level older than him.

Just as Myards wanted to respond, a large group of cars and troop trucks quickly arrived near their camp.

"Huh! What's going on? Who are those?"

Seeing this, Myards stood up vigilantly and said.

"It seems to be our troops, I don't know if it's the National Wehrmacht or our SS?"

Marx Simon also stood up and stared nervously at the cars and troop truck lanes.

Schroeder, who was beside him, and the soldiers of the "Skeleton" armored grenade division, stood up one after another, staring at the cars nervously.

Some of them picked up guns secretly, and some even ran to the Tiger tanks to prepare for combat.

When the soldiers of these "Skeleton" armored grenade divisions had different reactions, one squadron and one squadron; fully armed, with expressionless expressions, came out of the cars and troop trucks one after another, and came towards the "Skeleton" armored grenade division.

"Are we going to prepare for a fight? Commander Simon?"

Seeing this, Myards asked nervously.
Chapter completed!