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Before the little Catrili family woke up, Lynn carefully wiped the MP44 left by the heroic "Night Warrior", filled the two familiar curved magazines, and then pulled out the Mauser military pistol with a capacity of only six rounds, and wiped it seriously.

For the two firearms that Lynn carried, Private Karl, who was carrying the black cauldron, gave an interesting evaluation: holding the latest and sharpest infantry weapons on this battlefield, he ran out of bullets, and suddenly took out the oldest and most peculiar pistol on this battlefield, and shocked the opponent with its amazing power and range!

Anyone can say a wittic, and with a faint disdain in Lynn's eyes, Carl asked for an assault rifle from him. With the fingers and palm of his left hand barely bending, he disassembled it with a dizzying speed, and then assembled all the parts one by one, one by one, and returned three rounds in a row.

Lynn picked up the three dropped bullets from the ground and gave Carl a thumbs up in convincing.

"Daddy!"

A sweet but tired voice like toffee came from behind, and Lynn turned her head to see that little Catrili should have been woken up by the sound just now, her little hands were still rubbing her eyes, and her mouth was calling "Daddy".

He has never been mentally prepared to be a father, but after such two days of getting along, he feels that it should be a very happy thing to have a well-behaved and lovely daughter. After picking up little Catrili, Lynn thought of what Carl had just said that this family of three must have gotten on the boat before herself. Since separation was inevitable, he was suddenly terrified of hearing Catrili's hoarse cries, and even more worried that her mind, which had finally recovered to normal, would deteriorate because of her grief.

Where to go, he was a little confused for a while.

Hearing the voice of little Catrili, the white goatee and the young woman also sat up one after another. The former yawned expressionlessly, while the latter ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Lynn with gentle, amiable but faint resentment.

Remembering last night's passion, Lynn's face suddenly became hot - it was a feeling she hadn't blushed in years!

"Pack up and go! If we don't get to Königsberg at noon, we'll all be hungry! Carl reminded a little lazily.

Lynn hugged little Catrile back to the young woman: "Take her to wash her face, I'll clean up my things!" ”

The tone and meaning of this sentence are almost like a conversation between a couple who have been together for a long time.

Having said all that, Lynn was a little weak-hearted. Fortunately, the young woman did not show obvious disgust, she took out a towel, a toothbrush, and a comb from her duffel bag, and then whispered Katri's name, and the two women washed their hair in shaggy hair.

The white goatee did not brush his teeth and wash his face, but took out a small wooden comb from the suitcase, and combed his beautiful beard, which was already three or four inches long, with great care.

Lynn was speechless and silently put away the blanket. For ease of carrying, German soldiers used to make blankets and simple tents in the shape of burritos, which could be pressed against the backpack and placed on the back of the shoulder, or tied behind the waist. Because there are two blankets, Lynn takes one of each, which seems a little weird, but don't participate in the parade, as long as it is convenient, it doesn't matter.

Because it was far away from the combat area, Lynn could safely carry the MP44 on her back with the muzzle facing downward. When the family of three was cleaned up, he picked up the suitcase in one hand and the duffel bag in the other, except for little Catrili, who was slightly disappointed that Lynn couldn't hold her empty, everyone else naturally accepted his courtesy.

The roles are different, and the treatment really changes. In this way, Lynn's guilt was reduced a lot.

The four small ones continue along the road towards Königsberg.

The white goatee walked in the front, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other comfortably stroking his beard, and his posture of leisurely strolling was much more relaxed than that of a young man.

The young woman took the little Catrili and followed. I don't know if she intends to exercise her daughter's reading ability, or if she is too weak to pick her up for a long time, or because of some other reason, since the first time they met, Lynn has rarely seen her hugging her daughter. The mother and daughter walked like this, and when the little girl was really tired, the young woman would take the initiative to turn around and take the duffel bag from Lynn. Naturally, the little girl sat comfortably in the crook of the arm of the "cheap father".

The bread, potatoes, cabbage and the like had been wiped out last night, and a small cauldron was not enough for a young man like Carl to stagger along, but he seemed to have long been accustomed to the role of the queen, walking unhurriedly, sometimes humming unknown songs, sometimes teasing Lynn, or teaching him some slang to swear. In this relatively relaxed and harmonious atmosphere, the speed of time seems to have accelerated a lot. Gradually, there were fewer woods and fields in front of me, replaced by villages and pretty estates, except for the occasional resting refugee, and everything here was eerily quiet.

"The inhabitants of this place have been evacuated? Are you queuing at the port, or have you boarded the ship and left? Lynn asked in German.

Without hesitation, Karl replied: "Most of the citizens of Königsberg are estimated to have been evacuated by ship to Denmark and northern Germany by boat, and those who have been evacuated here from Latvia, Lithuania, Poland and other parts of East Prussia must have also left, and only a few are now stranded in the city and in the port!" And, of course, the Germans we mobilized in Holgen who were reluctant to leave their homes! Some of them did not want to believe in the brutality of the Soviets, in fact, not a single woman in the places occupied by the Soviet army could escape a tragic fate! ”

This last sentence was not alarmist, and Lynn's mind immediately conjured up pictures of the atrocities of the war - the Axis actions in the occupied territories were despicable, but the actions of Allied and Soviet officers and soldiers in the later stages of the war were not much better. Some estimates suggest that the total number of German women raped by the Soviet Red Army in World War II was more than two million, a figure that may be exaggerated, but whatever the outcome, civilians will always be the victims of war - this is an eternal and cruel law.

As we walked, a small village built by the water appeared in front of the road. From a distance, it had a natural and tranquil beauty, with smoke wafting from the chimneys of several houses, but when they got closer, it was easy for Lynn to see that it had become a makeshift military garrison: simple guard fortifications had been built on the edge of the village, large ear steel helmets in gray or camouflage uniforms came and went, and some tanks, assault guns, and self-propelled guns were parked near the woods that were being repaired.

The road around the village has a modern cement bridge at the river, estimated to be about 50 meters long. At first glance, Lynn guessed that the location of its bridge piers should have been loaded with explosives, the river is not narrow, and the river should not be shallow, why didn't the Germans choose to build a complete defense line here?

Just as he was thinking about this purely military issue, a slight roar came from the front. At first, Lynn thought it was a vehicle under repair testing its engine, but the hum soon took on a very different tone from that of a normal tank assault gun. After nearly a minute, an oversized "mountain eagle" suddenly appeared on the woods north of the village, which was different from the natural curves given by the Creator, this eagle had straight but not rigid lines, the high-speed rotating propellers provided it with strong power, the wide wings gave it the ability to fly and maintain balance, and the vertical tail allowed it to perform combat maneuvers with enviable dexterity.

"Yikes! Daddy, look! It's an airplane! ”

Little Catrili happily pointed to the "Mountain Eagle", which Lynn had thought would be terrified when a war-torn child saw an airplane and heard the roar. You can see the performance of Catri, which is completely in line with the reaction of a normal child.

Lynn put down the luggage she was carrying in her left hand, took out the dictionary from her pocket, and explained to little Catrili as she flipped the pages: "It's a plane, our plane!" It's Focke-Wolf-190, a kind of fighter! ”

Like an incomparably adorable little parrot, Catrili learned, "Falk...... Fighter plane! Our fighters! ”

"Yes, our fighters! Catrili is so smart! Although Lynn's first purpose is self-learning, unconsciously, his behavior is becoming more and more in line with his role as a father.

Karl did not show any disdain for this child-instructing behavior, and as he walked past Lynn, he said, "Ahead is Königsberg Airport, the only large airport in the defensive line, and it seems that it is still in use!" ”

"Oh!" Lynn looked up at the woods, and though the naked eye could not penetrate the obstacles, he could imagine what a large wartime airport must have been like with a hectic and heavily guarded scene.