When the gunfire stopped, Lynn counted 7 in his heart, and throughout the whole shooting process, he always maintained an upright posture with his left and right feet split back and forth, allowing the bullets fired by the Soviet army to whizz past him. This domineering spirit is not something that everyone can condense on the battlefield.

These Soviet soldiers who rushed to the second floor to prepare to kill the German command headquarters, and the German soldiers who followed Lynn did not even get a chance to shoot!

"Get down!"

Lynn shouted in German, and the brightly colored figures in the infrared scope who were still standing immediately reacted normally - in fact, when he fired one after another, four or five people spontaneously crouched down, and even held their heads in their hands very consciously.

The gunfire from downstairs continued, and Lynn sprinted quickly through the second-floor hall, ignoring hard objects such as pistols kicked under her feet on the way. Approaching the staircase on the other side, he squatted down and shouted towards the first floor:

"Jonas, the upstairs is under our control!"

A string of bullets immediately came up from downstairs and popped on the ceiling of the second floor. Almost at the same time, a voice roared: "Sir, Sergeant Jonas has been shot and wounded!" ”

"Stand back! Get out of the stairs! Lynn shouted, then turned to Vofrum, who was following him, and said, "Grenade!" ”

Without hesitation, Wolfrum pulled a grenade from his belt and threw it down the stairs with the skill and agility expected of a veteran.

Boom!

The loud explosions still shook the floors, and a strong air stream carried smoke and dust up the staircase.

Lynn picked up her assault rifle and took a step forward to the top of the stairs, shouting "attack" in German, but deliberately slowed down the speed of her steps. It wasn't until the figure in the scope flashed through the staircase below and rushed into the room on the other side that he descended the staircase in three steps and two steps.

"Jonas! Jonas! ”

Glancing sideways at the side hall that had just finished the battle, it was a mess, with several corpses lying on the ground, but no one responded to Lynn's cries.

Hearing gunshots coming from the side room, Lynn picked up the gun, turned around and rushed in. It was originally the corner room of the building, with a sandbag base for the front window, two machine gunners lying on its stomach, and a hole in the outer wall that had been blown out of the side wall that was larger than the normal door—which may have been the reason why Lynn had heard the muffled sound earlier.

The remnants of the Soviets had been ejected from the room, and two soldiers belonging to the 11th Night Task Force were leaning against the hole and shooting outside, one of them carrying an infrared night vision battery box, and it seemed that he was in the same group as Jonas, and this guy was unharmed.

Lynn moved to the window and looked out, there were several corpses lying on the street not far away, and the dark red light chased the last black shadow still moving in sight, it swayed, and finally collapsed.

As a result, the gunfire died down completely.

"Hey, Alfred!" Lynn called.

The man next to the cave sat sideways against the wall, facing Lynn, and his voice was a little low: "Hey, sir, it's over!" ”

"How's it going?" Lynn said and flashed to the other side of the window to make sure that no Soviets had fled in the opposite direction.

"6 dead and wounded!"

Although he had expected it, Lynn's heart sank when he heard Frings report the number. After all, these are soldiers assigned to their command, living soldiers.

Using the survival of the fittest battlefield as a reason to calm his mind, Lynn stepped forward and patted Frings on the shoulder, then turned and walked back to the side hall, where he saw a soldier treating the man lying on the ground. At this time, the two unarmed people who came down the stairs should have been officers of the original command.

"Which of you is responsible?"

Listening to the voice was in a calm tone, not like a reprimand. Lynn turned her head and replied, "I am!" ”

"You saved the fate of our command at a critical moment!" The voice continued to say softly, "But...... You almost killed us just now! ”

Although he didn't know the rank of the other party, he was at least an officer. Lynn turned around and stood upright, and replied without humility or arrogance: "I was the only one who shot upstairs just now, and if anyone is injured, I should bear it alone!" ”

The officer had already walked up to Lynn, and the distant artillery fire slightly illuminated a haggard face. He had a mustache, wore the collar badge of an Air Force major general, and his eyes were dull.

"You're alone?"

"Yes!" Lynn immediately reported to his home, "I'm Lynn of the 11th Night Combat Task Force. Gargo, SS Sergeant! ”

"Lynn. Gargo? The Air Force Major General turned to his companion behind him and said, "This is the hero of the Imperial battle that blows into the sky?" ”

"Oooh!" The officer in the back hurriedly replied, "Yes, it is today's Berlin Gazette, it is like the plot of a knight's novel, and it is beyond imagination!" ”

This may be a wrong evaluation of others, but Lynn sounded like a thorn in the heart, and he replied very unceremoniously: "In the future, this cowhide may be able to add one more: kill 7 Soviet soldiers with your own strength, and save a dozen air force officers with your companions!" ”

The two Air Force officers were speechless.

Lynn straightened his chest, turned to the soldiers, and said, "Guys, take the wounded and go!" ”

"Sir!" The soldier crouching next to his companion reported, "Sergeant Jonas is still unconscious!" ”

Leaving aside the two Air Force officers, Lynn walked quickly over to him and crouched down, the man lying on his face covered in blood, his chest uniform soaked with blood, and it looked like he was just breathing.

"Gantt! Gantt! Lynn called Jonas lightly, and aside from his own selfish desires, he was a brave companion in battle.

The lying man still did not react in the slightest, and the rest of the task force, including Frings, Brück, and others, also came to the side hall one after another.

They stood far away or came closer, and the atmosphere was heavy and sad.

Lynn stood up, silently untied the steel helmet from his head, and whispered, "Gantt. Jonas, an intrepid SS soldier and our close companion, let us send our sincerest wishes! ”

It's not a eulogy, but it's more sad than a eulogy.

"Sir!"

Another soldier whose Lynn still can't be named stands in the side hall, "Matt and Tikus have been killed, Thor is seriously wounded, and ......"

Before the man could finish speaking, Lynn announced loudly word by word: "The dead are buried on the spot, the wounded will be taken away regardless of the severity of their injuries, and we will never leave a companion behind!" ”

This sonorous and powerful voice echoed clearly in the empty and silent building.

In this situation, even the Air Force Major General and his officers silently took off their military hats.

It may be easier to bury the dead on the spot, but it is more cumbersome to take two seriously wounded and two lightly wounded away. Lynn did what she said, and asked the soldiers to find stretchers or sticks and cloths to make temporary stretchers, but it is really difficult to find suitable objects in the city of Berlin today. Fortunately, about a quarter of an hour later, a group of armed soldiers arrived, all of whom wore the Air Force eagle insignia on their uniforms. Immediately after that, the screeching sound of tracks came from the corner street, and two tanks and three armored vehicles stopped behind the side of the building.

After a stern reprimand for the lax defense and low vigilance, the Air Force Major General said to the officers who had led the group to listen to the order: "If it had not been for Sergeant Gargo and his soldiers, we would have been prisoners of the Soviets by now!" ”

Finally, he walked up to Lynn, looked down at the wounded waiting to be treated, and said, "In return, let us transfer them to the field hospital!" ”

That's exactly what Lynn intended.

"We will treat the dead with officer courtesy!" Major General added.

"Then, sir, these brothers will be entrusted to you!" Lynn saluted, "We still have a task to do, please take care!" ”

The major general solemnly returned the military salute and took the initiative to shake Lynn's hand.

Leaving the dilapidated building, Lynn looked back at the noisy and sleepless city. The cannon light in the distance was still flickering, and the rumbling sound was still similar to the Spring Festival in the East. It's just that the fire of war is far more terrible than fireworks, and he can fully imagine what the defensive positions of Berlin's outer ring are like. Under the repeated bombardment of the Soviet army, the German soldiers who held the defensive line were enduring the suffering comparable to purgatory, and their desire for victory may have long been gone, but they were only supported by their dedication to the profession of soldiers and their loyal beliefs.

A small group of soldiers wearing steel helmets passed by, each with rifles and submachine guns in their hands, and their expressions were strangely solemn.

Looking at these soldiers, Lynn suddenly realized that this place was still under the effective control of the German army, so to speak, the previous Soviet soldiers were just an assault detachment, taking advantage of the cover of night to infiltrate the German outer defense line, and saw that this was the headquarters of a German army and launched a surprise attack. If they hadn't led the team up by mistake, they would have really succeeded - although I don't know much about the size, equipment and actual combat effectiveness of the 9th Paratrooper Destroyer Division, this is a divisional combat unit after all, and there is a general-level figure in the command, if they are captured by the enemy and brought back to the Soviet-controlled area, it will undoubtedly cause a man-made disaster for this unit and the defense line they have built!

If you change to someone else, you may be proud of your own merits, and wonder if there will be a corresponding reward on your head next, but Lynn did not do so, and he immediately thought about it in turn: if the Soviet army can infiltrate and raid his own headquarters, why can't he infiltrate it and give the Soviets a color? If the enemy's regimental headquarters can be destroyed, the regiment may be paralyzed in a short time; If the enemy's divisional or even corps headquarters can be found and attacked, what kind of impact will the captured personnel and captured materials have on the entire battle situation?

Thinking of this, Lynn was like a hungry wolf smelling the smell of food, with an instinctive throbbing, but he quickly calmed down and thought carefully: a simple military adventure no longer has much meaning, even if an important general of the Soviet army is caught, the history written by the victor may not be recorded for himself, but if the action is combined with his own plan, it is a different matter!

(To be continued)