On the afternoon of the second day of embarkation, the warship sailed into the port of Stettin, which was still under German control, and Lynn would have arrived in the same port if he had not changed his special number plate, which may have been predestined for the same fate. Looking to the northwest where Denmark was located, Lynn looked hard, but could not see the steamer carrying the White Goatee family. Judging by the distance and the speed of the ship, they may have to drift at sea for a while longer, but I hope the journey will be safe.

Although it was the first time to set foot in this strange land, Lynn had a strange sense of intimacy in her heart, as if an overseas traveler would eventually return to her homeland. Unfortunately, the tight schedule did not allow him to take a few more glances at the port, so he got on a canvas truck and drove all the way away.

After nearly eight hours of driving, two air strikes along the way, the three vehicles carrying the "Night Warriors" arrived at their destination. Lynn, armed with her weapons and leaping from the back of the car to the sound of the officers' slogans, the dry dirt was as hard as iron, the cold air made her nose slightly sore, and the dust drifting could be seen under the beam of the headlights. When the engine of the car turned off and the noise in his ears disappeared in an instant, Lynn had a feeling that could not be described in words.

It's a whole new world!

Leng Buding heard a high-pitched voice shouting "All in line", and Lynn was a little overwhelmed.

"Lynn!"

A familiar voice resolved Lynn's trouble, and he turned his head to see Lieutenant Colonel Bach, still dressed in leather and with his hands behind his back, motioning for him to come to his side.

Standing next to the commander, Lynn had the privilege of watching the scene of the special operations force assembling it. The soldiers' movements were crisp and powerful, and in less than 30 seconds, three neat lines appeared in the open space next to the car. There was still no starlight that night, but the lights not far away reflected the sentry posts, barracks, and barbed wire.

In charge of the formation was an equally tall SS officer, and when he turned to report to Bach that "the formation is complete," Lynn saw a pair of Waffen-SS lieutenant badges.

Lieutenant Colonel Bach took a few steps forward, stood still in front of the group, and spoke in his calm and calm voice: "Soldiers, it is sad that the previous stage of the mission has officially ended at this moment, and we have lost some of our comrades, but we have also achieved remarkable results, and we have done our duty for the great Führer, for the great Germany, and for this great war. I'm so proud of you! You will be given a period of rest before receiving a new order, and the procedures for taking leave will remain as before. Disband! ”

The Night Warriors did not disperse in a hurry, but turned in place, keeping their formation and walking towards the barracks, while Sergeant Eric spontaneously stayed.

"Erik, take Lynn to the bath and dine first! Starting tomorrow, jump straight into the reserves for training! ”

When Lieutenant Colonel Bach gave these orders, he did not mean to avoid Lynn at all.

Although no one else was present, Eric was very serious and upright: "Yes!" ”

Bach nodded, and left in a direction that was different from that of ordinary soldiers.

Eric lifted the upright position and made a head-tilting gesture to Lynn: "Let's go, man!" ”

At this moment, Lynn was not nervous and apprehensive at all, but felt new and yearning for the new life that was about to come - becoming a special operations elite certainly meant more dangerous battles, but it also gave a civilian extraordinary will, spirit and combat skills, and there were many things that would be useful for life. Therefore, Lynn was even more determined in his previous assumption: as long as he could survive until the end of the war, he would have a lot to do.

A comfortable hot bath, a hearty meal, and a warm bed all set Lynn off to a good start, but the dream ended at 5 a.m. An officer in a black leather suit woke Lynn up with a sharp whistle and a leather whip, and his vicious square face, broad and strong arms, and short and duntured body were very different from Lieutenant Colonel Bach. Driven by this training officer, more than a hundred soldiers, including Lynn, began a tedious and arduous long-distance run with heavy loads. Walking through a two-inch deep snowy forest through a densely vegetated coniferous forest, the soldiers had to rush to the top of the mountain in one go, and after a five-minute break, they ran back to the camp with their weapons and equipment. This kind of training reminds Lynn of some episodes from TV and novels, and he didn't expect that one day it would befall him.

Back at camp, it was dawn. Lynn looked exhaustively at the barracks, far from the city and the main transportation routes. It is located in a large open space between large woods, and the main buildings are concrete or ordinary civil structures, with dormitories, dining halls, classrooms, etc., separated from each other, and it is estimated that it can accommodate thousands of soldiers to station and train. There are other structures in the barracks that are half-buried in the ground, and it is difficult to guess their true size from the exposed parts of the ground.

There was no singing or political lessons, and after a long training session, breakfast was straight away, bread, butter, eggs, and milk, which was not very rich compared to Lynn's old life, but compared to the diet on the front, it was like a dream. So, once again, he swept away the quota of food with the force of the wind and clouds, but even at this rate, it was still not the fastest among his fellow trainees. I think there are many people who have been on the front lines of the war and have a special craving for food.

The meal was pleasant and blissful, but the following morning, Lynn fell into the abyss of pain again. The combat course was held in the open field, and the soldiers who trained together came earlier than Lynn, and the early training was more or less accumulated, so no matter how tall or short, fat or thin, Lynn could easily win. Poor Lynn couldn't count how many times she had been smashed, and she felt as if her internal organs were about to burst, and even the ones she had eaten in the morning were about to vomit. When it was time for lunch, he was the last of all the trainers to finish the food that was still hearty.

At the beginning of the afternoon, it was still a weight-bearing cross-country, and Lynn began to understand why those "night warriors" could still march and fight normally with heavy battery boxes - physical fitness is extremely important in peacetime training, is this also the common surname of special forces in various countries?

However, the afternoon off-road did not take the same road as in the morning, nor did it simply go back and forth. Led by the training officers, the soldiers marched to a training ground 10 kilometers away. The underground cavern is filled with all kinds of chariots - from tank No. 3 to leopard, king tiger, and even the T-34 of the Soviet army, gas cars, and the Allied Crusaders and Stewarts.

The trained special operations soldiers did not come here for a simple visit, but were led by soldiers in SS uniforms in groups, and they learned how to drive and operate various tanks on the spot, and everyone had the opportunity to practice, and for a time the underground cavern was filled with all kinds of mechanical roars. In just an hour and a half, Lynn, who had not yet obtained a driver's license, actually tried to drive a Leopard tank, but without any technical and theoretical knowledge to support it, all he could do was "drive". In contrast, the turrets, artillery and vehicle-mounted machine guns are simple, but they are still far from the requirements of actual combat!

Lining looked curiously at the proving ground, which was also far away from the city, and on the surface it was not even a factory, the only buildings were small two-story buildings, and the straight flight runway was covered with tawny and pure white camouflage nets, which at first glance looked like an ordinary field, and as for the anti-aircraft artillery groups, they were all disguised as mounds and bushes. In terms of technical effects, Lynn felt that this might have represented the highest level of World War II. Without precise guidance, it would have been impossible for Allied pilots to drop bombs here.