Chapter 58

  Fafnir, as a new recruit, was extremely qualified. His body was at the limit of human capabilities, his personality was that of an ogre's good bravery and ferocity, and his golden fingers were also TYPE, so he became a spearhead soldier.

  On the first day of training, Favniel saw a new recruit who looked just like him. Among them was a blond-haired young man who frowned and thought deeply as soon as he saw him, his eyebrows wandering all over his face. Finally, he clapped his hands: "Count Dracula! Van Helsing!" Favniel immediately knew that this guy was probably also a transmigrator. The group of new recruits next to him burst out laughing, and Favniel immediately got the nickname "Baron", while the unlucky kid also got the nickname "Little Clown". Later, Favniel found out that the guy's name was Dick Carl.

  Just as the new recruits were having a good laugh, the devilish drill sergeant appeared. A bunch of unlucky ones were called out to be drilled to death. Karl was almost too weak to crawl back to his camp, but Favniel, thanks to his robust physique, was fine, though he pretended to be half-dead to avoid being further tormented by the sergeant.

  Fafnir met a certain transmigrator, Carl. Both of them had disguised themselves well as to the fact that they were transmigrated, only Fafnir knew while Carl did not. From their conversation, it was learned that Carl was from Frankfurt and this year he was 21 years old, after graduating from high school, he enlisted voluntarily.

  In 1939, after completing his basic training, Fahnrich was recommended as a driver for the Sd.Kfz. 251 armored personnel carrier and promoted to Gefreiter; Karl was recommended as a machine gunner for the Sd.Kfz. 222 armored scout car, also as a Gefreiter.

  The two guys were assigned to different troops, Favniel arrived at the armored grenadier platoon stationed in the garrison, where there was a big soldier, Favniel looked at this rare giant in modern Germany - 195 cm tall, this giant was a stubborn Prussian, but very kind, also a new recruit who had enlisted for three years called "Ronger Heinrich Yang". Favniel quickly got along with these newly formed grenadiers.

  Time flies, and the world situation is getting more and more tense. 3 years ago, Sudetenland and the annexation of Austria were nothing to Favni - he had just enlisted at that time. Now Germany's tone towards Poland is getting higher and higher, the situation is getting more and more tense, basically all Germans know - a new war is approaching. The troops where Favni is located have also been mobilized, moving towards the German-Polish border.

  At 4:45 AM on September 1, 1939, the war began with a surprise attack by the Luftwaffe. Hundreds of Stukas and Junkers flew towards their targets in the sky. At 5:45 AM, large numbers of tanks and armored vehicles launched an attack on the Polish army's depth, just like countless rehearsals before. A large number of trucks and half-tracked transport vehicles carrying infantry, towing artillery, followed the tanks to attack the Poles.

  Fawzi al-Qawuqji was not in the first wave of troops, his troops were scheduled as follow-up reinforcements. On September 11, his troops received a notification to enter Poland, where Polish weapons and equipment were destroyed along the way, their march was completely risk-free, as if they had come not to fight but to change guard.

  All the way advancing, Favniel drove 251 troops mainly relying on railways to advance, and the captured trains pulled his troops towards Warsaw, without even having the opportunity to crush the defeated soldiers.

  On September 22, the unit to which Favniel belonged arrived at the Warsaw encirclement line and deployed artillery and assault equipment on site. On the 25th, the regimental artillery in his unit began firing at the fortifications outside Warsaw, and Favniel watched the gunners fire cannons with nothing to do, waiting for the moment to launch an attack. On the 26th, he watched Stukas and Junkers dive-bombing Warsaw and applauded. On the 27th, the Warsaw garrison stopped resisting. Favniel's first battle was uneventful, just marching and driving all the way, even seeing only a column of Polish troops marching to a prisoner-of-war camp, not even getting a chance to fire a few shots, with the biggest battle being watching artillery and air forces firing at fortifications on the horizon.

  The 19-year-old boy Favniel's first war experience ended on October 2, 1939. His unit was ordered to enter Warsaw, where he would spend the autumn and winter before returning. In this campaign, not a single person died in the company, only one unlucky guy sprained his waist while moving artillery shells.

  But there were also bad things, Fafnir's classmate in Bonn sent him a letter, saying that Heifetz was dead, his parents received the death notice, and it was said that he died on the third day of the war. Fafnir sighed: "This crossing classmate is really unlucky, to say that my demon power is sealed, I can't feel his soul at all. It seems that this world still needs to be careful, although I won't die, but being disabled is not a good thing after all."

  But good things came in succession, and Fafnir finally discovered that this world had slightly relaxed its restrictions on his demonic powers after multiple attempts to use them. He sensed his personal space, where the world inside was safe and sound, but unfortunately, he couldn't utilize it. No matter what method he used, he could only try to put things into the space without being able to take them out. "Isn't this ridiculous? It's useless if I can't take anything out! It's not even qualified as a backup warehouse!" Fafnir grumbled.

  Another good thing is that he was promoted, successfully transferred to a higher rank, and according to the news from the well-informed guys in the battalion department, it's likely that this unit will be expanded, with many technical equipment being continuously strengthened.

  At the end of 1939, their unit was indeed recalled to the country, and many brother units joined one after another. The troops were incorporated into a new armored division. Fawfnir's tank commander started driving a newly produced No. 4D type, while Fawfnir became the driver of the new tank. Those more experienced crews still drove old No. 3 tanks. From the end of '39 to the first quarter of '40, Fawfnir was busy training in the driving skills of the new No. 4 tank and practicing small unit and single vehicle tactics with his commander. During this time, he met many new friends, including a young veteran gunner whose shooting technique left a deep impression on him. "I have YPE ability, and it's extremely normal for me to shoot accurately. This guy also has a similar instinctive shooting ability, and his sense of distance and speed is truly that of a natural-born shooter." Fawfnir exclaimed. The gunner who made a deep impression on him was called "Enkole Dornberger", a shy big boy who was actually older than Fawfnir but looked like a baby-faced young man. This guy had enlisted in the armored forces as a supplementary soldier in '36, previously serving as a loader and now as the gunner of a certain No. 3 tank, often practicing with Fawfnir's No. 4 tank company.

  Time flew by in busy training and mobilization, during which he also contacted Karl, a new recruit of the same period. This guy also participated in the Sitting War - staring at the French on the Western Front. The armored force's large-scale expansion also caught up with him, and now he is a communications soldier for a certain 3T vehicle. And Big Yang is still a grenadier, but now he is a second-class soldier. Favniel discovered that he had a peculiar hobby - collecting all kinds of canned goods. For this, he and several good friends teased the guy for a while, and Good-natured Yang also smiled foolishly, unchanged.