Through the bulky Soviet-made binoculars, Lynn saw a team of five led by his own leader riding a war horse captured from the Soviet army to the Soviet border post, and they were so swaggering that the Soviet sentry on duty at the post spotted them early and greeted them with bright searchlights - they were not too embarrassed to see that the comer was moving on their own side, and they were all wearing their own military uniforms, and there was nothing suspicious about the posture. When the riders approached the outpost, they were very cooperative in removing the searchlights so as not to interfere with their vision from being overly intense.

Seeing the two Soviet sentries walking out of the checkpoint and leading the team to dismount and walk up to them, Lynn could imagine what was about to happen next with his eyes closed, and he muttered in his heart: "When you meet this group of killing gods, those Russians can only consider themselves unlucky!" ”

There were no gunshots, no unusual noises, and after a while, one of the task forces who remained with Lynn whispered, "Sir, they have signaled, and the outpost has been taken under our control." ”

Lynn asked with some curiosity, "Did you do the same when you came?" ”

The task force leader hurriedly shook his head: "When we came, we quietly slipped across the border line, and at that time, the security of the Soviet army was not as strict as it is now, and many small outposts were not permanent soldiers - the weather was too cold, where could normal people endure it!" ”

This ghost weather is really cold enough, three layers inside and three layers outside the clothes, Lynn still feels the chill, how dare he lie on the ground outside, the whole process is carefully squatting, and he has to beware of the contact between his butt and the ground, so as not to accidentally freeze on the ground.

Although the front checkpoint is controlled, the remaining task force and intelligence officers are not able to swagger through the city like their comrades in front, after all, there is a Soviet army post a few kilometers away, if the light of the searchlight finds that a whole team of people has appeared in this field near the border, it is difficult to ensure that they will not be driven by curiosity and responsibility to hang up the phone to contact the front post, and then they may be bumped into the truth. So Lynn, the ones who didn't ride horses, walked one after the other. Without saying a word, it was not so difficult to walk through the fields for more than two kilometers, and after half an hour, everyone had reached the checkpoint.

Lynn walked in and saw that a small group of Soviet soldiers stationed at the outpost had been killed without exception, and most of them had been attacked with extreme violence such as cutting their throats. It was freezing and the smell of blood hadn't spread, but the dark red patches on the ground and walls still looked shocking.

"Sir, I'll let two members of the team escort you on horseback, this place has been slaughtered by us, and it won't take long for the Soviets to find out, with their surnames...... It is highly likely to cross the border in pursuit! The leading officer said without leaving room for negotiation.

Riding a horse is one of Lynn's worst things, but I have to admit that the leader has a lot of point. Thinking of his own ambitions, of the charming Dinah, and of his unborn child, he accepted the arrangement of the leading officer to let him go first, but insisted that he not ride horses, but left all five horses to the task force who were holding the post, so that they could speed up when they retreated.

"Then we can hold out for five hours." The lead officer didn't smile at all, so much so that Lynn couldn't figure out if he was joking or calculating.

Before leaving, Lynn asked the cold-blooded man about his plans in great detail.

"It's 1:10 a.m., and I'm here with four players until 6 a.m., and the retreat is still more than two hours before dawn. If the wind and snow are not strong after dawn, the Soviets will send planes to search, and then you will have to take the forest and mountain roads, which will be much slower, but it is better not to stop. The leader seems to have already ordered the personnel, and the four task forces who entered the checkpoint with him are now inspecting and fiddling with firearms -- the Soviet checkpoint is equipped with a light machine gun, four submachine guns, two rifles, and a number of grenades and ammunition. Of course, if you're lucky, the Soviets may not have noticed anything unusual at all during these three hours.

"Hopefully we'll see you again soon!" Lynn took off her gloves and stretched out her right hand.

The leader's murderous right hand was surprisingly warm, but Lynn was not hardy enough in comparison.

The checkpoint was adjacent to the border post and barbed wire, and a task force member had already cut the barbed wire with Soviet sapper pliers, and Lynn walked across the border, stood on Finnish soil and waved back to the leader, the fierce guy just looked at it with a blank face, which seemed cool to others, and also made Lynn envy and admiration from the bottom of his heart.

The road ahead was still so long and arduous, but when the comrades-in-arms firmly stayed behind the back hall, people felt more energetic to walk. After walking like this for more than 2 hours, when Lynn turned back, he could no longer see the shadow of the checkpoint at all, and could only see from the stained canopy that the searchlight of the checkpoint was still working normally.

February 25, 1946, 3:42 a.m. On the Soviet-Finnish border on the Soviet sentry post, the leading officer of the Thorde task force held the binoculars with a grim face. In the dark night, he saw a dark shadow faintly flickering in the distance, it seemed to be a group of cavalry - in a familiar land, five cavalrymen had been lost for most of the day, and their superior command had sent troops to search for them overnight, which was enough to explain the peculiarity of the current situation.

"The Russians seem to be coming too fast!" The task force standing behind the searchlight muttered to himself that it was said that such a night was the easiest way to cover up the killings, and it would not be surprising if the other party's nerves were relaxed.

"There aren't many of them, it seems that they didn't come for us at first, maybe they were looking for their companions to come here, and by the way, they patrolled along the border to wake up Mosette and them, so that they could get ready for battle!" The leading officer, who is often privately called "Grim Reaper" by his subordinates, said calmly.

The team went down the stairs, and in less than two minutes, another task force member of five big and three thick came up.

"Boss, how many people are here?"

The team leader replied, "Not much, only a dozen." ”

"If they come recklessly, we'll kill them all with a whispering pistol and keep their horses under control. With ten more horses, the time it takes us to reach the secret camp would have been greatly reduced. The word "reckless" came out of the mouth of this stout and burly fellow, and it always felt a little funny.

"We've killed their companions before, and now, don't underestimate their vigilance! But these guys are all cavalry, only swords and ordinary guns, and there should be no problem blocking them! ”

After Lynn left with the others, the lead officer had his men fortify the post in the way they were accustomed to, and set up the only machine gun on the post. The only pity is that these task forces now only have quality weapons in their hands, if it is a standard Third Reich equipment configuration, especially the MG-42 light machine gun with amazing lethality to cavalry and infantry, and equipped with appropriate antifreeze, then even a hundred Soviet cavalry will be easily hasty!

After a while, the cavalry of more than ten people arrived at the checkpoint on the north side, they did not go directly, but sent two people to negotiate, a few minutes later, they galloped along the border line, and slowed down more than a hundred meters away from this checkpoint, still by two horsemen alone, the leader of the man looked up in front of the checkpoint and asked, "Is everything normal?" ”

The lead officer replied in a loud voice: "Everything is normal." ”

The two cavalrymen did not say anything, they immediately rode their horses and turned over, looking at the haste in which they left, the leading officer suddenly felt bad - it was very likely that it was a code answer used by the Soviet soldiers guarding the border to determine their identities just now, and they responded casually, how many possible surnames were in the code?

Sure enough, the two cavalrymen and their companions who had remained in place quickly turned around, only to see them pick up their submachine guns and open fire into the air, the sound of gunfire instantly broke the calm of the night, which broke the calm of the Soviet-Finnish border line for nearly two years since Finland withdrew from the war in 1944.

"Everyone, get ready to fight!"

The lead officer gave the order to his task force, and he pulled out the Soviet-issued Nagant revolver from his holster.

Although there were only a dozen people, these Soviet cavalry bravely charged the checkpoint.

With his shoulders against the "Deggalev" light machine gun, the stout task force muttered: "It reminds me of the story that my grandfather told me about the Cossack cavalry, who were brave, fierce and reckless. ”

"The Cossack cavalry was one of the bravest warriors in the world, but it is a pity that they have long been eliminated by history." The leading officer said coldly, these Soviet cavalry and Cossacks in front of them may not even have a half-dime relationship, the reason why they still ride horses and carry swords in this era is mainly because the long Soviet-Finnish border is rugged and mountainous, and it is snowy in the cold winter months, and ordinary vehicles are limited to activities in some areas with relatively good road conditions, and horses are different, they can carry riders through dense forests, through dangerous mountains and rivers, and guard the sacred and inviolable territory of the Soviet Union.

There were still dozens of meters away from the outpost, and the pistols and submachine guns of the Soviet cavalry could not wait to sound, but the horses running were really not an ideal firing platform, and most of the bullets were only in vain on the outer wall of the outpost or far away, and the leading officer standing on the sentry did not even deliberately dodge, and the muscular task force next to him calmly aimed with the light machine gun in his hand.

Seeing that the Soviet cavalry was trying to disperse and surround the outpost, the leading officer squeezed out three syllables from between his teeth: "Fursour!" ”

"Deggalev" sounded briskly, looking at the fallen cavalry and war horses, the leading officer had a little regret in his eyes, the Russians have a vast land, and they also have high-quality war horses, but it is a pity that in just a short time, most of these brave Soviet cavalry were buried under the muzzle of light machine guns and submachine guns manufactured in the Soviet arsenal, and those sturdy war horses also followed their masters.

At this time, Lynn and the others were already ** kilometers away from the Su-Finnish border, and when he heard the faint sound of raindrops coming from behind, his heart trembled suddenly. Although he didn't see the brilliant fireworks, he could imagine the battle taking place at the outpost, and he couldn't help but sigh in his mind: Could it be that the most elite soldiers can only find their home on the battlefield?

"Cunning Russians, found out so quickly!" The task force who walked nearby was very indignant, it seems that during the world war, he fought against the Soviet army a lot. The surname of the Russian people is basically not close to cunning, but from 1941 to 1943, they suffered extremely heavy losses in the ferocious offensive of the German army, and the survivors quickly matured from one battle after another, and they learned the sharp tactical combination of the German [***] team, and gradually honed their own combat style. Between the changes, the German officers and soldiers gradually felt at a loss, and only then did they have a sense of resentment for each other's cunning.

"Will they be entangled by the Soviet troops, will there be a Soviet tank unit in the vicinity?" Franz said worriedly behind him.

"It's the worst-case scenario." Lynn half-turned her head and replied, "I hope they can get out of it without any problems." ”

The task force next to him continued: "Sir, you don't have to worry too much, Chief Karol has been through similar dangers many times, but the Russians have not been able to trap him once, and this time is certainly no exception!" ”

"He should have a special experience in fighting the Soviets!" Lynn asked as she walked.

"Of course! If the Soviets were angels, he was the devil; The Soviets are the lake, he is the magma; The Soviets are the trees, and he is the wind...... In short, he was born a sworn enemy of the Soviets. The task force described it with some exaggeration.

After a while, the "sound of rain" stopped. With the ability of the lead officer and the four task forces, they would definitely not be killed by the other side so easily, and the reverse could be as high as 99% - Lynn was so calmed that he also intended to speed up his pace. About ten minutes later, he heard another "rain", this time more sparsely, only for a little longer, for almost five minutes, and then the world was calm again.

An hour later...... "Humph! Another group of people sent to their deaths, it seems that this is the first batch of Soviet troops who have really rushed to destroy us, and the real test has just begun! The leading officer whispered to his companions, easily killing the Soviet foot soldiers who had arrived temporarily from the two surrounding outposts, and finally ushered in the third group of Soviet troops. The possibility of carrying out a raid on the territory of the USSR to destroy a depot without being detected is close to zero, and because of this, the Thor contingent was ready for a tough battle from the moment the order was received.

"Good boy!! Let's not mention here that there were also two platoons of more than a hundred Soviet cavalry! There was no trace of panic on the faces of the five big and three thick task forces, and they hadn't been napping for more than two hours before. A group of real combat elites who know how to use the resources at hand to deal with the enemy.

"Mosette, get Torun ready, and when these guys are in the right place, they will detonate the 'Big Pineapple'!" The leading officer commanded.

"Good Ratcha!"

The task force came to the opening leading to the lower part with light machine guns, and conveyed the commander's instructions to the three task forces who were in the main position of the sentry post Soon, the task force members could clearly see the figure of the Soviet cavalry with the naked eye, they were one man and one horse, some wielded sabers, and some were holding ** sand submachine guns or cavalry short guns. The soldiers of the task force double-checked the weapons and ammunition at hand, and no one wanted their weapons to malfunction in the face of a cavalry onslaught, or to spend wasted time replenishing ammunition. By the winter of 1941, many of their colleagues had had enough of suffering on the land.

"Ready......" the lead officer shouted in a low voice, his fingers clasped on the trigger of his revolver, waiting for the soldiers in front to detonate the roadside bombs that had been planted in advance. It's just a pity that most of the explosives they brought into the Soviet Union were left to Stalin and Leningrad, otherwise they would have been able to set off brilliant fireworks here.

The slightly tired but high-spirited Soviet cavalry did not notice a semi-circular snowdrift in the snow, and they ran to the outpost without slowing down.

"Come on! Come on! It's best to come to Mommy! At the checkpoint, a curly-haired young task force member was immersed in his own language, his pale green eyes staring at the rapidly approaching Soviet cavalry ahead, and when the first few men stepped on the snowdrift, he slammed down the lever of the detonator.

After a loud bang, even the people in the checkpoint felt a ringing in their ears. The Soviet cavalry very close to the explosion point was naturally fragmented or even shattered, and the huge impact of the high explosives also gave the stones and ice covering the explosives a huge kinetic energy, and these hard objects of different sizes flew around like shrapnel, and they instantly penetrated the bodies of the nearby Soviet cavalry and war horses. Clouds of blood erupt from the bodies of humans and horses, and the stones often have a lot of energy after penetrating a body, and then they have a chance to make intimate contact with other bodies until they stay in the body of a person or horse, or fly far away. Some died in almost no pain, and some horses were often lying on the ground panting after being pierced by stones, and they could not see their bodies gurgling and bleeding, only the intense pain that spread throughout their bodies.

After the explosives point was detonated, a burst of gunfire erupted from the outpost. The previous violent explosion obviously greatly interfered with the rhythm of the Soviet cavalry attack, and several cavalrymen who had rushed through the explosion area were immediately fiercely blocked by the opponent's fire, and the cavalry behind the explosion area slowed down or stopped their advance, and the explosion area where the smoke gradually cleared was the corpses or limbs of more than 20 cavalrymen, as well as the remains of their faithful mounts.

The Soviet cavalry at the back of the charge was stunned by the explosion and the sudden bullets, and many of them actually rode their horses in circles on the spot, and naturally fell off their horses one by one, while the few cavalrymen who reacted quickly rode their horses and ran back, or dismounted and lay on the ground, using their guns to barely return fire.

(To be continued)