After five successive dives and strafing, the Soviet fighter finally pulled up the nose and flew away, leaving a mess around the road. Tossed to death by a mere plane, the surviving German soldiers were all disgraced, with endless sadness in their blank eyes. They silently rescued the wounded or searched the ground for possible surviving unconscious people, while two communicators were killed and wounded, and the only knapsack transmitter was blown up.

Although he was lucky to be unscathed in the air raid, Lynn couldn't be happier, his head was in a state of confusion. If the meaning of fighting is not to kill people but to save lives, then what is the value of survival? Knowing that this war will be lost, as an ordinary and humble member of the German camp, is it necessary to continue to hold on?

was struggling with these questions, and was unprepared to be slapped on the arm, and Lynn felt cold in her heart. When he realized that the familiar face belonged to the "butcher", he didn't think much about it before making a wry smile - the bitterness was self-evident.

Looking at the tragic scene around him, the "butcher" had a deep face. When he turned around, Lynn found that there was a three-centimeter-long blood mark on the cheekbone of his right cheek, and the wound was still bleeding outward.

Guessing that "The Butcher" might not have realized he was injured, Lynn pointed to his cheek and touched the right side of his cheek. The "butcher" stretched out his hand and wiped it, seeing the blood stained on his fingers, but indifferently carried his submachine gun in the direction of the road.

Looking at his back, Lynn was silent.

Before the arrival of the next batch of Soviet fighters, the German soldiers hurried on the road again. Although the officers did not have a whole formation, the soldiers were not without formation, and the simple marching column seemed loose but still kept orderly. However, with the absence of armored vehicles and a considerable number of soldiers, and the addition of many wounded people who had to be carried on stretchers or supported by their companions, the team had a dejected and oppressive atmosphere.

Due to the damage to the radio, the team temporarily lost direct contact with the rear command, and the officers, after consultation, did not issue new directives. The team continued along the road, and after more than half an hour, they came to a ruined village. The empty trenches outside the village indicate that the defenders should have withdrawn on their own initiative, and the snow around the village left a messy track track. The two big ears ran over to check on the steel helmets, and drew a five-pointed star in the air with their hands in the distance, indicating that Soviet tanks had passed here before—from the direction of the track tracks, the tanks had gone due north from here, and the path to the west had only ordinary wheel prints. So the officers let the team stop in the village for a while, and while sending a few soldiers to reconnoiter in several directions, they gathered to discuss the next combat operation.

After walking for nearly three kilometers, the soldiers, as soon as they heard the order to rest, sat down in a slightly drier place nearby, drank cold water and nibbled on bread. Lynn took the initiative to sit next to the "butcher", and at this time the wound on his cheek had naturally stopped bleeding, and the blood stains that had not been wiped off had turned black, and half of his face looked very hideous. Perhaps sensing Lynn's gaze, or perhaps for some other reason, the "butcher" turned his head to speak. Lynn had no choice but to point to her ears and shake her head, pretending that her ears were still not very bright. The "butcher" said no more, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, which seemed to contain only a few cigarettes, but he did not hesitate to pour them all out and distribute them to his subordinates, keeping only one for himself.

For the sake of health and to save money, Lynn has not smoked since graduating from school, and has made a few trips at the Ghost Gate Pass, and the ordinary troubles have long been thrown out of the clouds, so Lynn took the cigarette without any burden and lit it with his companion's match. This kind of white paper cigarette without a filter was only seen in the hands of my parents in the early years, as the legend goes, the cigarettes issued by the German army to the soldiers are extremely choking, and the strong smell really has a bit of "horse manure" meaning, but after two puffs, I don't feel so unpleasant.

Between the clouds and the mist, the phrase "The eldest husband should die on the battlefield in battle, and the horse leather shrouded in corpse" suddenly appeared in Lynn's mind, it was originally full of heroic generosity, but at this time, it was inevitable that it was a little sad: what did the small people of the Celestial Empire who he accidentally crossed hang on the battlefield in this foreign land?

Smoking a cigarette with a heavy heart, he burned his lips when he didn't pay attention, and Lynn wiped his mouth in embarrassment, which made several people around laugh, and even the "butcher", who had always had an indifferent expression, moved the corners of his mouth, which could be regarded as a smile.

After experiencing the test of war together, Lynn wanted to have fun with his comrades around him at this time, but the problem of language has always bothered him - in the time-traveling novels he has read in the past, the protagonist has either inherited the language ability of the host, or has just learned this foreign language, or is talented and self-taught, and it is his turn to have no such "benefits". What made him regret even more was that he had the opportunity to take an intensive German course at university, but at that time he felt that studying abroad was out of reach for him, and he gave up without even trying.

It would be useless to repent, or complain, and Lynn thought that it would be nice to have a Chinese-German dictionary. Seize all the rest time to study, and you will not be fluent in a short period of time, but at least you can gradually solve some communication problems. Otherwise, no matter how long you stay here, you will only be able to grasp a few words through other people's conversations.

Lynn was thinking about this when he suddenly saw the two soldiers sent to reconnoiter due north galloping back at a speed of a hundred-meter sprint, waving desperately as they ran. If you run into your own people, you won't cry with joy to this point, and then look at the gesture of one of the soldiers as if to say that something is coming this way, everyone run. Lynn suddenly secretly said in his heart: Could it be that the Soviet armored unit received the news and killed a horse pistol?

Afraid of something, a gun barrel suddenly "stretched" out of the hill at the end of the sight, and immediately after, the turret and body of the tank also appeared, and the characteristic inclination angle was none other than the T-34!

Immediately after the appearance of the first T-34, the second and third also climbed the small hill. They came up to three kilometers from there along the road, and this distance was well within the range of 76.2 or 85 mm tank guns.

Just as a German captain officer was pointing to the west and shouting, the Soviet tanks opened fire. The German soldiers, who were temporarily resting around the village, immediately rushed in a panic, but where were the legs faster than the shells? In just four or five seconds, Soviet artillery shells whizzed, and although the shooting on the march was not very accurate, it was not difficult to bombard regional targets. Three shells landed on the north and west sides of the village, and the impact of the explosion immediately sent the two unfortunate big ears flying backwards along the steel helmets, killing and injuring several other people with the flying shrapnel. By this time, the German officers were no longer able to play their commanding role, but the soldiers were still following the last order to move westward, which was not far from the direction of the Soviet tanks, but had the opportunity to return them to their controlled area.

Lynn remembers a story about two men encountering a bear, and the one who ran faster than his companion was naturally able to escape the bear's attack, and at first glance, this principle seemed to work in the current situation. In the face of the Soviet tank troops, it was completely impossible for the remaining 300 German officers and soldiers to withstand the attack of the other side in positional battles or frontal encounters, and running desperately seemed to be the only way to escape, but this was not the case. Due to the position of the previous rest, Lynn's group of soldiers fell behind, and the shells from the Soviet tanks kept whistling and falling, and one explosion after another could take the lives of some or even all of them at any time, but the non-commissioned officers did not run forward without looking back, but calmly acted as a rearguard for the soldiers. Although the ordinary soldiers behind the palace were very frightened, they were encouraged to slow down and keep a certain distance so that the non-commissioned officers could move at any time. Such a consciousness and character made Lynn, who was in the midst of them, once again full of emotion - if there was half of the quality of these German officers and soldiers in front of him, how could [***] lose Jinling City?

Sighing and sighing, in such a situation, taking the initiative to be the queen of the palace, Lynn knew that he and the people around him would be more than lucky. Holding the "** sand" in his hand, he looked back sideways while running, and there were more than ten Soviet tanks in his sight, not only each of which was carrying combat infantry, but also a truck carrying infantry behind him. They quickly left the road and drove straight through the fields towards this side, thus closing the distance to less than two kilometers. Although ordinary machine guns are not enough, the high-explosive shells fired by the T-34 can harvest the lives of German infantrymen like grass mustard.

Seeing that the soldiers around them were constantly falling under the fire of Soviet tanks, they happened to reach a small mound slightly above ground level, and the tall and lanky sergeant major shouted: "Loka Watdiegan!" ”

The other non-commissioned officers in the rearguard unit, including the "butcher" with two bars on his arm, immediately greeted their soldiers with the same command. Seeing that his companions were looking for a nearby battle position, Lynn guessed that this was an order to "fight on the spot". No one shall be proud, but he shall not be without pride. As an Oriental born in a peaceful era and raised in a money society, Lynn's surname is introverted and unsociable, and if nothing else, even if he works diligently, he will only spend a mediocre life of inaction, but these three days of nightmares completely changed his concept. In the face of blood and fire, life and death, the brilliance and ugliness of the surname are fully revealed. Putting aside cowardice, putting aside cowering, awakening in endurance and suffering, and transforming in battle and resistance, Lynn is quietly undergoing changes that he can't imagine. Although there is no Ling Ran who died generously at this moment, he can die a glorious death as a member of this brave, tenacious and determined army, and he has no regrets in his heart.