February 23, 1946, the Red Army Day of the Soviet Union.

For the first half of the day, Lynn and Franz and Pate had slept in the cellar of the Finnish spies, and in broad daylight they could not prop up the antenna mount of the radio, but despite this, the slightly adjusted radio equipment still served the basic function of a radio. They sometimes listened to Soviet radio, and at other times switched to the frequencies of the official Finnish and Swedish radio stations. Not surprisingly, Stalin was absent from the parade in Leningrad, along with a number of members of the Supreme Presidium of the Soviets, who were in prominent political positions. Although at this military parade, the Soviet army displayed a batch of sophisticated new weapons, including IS-3 heavy tanks and new self-propelled guns that failed to catch up with the war, and the four generalissimos headed by Zhukov and many generals appeared on the viewing platform, people's attention was obviously attracted to the "collective ill" Soviet high-level.

By noon, the lame middle-aged man had returned from the Soviet barracks for news, and the unspecified martial law order had been issued early in the morning, and the border guards had already been ordered to carry out high-alert patrols in the border area. Hundreds of kilometers away from Leningrad, this is still the case, and the vigilance around the old capital of Tsarist Russia can be imagined. Fortunately, in the afternoon, Mitigo arrived at the village with a team of Sol Task Force fighters, dressed in Soviet uniforms and carrying standard Soviet equipment, who claimed to be a special patrol organized for the Red Army Festival to the villagers, and imposed martial law on the surrounding area of the village.

From the beginning of the evening, the sky began to fall with goose feathers, and the wind and snow interfered with the view, and the few Russian civilians in the village chose to stay at home. Lynn and the others were able to get out of the cellar and stretch their limbs, and everyone conversed in Russian, but Lynn was inconvenient to speak, so he could only listen pitifully. These task force soldiers did not directly attack the personnel of the Soviet special train, but carried out harassment and sabotage in the city, and they took advantage of the fact that the Soviet troops were evacuated by car before the total martial law in Leningrad, because the dilapidated car broke down on the way, they had to requisition a truck at a higher price halfway, and when they were still more than 30 kilometers away, seeing that they could not bypass the Soviet checkpoint and temporary checkpoint, they abandoned the car and walked through the mountains and forests overnight before finally arriving.

After nightfall, the second contingent arrived in the village, and although the most important attackers were still not heard from, given that there were nearly 30 of his own men in the village during the season, and that the number of people in the village was easy to expose, Mitigo strongly advised Lynn to cross the border directly with the team to Finland, and he himself would stay there until the last group of personnel had left.

The situation is similar to that at the border in New Mexico, but there are some differences. After careful consideration, Lynn finally made a decision that Mitigo opposed: let the task force and intelligence officers in Soviet uniforms cross the border first under the cover of darkness and snow, and hide himself and the rest of the men in the cellars of Finnish spies to wait for the follow-ups, especially those who directly attacked Stalin's special train.

Under the cover of night, 12 Tarm Sol combatants and 3 suspected intelligence agents embarked on a bumpy and arduous journey. In such bad weather, a week's return to a secret camp in Finland was a smooth one. As the snow gradually obscured the footprints, such a murderous team disappeared from the sight of the villagers. This place is only a few dozen kilometers away from the Soviet-Finnish border, whether it is a war time or a peaceful era, it is a place of right and wrong, and the residents here have long been accustomed to various conditions, if the nerves are not strong enough, how dare they stay here for a long time?

A night of wind and snow, a night of calm, only Pate was busy in front of the radio equipment. The various encrypted electronic communications within the Soviet Union were extremely frequent, and there were many different sequences of encryption methods, and long-distance encrypted radio communications were also active, which meant that although the Soviet Union did not officially announce the news, the eyes of the whole world had been vigilantly gathered.

Before dawn, the wind and snow abated considerably, but the subsequent task force personnel were still nowhere to be seen. Major Mitigo, who stayed with Lynn, was the only one here who knew Lynn's exact identity, so he was particularly concerned about his personal safety, but Lynn had his own plans, and he was kind enough to reassure Mitigo so that the rest of the men remained in the cellar during the day, leaving only the Finnish spies outside to take care of the situation.

Winter night fell early, and in the fields where the wind and snow had almost subsided, came a gray-faced team, most of them wearing the winter uniforms of the Soviet army, and the leader four were the uniforms of the Soviet internal guard troops--since the Great Purge of the thirties, this army has gradually put on a mysterious and ferocious cloak, not to mention the ethnic minorities (including a relatively small number) in the Soviet Union, and even the officers and men of the army are a little afraid to see them.

Lynn came to the door in advance and continued to climb the tunnel, he looked disgraced at this moment, but there was an essential difference between ordinary mud and dust and battlefield gunsmoke, and Lynn, who had experienced the baptism of blood and rain on the Eastern Front, was deeply touched by this. He stood there in a dignified position, waiting for the leader with an ordinary head and a deep scar on his chin to come to him, and then said in Russian, which he was not very good at: "You are finally here!" ”

"Sir!" The calm and sophisticated leader expressed his respect with a Soviet-style military salute, and then replied: "We are late!" ”

Lynn grinned lightly, "It's not too late!" ”

After a 40-minute break, the elite warriors of Task Force Sol were back on the road, and with the exception of Mitigo who led three intelligence officers to stay in the Soviet Union and leave in reverse, the rest joined the team heading northwest. As the commander-in-chief of the operation, Lynn did not take over the commander of the team, but obeyed the leader's arrangement, and made some suggestions through his own vision and way of thinking, so that he could get out of the entanglement as well as possible when he encountered a Soviet patrol on the way.

On the first long winter night, the group traveled all night, hindered by the rugged mountain road and deep snow, and the distance they walked was only more than 20 kilometers, so at dawn, the team leader found a pine forest to hide.

"It was in such woods that we laid an ambush, and when the special train escorting the head of the Soviet Union arrived, we rammed the front of the car with 500 pounds of explosives, causing many cars at the front of the train to derail and overturn, and then fired nine anti-tank rockets one after another, except for the armored cars in front and behind the train, none of the other cars were unmissed."

Sitting under the roots of the tree and listening to the description of the leading officer, Lynn could imagine the fierce scene at that time, and regretted that she was absent from this historical scene. If you go there yourself, plus the earlier raid at Las Amos, and whatever your future achievements, you will definitely be a world-class pioneer in special warfare.

He didn't want to regret this bold leader, he said to Lynn, the real planner of the raid plan: "It's a pity that I left in a very hasty way, and I didn't have time to take a closer look, if I can arrange one or two snipers in another place, or even send daredevils to infiltrate and approach, the certainty of killing is almost 100 percent." ”

Lynn nodded, not because she was not thoughtful, but because she lacked a little ruthlessness in acting.

While the two were whispering, the soldier on guard at the edge of the woods came back and reported: "A small detachment of enemy cavalry is approaching. ”

Everyone was immediately alarmed.

"Don't be nervous!" The leader calmly got up and patted the mud and snow on his military uniform, the internal affairs troops of the Soviet army were not three-headed and six-armed, but in this era, on the territory of the Soviet Union, they still belonged to special people.

"Matt, Jerta, José, you three come with me!"

Three other contingent members, also dressed in Internal Affairs uniforms, followed.

The four of them stood generously beside the woods, and under the gaze of everyone, the five-man Soviet cavalry squad asked from a distance: "What are you doing?" ”

"What are you doing?" The team leader spoke fluently with a southern Russian accent.

"We're a patrol here!" Seeing that these were officers and soldiers of the internal affairs troops, the commander of the Soviet cavalry squad suddenly softened his tone, and in the eyes of these people, these guys could not be provoked.

"Really? How do I know that you are not saboteurs who have just crossed the border? You'd better not touch your weapons, there are ten machine guns in the woods aimed at you! The leader's tone was arrogant and disdainful, and he was an invincible gendarme.

"What are you kidding? We're the patrol here! The commander of the Soviet cavalry squad stretched out his hand and motioned for his subordinates to stay still and come on their own horseback. Seeing this, Lynn in the woods couldn't help but sweat for his leader, and if there were gunshots in broad daylight, he was afraid that more Soviet patrols would be attracted before he crossed the border.

The leader said unscrupulously and loudly: "I don't care who you are, yesterday there was an extremely bad incident in Leningrad, the superiors suspected that the saboteurs had crossed the border from Finland, and our army had their internal response, so we rushed here overnight, and you were the first prey we encountered!" ”

"Prey? You say we're prey? Although the commander of the Soviet cavalry squad found this ironic, he used the second-person honorific and approached without hurrying, turned over and dismounted, and took his papers out of his pocket.

"Comrade Lieutenant, this is my ID, you can check it carefully. Also, if you say that there are two or three machine guns in ambush in the woods, I would probably believe it, but ten...... With all due respect, that's a bit of a stretch! ”

The team leader opened his ID and looked at him: "Really?" How many are two machine guns for one armored car, five armored vehicles? ”

The cavalry officer looked curiously into the woods, where the snow-covered pine trees in the treetops were so dense that there was no room for armored carriages in the voids.

Vaguely listening to the conversation between the two, Lynn also wondered: What kind of medicine is this guy selling in his gourd?

(To be continued)