In the quiet of the morning, Lynn was woken up by a loud roar mixed with "chirping".

It was already dark, I raised my hand to look at my watch, and I had only slept for two hours.

Drops of water seeping through cracks in the roof still fell one by one on the wooden floor, making a slight crackling sound.

Kimono got up and walked to the wooden door embedded in the broken wall, and with sleepy eyes, he saw a camouflage-painted "Tiger King" - it was as imposing as he had imagined, with a huge body and a domineering heavy cannon, but its body was covered in scars, and several craters the size of a fist were deeply embedded in the turret armor.

If it had life, Lynn thought it would have been in great pain, and perhaps as depressed as most people here, but in any case, it was the first time he had looked closely at the recognized "German trump card" from such a close distance. It may have just retreated from the front line, or it had returned from the repair shop, or in any case it had nested on the side of the road without fighting. The armored soldiers who came out of the tank scratched their heads and scratched their ears around it, and it seemed that it was not easy to serve such a big guy.

After watching it for a while, Lynn finally felt bored and looked up into the distance. The misty drizzle in front of me reminds people of Jiangnan, and the fine rain has been stretching for several days, like smoke and fog, covering the distant scene. Behind it, Oranienburg, which made its roots in chemical and metal smelting, has become a city in ruins, washed away by the rain and the early evacuation of most of the citizens.

Lynn had never really paid attention to the weather in Germany, but she had heard from her companions that spring should be as rainy as it should be. Because of the rain, the land will be fertile, the vegetation crops will flourish, and the harvest of the farmland will naturally be worth looking forward to.

Hearing this, Lynn remembered "Rye Field", a movie that made him feel very painful.

Sometimes, reality is more painful than the movie.

If it weren't for the fact that the war situation was too bad, the mildly disabled soldier Anton. Graff should have been discharged early. Affected by his left hand, his MP38 is like a water-spraying leaker when firing, and the bullet spread area is so large that it is a waste of precious ammunition. Lynn tried to let him use the shell gun with one hand, but at a distance of 50 meters, he could only hit two or three out of 10 bullets!

Private Marcos. Tanze and Private Karl. Titchmer, two young men who were not yet 18 years old, were nervous when they heard the gunshots, so their shots could only be called "fire" - with or without sights, the Mauser 98k would always hit three meters away from the bull's-eye, and Titchmel even pulled the trigger with his eyes closed more than half of the time!

Of the four soldiers, it seems that only Gordon is the first soldier. Wolfrum meets the basic requirements of the battlefield, but he is not very old, and his surname is so poor that he is speechless. The simple infantry infrared night vision device can be learned by ordinary people in half a day, but he still can't remember the essentials after Lynn's one-on-one training, and even turned on the night vision device for more than two hours for no reason during night training, and the battery just ran out when it was really used.

Walking back from the broken door to the broken house, his eyes swept over the four-pitched Wolfrum, the sideways "wall-facing" Graff, and the two boys sleeping in the corner, Lynn missed more and more those partners who had been trained in special warfare together, they were still excellent soldiers selected from various SS combat units, and their physical fitness, reflexes, and consciousness were not bad. If the four people under his command were all of this quality, he would not be so worried.

Despite yawning, unable to sleep after lying down again, Lynn looked up at the mottled ceiling, thinking about her situation and the way out. At first, he did not expect that he would stay in Oranienburg for so long, and the injury was almost healed, but the situation was very bad: the wheel of time finally entered the fourth month of 1945, and although the endless rainy days temporarily stopped the Allied bomber group that the Luftwaffe could not stop with all its might, the bad news came one after another. Danzig, as the Poles called Gdynia, was captured by the Soviet 2nd Belorussian Front under the command of Marshal Rokossovs; The last bastion of East Prussia, the Königsberg Line, also collapsed under the attack of the Soviet navy and army; Just a few days later, the Soviet red flag was planted on the roof of the Vienna City Hall, and the home of the Reich Führer was brought to the plate by the Russians. Looking at the Eastern and Western Fronts, except for the stubborn resistance of Army Group Courland trapped in western Latvia, the German defense has deteriorated, and the land still under the control of the Reich is like being pushed by two bulldozers in both directions, and it is shrinking dramatically every day. Berlin has finally become an island in the middle of a vast ocean. In the eyes of the discerning man, the final suspense is only when it will be captured by the enemy. However, the stubborn head of the Reich was still unwilling to admit defeat, and he was still actively mobilizing his troops in a vain attempt to achieve a Jedi counterattack under the city of Berlin - all of which coincided with the history that Lynn knew, and he even gradually forgot the saucer he saw that day, and only thought about finding a way back before the end of the empire came.

A week ago, in order to improve the combat capability of the 4th "Night Assault Battle Group," the "Vampire" commando unit sent instructors and a group of veterans, and under their guidance, each combat group conducted combat training and shooting drills in urban areas every night. In addition to the daily rigorous training and live-fire drills, the combat teams also conducted two large-scale drills. Lynn's own experience and skills are still very advantageous, but everyone says that "if you are not afraid of enemies like tigers, you are afraid of teammates like pigs", and dragged down by four subordinates, Lynn and his 167th battle group did not once carry to the end. However, he felt that although this short-term, high-intensity training was far from enough to enable the soldiers to grow into real "night warriors" - most of them still held ordinary combat weapons, but it was still very helpful to know the patterns and techniques of night city combat in advance - at least to save many people's lives.

On the 11th day of stay at Fort Oranien, the day before the sound of artillery could be heard in the distance, the 4th "Night Assault Battle Group" was split in two, and 30 five-man combat groups were picked up by a convoy of military vehicles. It is said that they were reinforced to the town stronghold on the banks of the Oss River, and that they would defend themselves against the ferocious offensive of the Soviet army by night fighting.

The companions left without saying goodbye, and Lynn's 167th Group remained with 19 other combat groups in Oranienburg. That sounds like a lot, counting is a hundred soldiers.

Thinking about it, his thoughts were still a mess of threads, Lynn sat up against the cold hard wall, and took out "Lynn. Gargo's legacy.

"November 26, 1943, sunny. The troops are finally going to the front, and they are very nervous, having heard that the Russians are a brutal and stupid race, and I hope that we will be able to defeat them soon, just as we did in the liquidation of the Croatian partisans, and smash them all down with the will of steel and the patience of hunters! ”

Seeing this paragraph, Lynn couldn't help but smile bitterly. The Russians were brutal and violent, but they were not stupid at all, but the Germans, who were striving for perfection, often bogged themselves down.

Seeing is believing, and it is very dangerous to jump to conclusions until you really know the truth.

"January 15, 1944, cloudy. The first time I fought the Russians, their powerful artillery fire was really amazing, there were a lot of tanks, the soldiers were very brave, and there were two battles in which I was almost hit by bullets, it was so thrilling! Pate is injured, although not very serious, and it is estimated that it will take a while to recover. May the Lord Almighty bless me with the good luck I have today! ”

Grieving for the wounds of his comrades and worrying about his own fate, this simple memoir reflects the truest thoughts of ordinary soldiers on the battlefield. Isn't that true of Lynn? It's just that Lynn at that time. Galgo was still a simple Danish Germanic volunteer, and his original intention of joining the army to fight was only to respond to the call of the German leader and to subsidize his family's poverty with his meager salary, which was understandable. Unfortunately, his good fortune did not last until the end of the war, and before Lynn's soul crossed and leaned over him, he was exhausted and passed out due to the continuous high-intensity combat, and finally became a commonplace stiff body in the trenches, and was hastily buried by his companions. In this way, there will be no outlaw escape and bloody battles behind, there will be no chance to meet the White Goatee family, let alone join the "vampire" commando by mistake, be forged into a cold-blooded battlefield killer, will not accept the reception of the imperial head of state, and finally fall to this inconspicuous Oranien Fort, ready to use flesh and blood to block the fierce artillery fire and hundred battles of the Soviet army!

Listening to the sound of gunfire in the distance, Lynn knew that the truly fierce and brutal battle was getting closer and closer to her.

(To be continued)