The light popped up over the north bank of the river, which meant that the Soviet shooters on the opposite bank were able to hide in the darkness and hunt their targets wantonly, and how could they still find a moving figure outside the German positions?

A few minutes ago, Lynn had only cowered in a foxhole, but fortunately he had moved to the trenches. After a bloody and brutal melee fight, the trenches were now filled with corpses, where the living could find firearms, ammunition, first aid kits, and all sorts of valuables and worthless. Of course, you can also move to the position behind the villa along the communication trench connected to the trench, and climb out of the ground under the cover of the building, and maybe even drink a sip of hot battlefield soup.

In a matter of moments, dozens of rifle bullets were found from the steel helmets of several dead people, and an MP40 that had run out of bullets, and Lynn "got rid of poverty and became rich" faster than he imagined. However, the strong smell of blood made my head dizzy, and my stomach was also churning faintly, how could I still have the heart to continue looking for waste treasures? With a Mauser rifle on his back and a submachine gun on his back, he walked along the trench to the right flank of the position, glancing at the ground all the way, for fear of suddenly discovering that the familiar body of the "butcher" had turned into a cold corpse. The light here flickered and many of the corpses were lying face down, and Lynn didn't have the courage to look through every corpse in German uniform, and stumbled for seven or eight minutes before finally reaching the rear position. There were no corpses in the trenches here, and there was a dull yellow muddy water in the potholes, and there was no need to carefully step over the bayonets.

Looking at the villa from behind, except for the window glass, all of which were shattered by artillery fire, whether it was the yellow wall or the arched porch, it was basically the same, and there were several black holes on the side of the pointed roof, but the main body was still there, and from this direction, the sniper's hiding position was not directly damaged.

“lynn…… Hey! lynn！ ”

When he saw the "butcher" sitting in the trench, the other party also saw himself and called out his name. You can hear that the familiar voice has an element of excitement. Lynn walked forward quickly, the face of the "butcher" was cleaner than in the previous battle, except that the upper arm of his left hand was bandaged, and the white gauze was oozing blood from the outside of the arm, apparently from the enemy's bayonet.

Seeing that the only surviving subordinate in the original team was once again immortal, the "butcher" grinned non-smilingly, although this expression looked very awkward, but it was the truest emotional embodiment of the rest of his life after the catastrophe. It's a pity that Lynn can't understand what he said later, so she has to pretend to smile easily, and the tears that men don't want to shed are rolling in her eyes.

Death is a hundred, hovering, hesitating, and tormenting on the edge of life and death, watching one familiar face after another lose their blood, which may be the greatest pain in the world.

Seeing that Lynn had no new injuries all over his body, the "butcher" clenched his right hand and smashed his chest twice, and his jaw was repeated. Lynn looked around, people with white cloths tied to their arms or no military uniforms were constantly carrying the seriously wounded down from the front trenches, these dying soldiers were basically covered in blood, some were missing arms and legs, some of them must not survive the field hospital, but except for low moans, no one screamed for death, such a scene set off the sadness and heaviness after the tragic battle.

Like the "butcher", most of the minor wounded who suffered skin injuries were simply bandaged. With no more reserves on top, they were still waiting to be deployed, waiting for the officers to give the order, and they would rush to the front line of the most dangerous battles without hesitation - just like that, an army still faced a defeat, fate or chance, and Lynn was still looking for answers.

"Ziyi...... Ziyi ...... Ande ...... ZZ! (German: you, you, and you)

When the finger was pointed in front of her, Lynn looked up blankly, completely unaware of what was happening. To his great surprise, standing in front of him was actually "Yankel", the Wehrmacht officer who almost got into a fight with the "butcher" in the town because he had fired a gun against the ban, and the commander of the temporary combat company he was in. What does this guy mean by pointing at himself?

The finger seemed to stay in front of Lynn for half a second longer, and after skipping "Butcher", he turned to another soldier, and everyone who was pointed on stood up consciously.

"Cumminsmit!" (German: Follow me)

After saying this, which Lynn did not understand, "Yankel" raised his chin as usual, turned and walked with his hands behind his back in the opposite direction to the riverbank. The soldiers who were spotted automatically lined up to follow, and Lynn, though still wondering, had no choice but to do everything. Just before leaving, the "butcher" quickly pulled a submachine gun magazine from the magazine in front of him and stuffed it into his hand, whispering something - Lynn guessed it probably meant something like "take care". Unable to reply, he took the magazine, nodded silently, and walked behind the team of more than ten people.

Far from the bloody battlefields, walking on the dirt roads in the fresh air, Lynn was full of doubts about the mission of this small group of soldiers. Look at these guys in front of you, tall and tall, thin and thin, short and short, and fat and fat, it doesn't look like they are purely selling physical strength at all, could it be that they are going to be daredevils?

Thinking of this, Lynn's mind first came to mind the movie scene of the devil carrying a bayonet bare-chested, with a diaper wrapped around his head, and Iyiwa wawa hitting the muzzle of the opponent's gun, and then there was a "human flesh bomb" full of explosives and pounced on the enemy. Lynn didn't want to be one of them at all, and her resentment was directed at the "Yankel" who led the team. Damn it, he's deliberately announcing a personal vendetta!

Even if he gritted his teeth, Lynn couldn't go up and beat him up at this time, after all, the dozen or so soldiers around him were all good soldiers, and the traditional concept of soldiers would let them control the following offenders at the first time, and then? Maybe it happened to be played by "Yankel" on the spot, and it was considered light to be beaten on the spot, and maybe he was directly executed on the battlefield as a traitor.

With a whimsical mind, Lynn followed the group into a birch forest of deciduous trees with sentry-like trunks. In the middle of winter, the leaves have fallen off, but the snow covering the branches still makes their canopy like an umbrella. The woods at night seem to be a big labyrinth, except for the creaking of feet in the snow, there seems to be only the strange sound of the wind in your ears. After walking a long distance, I finally saw three half-track armored vehicles, which were actually parked at the edge of the other side of the woods, and "Yankel" led the soldiers through the woods only to take a shortcut.

Seeing these ordinary armored vehicles without turrets, although Lynn still couldn't guess the purpose of this trip, he vaguely felt that he was going to perform a mission with a special surname. After communicating with the opposing officer, "Yankel" left them alone and left the same way without saying a word. The starlight, which had been relatively bright, was dimmed through the ice branches of the birch tree, and the officer, who was about the height of "Yankel", seemed to be shrouded in black shadows, black from head to toe. Due to the white complexion, his face seemed to float in the air. With an inexplicable fear, Lynn approached to find that the officer's helmet and combat uniform were identical in style to those of ordinary SS soldiers, except that the color was very dark, but not completely black. He carried an MP44 cross-body with a shoulder strap, and the assault rifle had what appeared to be a large flashlight. More precisely, it is a special sighting device with a "double structure": the upper part is a large lamp head, and the lower part resembles a normal sniper scope but is larger, and each part is connected to something behind the officer's back by a wire.

The officer waved at the soldiers brought by the "Yankel" and said in a deep voice rich in magnetic surnames: "In-Zug! (German, get in the car!) ）

Just as the other man half-turned and gestured, Lynn saw what he was carrying on his back: a large square box like a radio transmitter, with no antennas on it, and two wires extending from the "big flashlight" on the assault rifle connected to the lower part of the large box.

Could this be the ultimate technical equipment of the ground forces during World War II - infrared night vision devices?

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At the end of the first item of science and technology, the infrared night vision device finally debuted, brothers, don't be in a hurry, good Dongdong has to boil slowly, get rid of everyone to give a few more recommended votes to the top of the top......