On such a sunny morning, Lynn had breakfast in a good mood after a long run, and returned to the dormitory to change into a clean and tidy military uniform, only to see Diglio hurriedly enter the room, close the door with his hand, and throw a large bag of things on the bed.

Hearing the sound of heavy objects bumping, Lynn guessed the content and quickly opened the cloth bag to take a look. What can a huge holster do other than a shell gun?

I opened the holster and pulled out two black Mauser military pistols. The clean lines, the smooth surface, the wide magazine, the new appearance is simply different from his old old goods, and the most pleasing thing for Lynn is the two long magazines placed separately, at first glance they look like MP40 inline magazines, but the size and length are reduced by one size. Try it, the crisp sound is like a natural sound, and the fit of each part is seamless!

“m1932？” Lynn was referring to the number of the original German "Twenty Rings" (a model modeled after the 1927 model produced in Spain).

"Uh-huh!" Diglio replied lukewarmly, only to see him quickly empty his trouser pockets and throw sixty or seventy shiny round-headed bullets onto Lynn's bed.

"Ah...... Although God has embroiled me in this cruel war, he has blessed me with a good brother who values love and righteousness, thank God! In the future, if there is anything to use the younger brother, as long as the eldest brother says a word, he will go all out! Lynn had good things to say, but her attention was completely focused on the two brand-new shell guns. After the previous stage of training, the weakness of his poor hand-to-hand combat ability has been improved to a certain extent, if you add these two small killing weapons, hehe, Maozi, just let the horse come! I want to make you chickens fly and dogs jump!

Diglio loosened his neckline on his own, and when he saw that the "fellow" and the younger brother were so happy, he swallowed the complaint that had been put on his lips - who told us to see the fellow with tears in his eyes?

"That old gun of yours, take it back to me and pay it back!"

His German skills were still improving, but Lynn was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and hurriedly took out the old gun from under his pillow.

The magazine was an early model that could hold only six rounds, and was an antique in the Mauser military pistol series. Looking at the corners of the branch, and then at the two that Lynn couldn't put down, Diglio shook his head helplessly.

With the new equipment, Lynn ran to the mobile range whenever she had time. Although this barge gun was heavier than a normal pistol, he fortunately inherited a strong body and the strength of his arms was more balanced. With such repeated practice, the accuracy of double-gun shooting has improved rapidly, and several times the colleagues who practice guns together have been dumbfounded, and the reputation of "double-gun shooter" has also spread.

On this day, he had just returned from the shooting range, and was thinking about how to get Diglio to get himself some more pistol bullets, and walked into the headquarters, but suddenly found that the atmosphere inside was extremely dull. Lieutenant Colonel Bach stood alone in the center of the rotunda, looking up at the huge eagle emblem on the white wall. Although the leather coat is shiny and spotless, the back gives people a sense of extreme helplessness and loneliness.

"What's going on?" Lynn whispered to the officer on duty.

The officer whispered, "Lieutenant Colonel's father, Linde. General Bach, killed on the East Prussian front! ”

"Huh?" Lynn was stunned. How could it be the East Prussian front? I met Lorenz for the first time. Wasn't Bach in Königsberg, East Prussia? Yes! No wonder he, the commander-in-chief of an assault team, would run to a place surrounded by Soviet troops, it turned out to be to visit his father!

Taken by Lorentz. Bach's mandate made it easy to help his father return home. In that case, he would not have died in the fierce battles on the Eastern Front!

Such an idea was entirely reasonable, but Lynn also knew that it would be more difficult to accept that a German general who valued honor for his life would leave his soldiers behind and flee the front line alone than let him die. Lorentz. Bach showed an extremely good military character at a young age, and must have been influenced by the family atmosphere since he was a child. In this way, General Bach's command ability may not be first-class, but at least he should be an honest and brave traditional soldier.

Bach stood there like a concrete sculpture, and the people around him did not dare to speak loudly, and even walked lightly, but war would not make way for anyone's sorrow. The lights on the telegraph flickered incessantly, and the correspondents who stood at their posts continued to translate the codes from all sides. Under normal circumstances, the staff officers would deal with the telegram according to the priority of the telegram -- at this time, the emergency telegram is a hot potato, and no one wants to hold it in their hands!

The unlucky guy soon appeared, and because he had a special purpose, Lynn always tried her best to help these colleagues. After seeing the eager look in those eyes, he hesitated for a moment, nodded and motioned for the other party to do it himself.

Intentionally walking to Bach's side with footsteps that could be easily heard but not abruptly loud, Lynn said softly: "Sir, in the current situation, death may be the best fate for every German soldier!" Someday, I also wish I could fall in the place where the imperial flag is still flying, without complaint or regret! ”

There was no shortage of grammatical and pronunciation errors in these two sentences, but Bach did not react as Lynn expected, but turned his back and said in a low tone: "What is the matter?" ”

Lynn replied without humility or arrogance: "An urgent telegram from the General Command! ”

Perhaps the stronger a person is, the less he wants others to see his vulnerable side. Bach didn't turn around, didn't even turn his head sideways, just stretched out his left hand flat.

Lynn hurriedly put the newspaper in his hand and gently took a half step back. Bach would normally be able to read the telegram at a very fast pace, but this time he looked down for a full two minutes.

"Luca!"

Hearing Bach's call, a young lieutenant standing on the other side of the transmitter trotted in and snapped upright: "Sir! ”

There was a silence for more than ten seconds, and Bach said in his inherently calm tone: "Give the 3rd Assault Detachment an operational order and fully cooperate with the 11th Panzer Army in the battle!" At the same time, let the armored company send a platoon of troops to Stargard to cooperate with the 3rd Assault Detachment! ”

Lynn's attention was entirely focused on Bach at this time, completely unaware that the Nordic Division, where he had been before, was now part of the 11th Panzer Army.

Immediately afterwards, Bach said: "The battle plan is to be drawn up by you and sent to Grefino in person, with a message to Captain Bratz: This attack was personally planned by General Guderian, and it is very important, we must do our best to cooperate with the friendly forces, but we should keep our reading surname and avoid falling into an irretrievable situation!" ”

"Yes, sir!" The young lieutenant quickly turned around and drew up a battle plan—such an urgent and important task, and the staff officers followed them out of the hall to the side office.

Lynn did not leave, but stood behind Bach. He had a vague feeling that this would be the opportunity he had always dreamed of.

"Sir, Sergeant Eric is in the 3rd Assault Detachment!"

Bach replied with a nonchalant "um".

"In order to fulfill the promise to fight alongside Sergeant Eric, and to fulfill the promise of an honorable death under the battle flag, sir, I beg your permission to report to the 3rd Assault Detachment immediately!" Lynn's voice was not loud, but his tone was very firm, and the hall was so quiet that the communications officers and staff officers who remained around could hear it clearly.

Bach let out an "oh", but he didn't know if he was distracted.

Lynn didn't answer loudly "down the ground", but lowered her voice: "Thank you, sir!" I'm going to get ready, just in time for Luca. Lieutenant Frederick is on his way! ”

Worried that Bach might retract his fate, Lynn deliberately slowed down before turning to leave, but Bach just turned his head sideways and didn't say anything more.

"Sir, please take care!"

With this sincere advice, Lynn strode out of the command hall.

Bach turned his head again, looked up at the huge eagle emblem on the wall, and did not move for a long time......