When she was in middle school, Lynn liked to run laps around the field while studying, imagining her future as she ran, and her steps at that time had never been heavier than today. The last bit of strength hidden in the body seemed to have been exhausted, the lungs and throat were hot and uncomfortable, the abdomen was more like being continuously squeezed, and the pain was stuffy, not to mention the soreness in the legs.

As feared, their own reserve positions are simply not ready for battle. Seeing that the Soviet tank department had broken through the right flank and formed a rapid outflank, the officers hurriedly ordered a retreat - whether this was ordered by their superiors Lynn does not know, only that the retreat began in an orderly manner, with about 200 soldiers remaining behind to cover, but the Soviet tanks and infantry in front then engaged in pursuit. Two bread clamps, two hundred soldiers behind the palace are not even enough for the Soviet troops to stuff their teeth. So, under the pursuit of Soviet tank guns and machine guns, more than 1,000 German infantry who retreated first started a race, and the losers were directly torn apart by the enemy's artillery fire, although the others could not outrun the shells, but they could run into the woods alive, and the chances of survival were much greater.

Four or five kilometers behind the reserve position was a large wood, and when he finally entered the woodland, Lynn found a tree and pressed his butt against the trunk, supporting his thighs with both hands, and bent his waist and abdomen as if he were panting. At this time, he really couldn't run a step.

Even if the physical reserves in Pingli were good, they were half-starved and half-full for a long time, and they continued to run with a large amount of exercise, and the German soldiers who entered the woodland were all embarrassed. However, within two minutes of rest, they heard someone shouting in panic behind them, and the cannonballs whistled and fell to the ground like meteorites. The eardrum was once again painfully damaged by the explosion at close range, but the trunk blocked most of the shrapnel and absorbed some of the impact, so the shell was not as destructive as it was on flat ground. Seeing his companions running madly into the woods, Lynn had no choice but to drag his lead-filled legs and continue to retreat, the cannonballs fell one after another, and people were constantly lifted off by the impact of the explosion, as if there were invisible big hands carrying them out fiercely, and the screams of the dying and the injured were endless!

"This world of all evil! War of all evils! All evil Soviets! ”

Resentment swirled through Lynn's mind like a marquee, and his already drowsy brain was even more embarrassed, and he even felt that he might pass out at any moment. However, the body was obviously more tenacious than Lynn himself had estimated, wearing a thick winter coat, a standard steel helmet on his head, and carrying a total of 15 to 20 pounds of firearms and equipment, and the thick blanket, and in a state of exhaustion, it still trotted for several kilometers in the snow about two inches thick in the forest. It wasn't until the explosion of the cannonball was left far behind, and seeing the people around him slow down, that Lynn stopped, barely holding on to the trunk of the tree, retching uncontrollably!

After a minute or two of blank brains, Lynn finally regained consciousness and looked at the people around her, none of them were weak for the rest of her life. Some are still standing, and some are simply "lying on the ground". Retching only spat out a little bitterness, and his tired body could not support it, Lynn pointed to the ground on one knee, a gun in one hand, and leaned his head and shoulders against the trunk of a tree beside him. The warm winter sun spilled in through the gaps in the foliage, giving the light in the woods a natural beauty, but not the slightest energy to appreciate it.

“lynn！ lynn.gaeger！ ”

Hearing the voice of "butcher", Lynn suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and this was one of the very few phrases he could understand at the moment. The pronunciation of this name is "Lynn. Gargo", the coincidence of the name made Lynn feel that everything was arranged in the dark.

The "butcher" unbuckled his helmet, rolled up his sleeves high, and carried his submachine gun in his hand, followed by five soldiers who were embarrassed and had one or several relationships with Lynn. Although he could learn from the German-speaking "chief" of other soldiers, Lynn still preferred to "pretend to be deaf and dumb" at this time, and in order to show his respect, he stood up with the last strength and took a posture of standing and saluting.

The "butcher" returned a military salute earnestly and continued on his way. Lynn had no choice but to join the very end of this loose team. The group did not go far, stopping under a large tree near the edge of the woods. Except for the "butcher", the rest of the people immediately seemed to be scattered, and they were busy sitting or leaning.

"Oh ......"

A soldier near the edge of the woods suddenly screamed, and the grinding of metal tracks could be heard faintly, and everyone instinctively tensed. Lynn got up and looked out into the woods, where they were now on the westernmost side of the woods, and soon out of the woods to the west or north, there was a small undulating hilly terrain, several of which were the size of a football field. The road formed a three-way junction ahead, one leading to the positions they had previously held, one to the Baltic Sea, and one to the southwest.

As the sound of metal grinding became clearer, a Soviet armored unit appeared outside the woods. The T-34s were not traveling very fast, so the sound of the tracks slightly drowned out the roar of the engines. They were basically advancing west along the road, but instead of forming a battle column like the Allied tank units in the movie, the four platoon tanks formed a relatively compact arrow formation, and the tanks in the back were also scattered along the road and on both sides, and each of them carried a number of infantry. As a rough estimate, this armored unit had more than fifty tanks, and in the rear of the queue there were also some armored vehicles and trucks towing artillery.

After all, two legs could not outrun the enemy's wheels, and looking at this powerful Soviet armored force, Lynn fell into despair again. With the combat effectiveness of this group of German routs, they will not be able to defeat the opponent no matter what, leaving the woods and continuing to retreat back is tantamount to using Soviet tanks as a live target, but if they continue to stay here, it will not be long before they will fall into the encirclement of the Soviet follow-up troops, and then they will either fight to the death or surrender, and there seems to be no other way out. Thinking of this, Lynn leaned helplessly against the tree, silently watching the German officers who had gathered together to discuss. The "butcher" was obviously not up to the rank of such a field meeting, but stood a little closer with his submachine gun and waited for the officers to make a decision, while the two communicators were busy fiddling with an old knapsack transmitter.

After a while, the German soldier who had remained at the edge of the woods to monitor the movement of the Soviet armored unit came running back quickly, and the situation outside did not seem to be too bad to look at the look he had reported to the officers and the tone of his speech. The two lieutenant-looking officers then walked to the edge of the woods with binoculars, and after about two minutes they were back in the distance, one of them walked up to the messenger with headphones on his headset and explained something, while the other walked to the waiting officers to explain the situation. After a while, I saw all the officers nodding their heads, and then each summoned their subordinate non-commissioned officers to make arrangements.

Soon, the "butcher" returned with his order and chattered to his subordinates. Lynn was still listening to the heavenly book, and she couldn't see anything from the movements and expressions of the others, so she had to wait blankly.

The roar of machinery from the other side of the road faded until at last nothing could be heard. It seems that this Soviet armored unit rushed forward to outflank and had no interest in searching for the remnants of the German army along the way. According to the calculation of the time, Lynn estimated that it was only 9 o'clock in the morning, and there were planes roaring in the clear sky, and most of them must have been Soviet fighters and bombers. If you want to wait until dark, you have to spend ** hours in this wood, which is basically unsafe. Although the Soviet armored unit just now was just passing by, this did not mean that the Soviet infantry units behind would not enter the woods to search - although Lynn, who had read a lot of war history, felt that he could play a special role in military command, but he could not do anything but look at it with a cold eye and a humble rank!

After resting like this for half an hour, Lynn felt that her body and limbs had regained some strength, but her stomach was still hungry. In the meantime, another Soviet unit passed by the road outside the woods, and although the number of tanks was nearly half reduced, it was still not something that the German infantry could shake. As she was worried about starving for a whole day in this inexplicable place, Lynn suddenly heard the sound of crawlers coming from the other direction. The soldiers around him were alert again, but soon the soldiers in charge of the guard trotted back with joy on their faces, and the two highest-ranking captains and officers listened to his report and hurriedly got up and walked to the west. Everyone was full of curiosity, but their position was still dozens of meters away from the edge of the woods, and they could only vaguely see the scene outside the woods through the trunks of the trees, so someone got up and followed there.

Unable to "hearsay" and seeing that the "butcher" was also slowly moving in that direction, Lynn left his rifle and water bottle and walked over. At the edge of the woods, he saw the source of the mechanical noise: two German chariots covered in fresh foliage, painted with off-white camouflage and the black-and-white Iron Cross insignia. They had a pair of tires in the front, tank-like tracks in the lower part of the carriage, a turret on top of the front car with a thick barrel that looked very powerful, and a regular model of the SD.KFZ.251 with an open roof in the back.

Although he had never seen real people before, Lynn was able to identify them, especially the assault gun truck in front of him, which was derived from a normal armored vehicle. It appeared mainly in the later stages of the war and had some anti-tank capabilities. However, armored vehicles are armored vehicles after all, and their defense is not comparable to tanks, and if they face Soviet tanks on the battlefield, the chances of winning may not be too big.

There were already several German soldiers standing next to the two armored vehicles, the infantrymen wearing ordinary army camouflage uniforms should have gone to investigate the contact, and the people in black uniforms were the people in the two armored vehicles. Wait until the two captains step forward, salute each other, and then gesture with their hands as they talk. After a while, they apparently agreed on certain issues, and one of the non-commissioned officers, dressed in a black armored combat uniform and a steel helmet with large ears, followed the captains back into the woods. At first, the officers did not give any instructions to the soldiers around them, but only worked with the non-commissioned officer from the armored vehicle to study a map. After about ten minutes, the soldiers who were on guard duty in the other direction ran back to report the situation, and the officers drew circles on the map. Suddenly, the non-commissioned officers quickly ran back to the armored vehicles, and the officers gathered their subordinates to issue instructions, and then the non-commissioned officers conveyed the specific orders to the combat squads and platoons.

Soon, the "butcher" also received the order, and his words Lynn still did not understand, but he could understand five or six points by looking at the gestures: the infantry were ready to cooperate with two armored vehicles to fight an ambush here!

With just one more assault armored vehicle carrying a cannon and a normal armored vehicle that appeared to be equipped with a mortar, carrying the Soviet armored unit under the command of the T-34 still sounded like a mantis arm. Lynn was apprehensive, but the composure and bravery of the German officers and soldiers at the moment made him feel admired - in the same era, the defeated [***] could be a thousand miles away, and there was a world of difference between the two!