As a result of the Soviet bombardment, the headquarters of the 4th Night Assault Battle Group was also moved from the ground to the ground, and the communications room, conference room, and the commander's office were compressed into a single basement, which was damp, dark, and smelled of mold.

Stepping inside, Lynn saw Luca at a glance. Motchig, a staff officer at the headquarters of the assault unit, reported from the headquarters to the 3rd assault detachment by himself on the same ride as the SS lieutenant - he had not seen him for more than half a month, and the lieutenant was also promoted to the rank of Waffen-SS captain.

Ignoring Captain Kaleger, who didn't look good, Lynn walked directly to Motchig: "Hey, Captain Motchig, why are you here in person!" ”

"Ahem!" Motchig seemed unaccustomed to this overly warm greeting, so he got up from his chair, shook Lynn's hand politely, and politely said, "Hey, Lynn, I haven't seen you in a while!" ”

Finally seizing the opportunity to vent his evil anger, Lynn continued: "yes, I haven't seen you for a while! Is Colonel Bach okay? ”

Motchig was also somewhat knowledgeable, he probably guessed Lynn's intentions, and he was more cooperative in tone and content: "Oh, the colonel is very good, but he has been busy lately, and he asked me to convey his personal greetings to you before I came!" ”

Lynn thought that the word "personal greeting" was a clever use of Motchig, and he deliberately glanced at Callegher, who was sitting there distracted by the lack of vision, heart, and determination.

"Oh, by the way, to introduce, this is Eva, a senior war correspondent specially dispatched by the Propaganda Department. Votridge! ”

Motchig turned sideways, and Lynn realized that the "non-commissioned officer" next to him was actually a woman, she was wearing a slightly loose "pea" combat uniform, short haircuts, and an ordinary military cap, and the armed belt was also equipped with a pistol holster, and the basement light was not particularly bright, so he didn't pay attention at all just now.

Although it was the attire of an ordinary SS non-commissioned officer, when the senior war correspondent spoke, Lynn would not confuse his surname in any way. Because this voice is as pleasant as a silver bell, and it exudes a heroic fortitude.

"Hello, Sergeant Gargo!"

"Oh, oh, hello, Miss Votridge!" Surprised but not flustered in response to the greeting, Lynn saw that the other party had stretched out his white hand, so he was a little awkward and shook his hand that he hadn't had time to wash.

After all, a woman is a woman, she can speak very angrily, but her hands are still very small, and her skin is no less delicate than Alice, and she has never practiced a gun.

"Alright, let's get down to business first!" Motchige felt inappropriate after saying this, and hurriedly apologized to the senior female war reporter beside her, and she smiled politely, relieving the other party's embarrassment.

Eva. Votridge, Eva? Lynn suddenly remembered that the mistress of the head of the empire was also called Eva, and if history remained unchanged, the pair of bitter mandarin ducks would officially marry in the near future, and both committed suicide on the same day - but this Eva was not Eva, and the female war reporter in front of her looked to be in her twenties, not pretty, and her facial features were not exquisite, but her whole face was very well-proportioned, and she had a pair of big watery eyes.

"Captain Calleger?" Motchig turned his head and called softly.

The guy who was still sitting in the chair finally woke up from a dream, he stood up suddenly, looked at Motchig, and reluctantly looked at Lynn, tugged at the placket, and said, "Let's start?" ”

"Good!" Motchig took out a document from the briefcase he was carrying, and read out the commendation order for the 167th Night Combat Team in public. Gargo was in the ranks, along with the group's four soldiers. As commander, Lynn was awarded the Iron Cross of the 1st Class and promoted to Waffen-SS corporal; Private Wolfrum, Private Graf, Private Tanze, and Techmel were each awarded an Iron Cross of the Second Degree.

After reading it, Motchig took out a rectangular wooden box from his briefcase, opened it, and turned to Kalegher: "Please! ”

Callegle tugged at the hem of his shirt for the second time - his outfit was neat and straight compared to Lynn and the others who had to crawl around the training ground and on the battlefield.

With a blank face, he took out the medals from the box, put them on Lynn one by one, and said "Well done" to everyone. At this time, Lynn was extremely happy, not only offsetting the depression of yesterday morning, but also swept away the unhappiness of being ruthlessly refuted when he spoke the day before yesterday.

After handing out the medals, Motchig said "congratulations" to Lynn and the four soldiers, and then Kalegel awarded Lynn the SS corporal's right collar, epaulettes, and armbands, and the brief commendation ceremony ended. Next, Motchig relinquished his position to the female war correspondent, and introduced Kalegel and Lynn:

"Miss Vottridge has come this time to write a war report that will truthfully record the deeds of our night commandos. It just so happened that the 167th Combat Group attacked the Soviet army at night with extraordinary courage and outstanding skills, captured a rocket artillery vehicle, and on the way back to its own defense line, it also intelligently and bravely shelled the Soviet position, which greatly disrupted the Soviet army's offensive plan. ”

"Of course!" Kalegel turned to Eva. Vottridge smiled, but the female war correspondent only smiled politely.

Motchig said businessmanlikely, "Okay, my mission is complete, it's time to go back to the headquarters." Captain Calleger, please send Miss Vottridge back to Berlin when her work is done! ”

Callegher politely replied, "Definitely!" ”

Motchig grabbed his briefcase and walked out alone - Lynn had just seen an empty Horch military vehicle outside the basement, and this guy had come by his own car, right?

Lynn admired Motchig's habit of being a lone ranger, but in a blink of an eye, he remembered that the headquarters of the "Vampire" commando was located northwest of Berlin near the Baltic Sea. Or go to the airport and take a plane through the Soviet front?

It was like groping in a deep and dark cave for a long time, and finally saw a glimmer of light in front of her, Lynn said "sorry" to the female war reporter like a treasure, and ran out to chase it.

Fortunately, the reaction was fast enough, and the speed was not picky, and when Lynn came out, Motchige was already sitting in the cab, wearing sunglasses, and was about to start the car.

"Hey, Captain, wait!" Lynn, fearing that the hope within reach would fly away, shouted loudly as she rushed over.

Motchig poked his head out of the open window, "What's wrong, Lynn?" ”

"You're going back to your headquarters now?" Lynn gets straight to the point.

"yes!" Motchig replied calmly.

"That'...... Is it still in the old place? Lynn asked again.

"No!" Motchig looked at Lynn, "The headquarters has now moved to Berlin, just on Wilhelmstrasse, and the original headquarters barracks are now used to train recruits!" ”

Hearing this answer, Lynton felt disillusioned.

"How?" Motchig asked.

Unable to see each other's eyes through the sunglasses, Lynn made a reason: "Uh...... I've heard that the Soviets have besieged Berlin, but if you can go back to your original camp, doesn't that mean it's a rumor? ”

"Rumors, of course!" Motchig looked upset - who likes someone who shakes the hearts of their own troops?

"Oh, that's good, that's good!" Lynn took a step back, ready to watch Motchig leave.

His eyes turned back to the front, and he immediately started the military vehicle, and just as he was about to leave, Motchig turned his head and said something meaningful to Lynn: "No one can surround us!" ”

The Horch military vehicle sped away, and Lynn looked at its distant back, pondering Motchig's words. According to history, the Soviet army did surround Berlin and eventually conquer it, is history changing, or is there a mystery hidden in "no one"? What does this have to do with the flying saucer you see?

With a barrage of questions that could not be answered for the time being, Lynn sulked back in the basement, where he found Calleger and the senior war correspondent each sitting and smoking, while her four soldiers were still standing there honestly. Only then did he come back to his senses and say "sorry" to the female war reporter again.

"A hero is a hero, and his behavior is different!" Kalegel said angrily.

Lynn didn't want to pay any attention to this guy at all.

Eva. Vottridge gracefully snuffed out his cigarette butt and said, "Sergeant Gargo, are you going to state the battle here, or are you going back to your residence?" ”

If it was up to him, he would have been as far away from Callegher as possible, but he was not an impolite man, so he replied, "It's up to you!" ”

I saw that the female war correspondent stood up unhurriedly, neither pretentious nor perfunctory, she first said goodbye to Kalegher: "Mr. Captain, thank you for your support and cooperation, I will come back to you after the work is completed!" ”

Immediately afterward, she put on a leather satchel that resembled a briefcase, and calmly said to Lynn, "Then go to your residence!" ”

This sounds a little ambiguous, thinking that there is no hope of escaping the front line at the moment anyway, and this female war reporter is at least not annoying, and Lynn is ready to tell her glorious deeds, maybe it will go down in history and become a classic case of tactics?

To paraphrase an old-fashioned advertising slogan, anything is possible!

(To be continued)