Micheal shifted gears in the giant Panzer VII Löwe.
It was far more clumsy and slow than the Leopard 2 he trained with back in Germany.
It looked beautiful, but was a serious pain-in-the-butt to drive.
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The Löwe climbed over a shallow hill,
A good feat
He was always paranoid about the transmission breaking.
Because it always broke at the most pathetic excuses of times.
Going to the garage? Broken.
Going back home from school? Broken
In the middle of a sweltering hot day? You better believe it's broken.
Raining? Broken.
Knee deep in snow? Broken.
Going to school when there's a test? Working, for some reason.
It really makes you think about what they were think when they designed this,
Can't they just use a Leopard transmission?
He complained to himself in his head,
"Hey, watch out for tha-" the Radio operator, Peter started.
The Löwe skinned the side of a tree with its 1-meter wide tracks.
A branch fell down and hit the commander in the head.
"Ah! What the?!..." Karl, the commander, started.
"Looks like nature has taken a liking to you sir!" Hans, the gunner said.
"Oh, Ha-ha-ha, you know ze drill! get ze toolkit Hans!" Karl barked
"Jawhol" Hans said.
He climbed out of the Löwe's circular turret.
A vine, or branch or something, wrapped itself around the barrel of the gun, when Michael accidentally hit the tree.
"Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein" Hans started after yanking out the pliers.
The opening lyrics of Micheal's favorite marching song.
"Und das heißt" Hans went on.
"ERIKA" Micheal and Hans both sung.
Hans looked at him, who was now sticking his head out of the driver's hatch.
"What?" Micheal said,
Hans sighed.
"Heiß von hunderttausend kleinen Bienelein"
"Wird umschwärmt"
"ERIKA!" They both sung,
"Hey! Is that branch being cleared!?" Karl ordered, sticking his head out of the hatch.
"Jawhol Herr Kommandant!" they both said. In the middle of their singing, which they continued to do.
"What are you even singing?" Karl said.
"Und das heißt"
"ERIKA" they both said aloud.
"Oh..." Karl said
"In der Heimat wohnt ein blondes Mägdelein" Karl, Micheal, and Hans sung.
"Und das heißt"
"ERIKA!" The three sung.
"What are you singing to.." the loader, Klaus said.
"Oh! I like this!" He said.
"Dieses Mädel ist mein treues Schätzelein" Klaus, Karl, Micheal, and Hans sung.
"Und mein Glück"
"ERIKA!"
"Could you please stop making that racket I can hear it through my headset!" The radio operator, Peter said.
What he was listening to in his headset sounded like hardbass.
RUSSIAN MUSIC
"Vat are you listening to Peter?" Hans asked him (who took the vine off and was now back inside the tank.)
What he was listening to ^
"Doesn't that fool know that's a Stürmgeshutz III Aüsfuhrung F, so it isn't a Panzer?" Hans said.
Peter crossed his arms,
"The music sounds good though!" He said.
Hans stole his phone!
"HEY!" He said.
Hans searched up something and gave it back.
"What was that fo—" Peter said.
The song "Erika" was pulled up on his screen.
"Oh...... was this what you were singing?" Peter asked
"Ja" Hans said, while nodding.
Peter turned the song on a Bluetooth speaker.
And they all sung as the Panzer rolled along the road.
"Wenn das Heidekraut rot-lila blüht
Singe ich zum Gruß ihr dieses Lied
Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein
Und das heißt
ERIKA!
In mein'm Kämmerlein blüht auch ein Blümelein
Und das heißt
ERIKA!
Schon beim Morgengrau'n sowie beim Dämmerschein
Schaut's mich an
ERIKA!
Und dann ist es mir, als spräch' es laut
"Denkst du auch an deine kleine Braut?"
In der Heimat weint um dich ein Mägdelein
Und das heißt
ERIKA!"
*BANG!
The transmission Verd@#*$#
The Löwe, which was climbing up a hill, its transmission failed on the last beats of Erika.
It started rolling backwards
"I NEVER SAID REVERSE!!" Karl said, while holding onto anything he could.
"Tell that to the transmission Herr Kommandant!" Micheal simply responded.
——Timeskip——
Micheal drove the Löwe into the garage using a Bergepanzer 3 Buffel
Thank goodness they actually gave them a recovery vehicle.
It barely dragged the 90 ton Super-Heavy tank along.
Looks like it gonna be a long night of repairing.
AGAIN.
"Piece of Junk!" He yelled out kicking the transmission compartment with his boot.
"Ah! Ow!" He then said clutching his foot and jumping around like a pogo stick.
"What did you think was going to happen genius!" Hans yelled from across the room
"Oh ha-ha, very funny Hans, GET MEIN TOOLKIT"
"Jawhol" Hans said.
As Hans ran off to get a toolkit, Micheal whispered the lyrics to Erika to himself.
"Und das heißt
ERIKA!" Micheal said aloud.
"Did someone call me?" A whitish-blondish haired girl said from underneath her Tiger II.
Looks like it was one of those exchange students from Kuromorimine.
"Nein, I Uh.. was singing a song....
Wait you're name's Erika?" He said.
The White hair girl stared at him, and nodded once.
"Cool...
Das ist cool..." he said.
They got back to their business.
And Hans returned with the toolkit.
After doing transmission repair for thirty minutes straight.—
"Und das heißt" Micheal began as he dragged himself out from under the now fixed Panzer.
"Erika!" The Girl Erika said.
"You know the song too?!" Micheal said.
Erika turned her head around.
She stuttered a little.
"Uh... I Uh... yes I D-Do" she said blushing profusely.
Then Micheal went out on a limb, having only sung by himself for thirty solid minutes.
"W-Want to s-sing with m-me....." he said.
"I d-don't think it could harm either of us...." Micheal said
"I, Uh, s-sure....." Erika said
And they did.