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Lowering his head, bending his body, tiptoeing, and looking around vigilantly, such a gesture felt like a thief entering a large manor to steal, not one, but a gang. Discarding the easily identifiable equipment of the enemy such as the German-made large-eared steel helmets, they wore brimmed field caps, boat-shaped caps, or simply bareheaded, except for the five who carried large boxes on their backs, and the rest of the soldiers kept only one spear each, and the seriously wounded and those wounded in the legs were also supported by their companions to move forward as quickly as possible. Rather than moving away from the battlefield in the wilderness, this small group of German soldiers quickly advanced along the grave-like wreckage toward the riverbank.

As the direct mastermind of this CrossFire operation, Lynn squinted at the MP44 assault rifle with a regained magazine of bullets, and squinted around every few steps - the confident and nervous rookie did not know that it was not the self-righteous words and expressions that impressed his companions, but because the soldiers selected for the "Vampire" commando were all fanatical supporters of the Führer, and even if they had doubts about the war, they would not show the slightest disrespect to the Führer in public.

This open area was clearly within range of German artillery fire on the opposite bank, and the Soviet troops, who had failed in the attack, did not leave the main force behind, and as for the few vigilant soldiers, they would not have expected the German soldiers to pass through their positions from the back to the front. As long as there is no face-to-face contact, Lynn judged that the chances of the group crossing the battlefield safely are still very high. As he wished, the open area of more than 100 meters soon came to an end, and he could already clearly hear the murmuring of the river flowing in his ears, and he couldn't suppress a burst of excitement in his heart. But at this time, a low and vigilant voice came from the side, which should have spoken Russian. Lynn's secret passage is not good, if they can't control the situation quickly, the thirty or forty meters wide river in front of them will become an insurmountable moat for them.

At the critical moment, a "Night Warrior" who spontaneously walked in front of the team waved his hand to signal everyone to move on, and replied to the other party in a calm tone. In Europe, due to family composition, occupational needs, etc., there have always been more people who can speak multiple Chinese, and surnames are especially common between countries with close geographical locations and large populations. Although Lynn did not know what his companion had said to the Soviet soldiers hiding on the edge of the riverbank, it was enough that the other party did not ask any more questions or exchange guns.

Quickly sliding down the riverbank, they saw the river beach and the river scattered with the wreckage of tanks, they seemed to be steel warriors who had run out of energy, let the cold river wash over their bodies, but could only wait lonely for the rescue and call of their master. The steel helmet, half-buried in the mud and sand, gave people a different kind of terrifying atmosphere, as if there were zombies buried underneath that could get up at any time to attack, complete or fragmentary firearms were also everywhere, and even some tearful stumps and broken arms, but there were no remains of the dead - those that were not swept away by the river were probably managed by the Soviet soldiers to get back to the rear after dark.

The river was still so cold and biting, and this time Lynn not only found it unbearable, but felt a little happy when she returned home. The last leg of the road was really difficult for the two seriously wounded soldiers, who were basically unconscious in a coma, regardless of whether they were shot in the back or wounded in the head. Abandoning the easy-to-attract stretcher, the soldiers could only clamp one of two, and use ropes and straps to support the surname, which means that the fate of the trio has been tightly tied together, and a single bullet may give the three of them no chance to escape. Fortunately, the sandy bottom of the river was not too soft, and although they were falling behind with difficulty, they still stubbornly made their way to the other side of the river.

Winter mornings were unusually cold, with a thin mist floating above the river, and if it weren't for that, the brighter light would have exposed the German commandos to the noses of the Soviet gunners. But the sound of the rushing water was especially piercing on this quiet morning, when suddenly a shuttle of bullets came at him, stirring up a series of small jets of water on the surface of the river, and Lynn and every commando were so frightened that they subconsciously hid behind the wreckage of the destroyed tanks. At this time, if you warn the friendly forces on the other side in German, although you can avoid accidental damage, the same deadly bullets will come from behind, and given the density and angle of fire, they will pose a far greater threat than from the German positions on the north bank!

According to the agreement before departure, the German soldiers who waded across the river gritted their teeth and did not say a word, only waiting for the gunfire to weaken a little, and then continued to move forward. Bullet casings were indistinguishable from friend to foe, and Lynn soon saw that a companion had been shot, but apart from a muffled grunt, he didn't let out the shouts that worried Lynn. In this way, Lynn's chest was torn apart as if he had been beaten hard, and the whole person fell into an extreme critical state. It would have been better to die, but he saw another companion who was close at hand being shot and falling, and the man clutched his gun and fell into the water on his back, without even any struggle......

The "Night Warriors" with large boxes on their backs had no special immunity, and the aimless bullets hit two in quick succession. The one with the wounded arm was able to barely hold on, and was almost killed by a bullet in the chest. Lynn struggled to quicken his pace, but another "Night Warrior" grabbed his companion first, only to see him raise his right hand feebly and swing it, struggling to hand over the rifle with the infrared sight and the large box containing the battery to the rescuer, and then he was submerged in the water as if freed, and he rolled over and floated face down the river downstream.

The relentless gunfire on the other side still rang out unrelentingly, and Lynn swung her legs insensitively, the river became shallow, but her heart was like a knife.

Finally climbed onto the river bank, looked around, the five sets of infrared night vision equipment were still there, and only seventeen of the fifty soldiers who attacked were left at the moment. As they climbed up the slope, a burly "Night Warrior" cried out, "We are our own!" ”

Lynn usually hates others talking in a crying voice, but in such an environment, the crying voice of the male surname who is close to collapse due to despair is even more infectious, and Lynn, who has always prided himself on being strong, also felt the hot tears sliding on his cold face one after another.

We are our own people!

The gunfire stopped, and Lynn rolled into the foxhole at the forefront of the position, dragged by his companions. His eyes were wide open and he was looking straight at the sky, and it was gray.

Is this a sign of the road ahead?

"Retreat, retreat!"

When the surviving commandos returned, the big ears crouching in the foxhole to serve as outpost guards shouted at Lynn with their steel helmets pressed down their voices. But Lynn was physically and mentally tired like never before, and at the moment he just wanted to lie motionless like this. Fall asleep and never wake up again!

However, the German soldier did not want Lynn to remain in his territory, and seeing that his words were ineffective, he stretched out his broad palm and patted Lynn's right cheek, and asked him if he was okay with concern.

Lynn's gaze finally turned to the face of the thick-eyebrowed, somewhat innocent-looking army soldier, and the empty eyes made the other party a little afraid.

"Okay? Yes, I'm fine! As good as the weather! ”

Lynn recited the phrase as if he were reciting it, and he struggled to get up, but he was grabbed by the soldier, and several bullets whizzed over.

"You're crazy!" The soldier muttered, "Crawl, crawl over!" ”

"I'm fine, as good as the weather!"

Lynn repeated the words in despair, crawling backwards following the soldier's gestures, and casually looked up to see a two-and-a-half-story building in the mist.

Unexpectedly returned to his original position, but he felt inexplicably ironic.

The night that just passed was not a nightmare, it experienced a short **, and then fell into a deeper abyss.

I don't know how I got to the rear of the position, Lynn sat in the trench in a daze, until the lunch box with hot soup and half a piece of bread arrived in front of him, looking at the white bandaged hand, Lynn looked up in shock, the fierce face of the "butcher" reminded him of the statue of Jesus in the church.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and ran warmly down her face.

"Why?"

Looking up at the butcher, Lynn didn't reach for the soup and bread.

The butcher's answer was a prayer: "May the Lord forgive us sinful souls!" ”