A large puff of white gas rose from the front of the car, almost obscuring the view, and the brakes slammed on in embarrassment, and the car stopped in front of the ruins, such a scene was similar to Lynn. It's just that the once glorious Third Reich is infinitely approaching its end, and every day, even every hour, the situation is changing dramatically.

After crossing the block where the two armies exchanged fire, Lynn and the others were already under the guns of the German troops, but fortunately, this was an era before car bombs, and the German officers and soldiers who were struggling to defend would not use this gas car as an offensive weapon of the Soviets. The guns had stopped, and there were people in the nearby ruins calling them to "hurry up". When Lynn got out of the car and touched the ground with his feet, it felt like he was on a roller coaster, but he didn't have time to experience the solidity of the earth, so he hurriedly turned around and helped Tanze to run to the shelter. Titchmel and another German soldier who had been rescued by Lynn followed closely behind Colonel Matsov, while the German soldier who had been sitting in the passenger seat walked to the back of the car, looked down at his companion who had been shot and killed during the retreat, and mourned for a moment before leaving.

Returning to his own side, Lynn's hanging heart also relaxed slightly. Meet the field commander here, Waffen-SS Lieutenant Colonel Delvic. Winter, he proposed to hand over Colonel Matsov, who had become a prisoner of war for the second time, on the spot, but the frowning commander admitted that he had to go all out for the battle in front of him, and he simply had no energy to deal with such a Soviet officer who was similar to a "hot potato" - from a tactical point of view, the Soviet troops on the opposite side were attacking in addition to attacking, and even if they repelled a batch, reinforcements would follow, as for their numbers, soldiers, and equipment and other information, That is of some reference value to command departments at least at the level of the district command. Therefore, Lieutenant Colonel Winter suggested that Lynn send Colonel Matsov directly to the City Defense Command in the downtown area, and all he could do was provide a military vehicle.

Lynn accepted Lieutenant Colonel Winter's suggestion and made a small request to help find his lost comrades, Wolfrum and Noah, and tell them to return to the city to join him. Lieutenant Colonel Winter agreed, but before Lynn could smoke a cigarette from his place, the Soviets on the opposite side launched another attack, and the ferocious shelling immediately turned the buildings and ruins of the German officers and soldiers into a purgatory of fire and smoke. Lynn, fearing that something would be lost, hurried to escort Colonel Matsov away with Tanze and Tschmel. The small and nimble VW82 barrel car just accommodates these four people, but the fly in the ointment is that this car has no fuel! Lieutenant Colonel Winter managed to get a few litres of gasoline, and it should be fine to get to the city center, but it was difficult to go around half a circle.

Thinking that the last barricade on the east bank of the Spree River had been attacked by Soviet troops before, Lynn was even mentally prepared to force his way through the small streets and alleys scattered with ruins, but halfway through the encounter, a German armored detachment composed of three No. 4 tanks, three Type 3 assault guns and some infantry met him. The Soviet forces attacking the last barricade line on the east bank of the Spree River had been repulsed, and these German armored units were rushing to the area where Lieutenant Colonel Winter was stationed.

Hearing such good news, Lynn happily stepped on the gas pedal and drove along the main road towards the barricade. After a minute and a half, he slowed down through the area in front of the barricade where twenty or thirty Soviet tanks were scattered, and arrived at the barricade line under the direct gaze of several King Tiger tanks, and was carefully questioned and inspected by the sentries before entering—the change in atmosphere was also noticeable.

As we drove on, we soon came to the bridge over the River Spree. At the West Bank bridgehead, Lynn has another pair of surprises: Brewer and Frederick (minions who have been put in halfway and temporarily served as a loader for Noah). They waited faithfully here, and were unmoved by the fierce Soviet offensive against the barricade line and the majestic passing of their own reserves. Had it not been for the bad news that the young SS Private Frederick had brought in about Brück's serious injuries, it would have been perfect for Lynn.

"It's still ...... after all" Lynn sighed heavily, but the deceased was gone, he was willing to hide this grief in his heart, and waved his hand, "Brothers, get in the car!" ”

With two adults and two sets of night vision equipment, the small military barrel car instantly became crowded, and Colonel Matsoff, who was squeezed, snorted in pain, and Lynn didn't drag him down and beat him to vent his anger, and he didn't pay attention to his moans.

Passing through the fortified Unter den Linden, Lynn saw the Brandenburg Gate, the symbol of German victory, in the twilight of night. A large number of defensive positions were erected around it, and several Panthers hid their bodies in dug bunkers, revealing only the turrets with a pronounced inclination and a long straight gun from the sandbag breastwork, where the tankmen sat and smoked or chatted with the infantry around them, enjoying a moment of leisure before the decisive battle. Powerful 88mm anti-tank guns were deployed in nearby shelters of roughly the same configuration, which reminded Lynn of Herveg, where the German gunners were not lacking in elite armor, and their light and seemingly wide gun shields did not give them good protection, and when they were involved in street fighting, they were often in a worse situation than the infantry.

From here onto Wilhelmstraße, the Imperial Chancellery with its huge dome was already in sight, but Lynn and the others had not had a chance to get a glimpse of it closely, because the city defense headquarters was set up in the underground fortifications less than 500 meters from the Brandenburg Gate. After passing through two layers of cordon and undergoing two inspections, Lynn drove the car to the front of the command department, and saw a "King Tiger" heavy tank parked relatively concealed at the entrance of the alley on the side, and there was a half-track armored vehicle behind it, and the surrounding open space was built to build battle bunkers, and the FLAK88 air defense/anti-tank group, MG42 machine gun group, and the combat group using infantry anti-tank rocket launchers could be seen everywhere, and the whole scene was on high alert. The last time Lynn came to the Führer, the entrance to the underground fortifications was heavily guarded, and now that the Soviets have entered the city of Berlin, there is a surprising number of elite troops and heavy weapons deployed around a mere Wilhelmstrasse.

Lynn personally escorted Colonel Matsov into the headquarters, although he had previously learned from friendly forces that the new commander of the city's defenses, Helmut. General Weidling arrived, but he still looked forward to seeing Laurence here again. Bach side. It's a pity that none of the busy figures are familiar to me. Upon learning of Lynn's intentions, the officers immediately reported to their superiors. Soon, a major general in his forties and a colonel of about the same age appeared in front of Lynn, both of whom spoke very neatly, and listened to Lynn's brief account of what had happened, and were amazed, even a little incredulous, at the deeds of this small group of night soldiers—but there was no doubt in their words, and the words of praise only stopped. After the handover, they readily agreed to Lynn's request to return the soldiers to the Army Library to recuperate, promising to provide them with the best possible amount of food, ammunition, and even two barrels of gasoline (portable square plastic drums). As for the soldiers killed in action, they assigned a second lieutenant to keep a detailed record in order to apply for the corresponding medals and pensions on their behalf.

Walking out along the passage connecting the underground fortifications to the street, Lynn suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his heart, as if he had lost the goal of continuing the fight in an instant, until he walked out of the passage and saw his subordinates sitting in the car waiting for him, and then he came to his senses like an enlightenment: With loyal subordinates, convenient means of transportation, and the supplies promised by the city defense headquarters, shouldn't it be time to plan a way back and put it into practice?

(To be continued)