Today's second chapter is presented.,It's really a human error.,Hehe.,Tomorrow I'll make up one more chapter.,I hope you understand!

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"Naxter ......" (German: next)

On the south bank of the stone bridge across the river, German soldiers with large ears and steel helmets built machine-gun bunkers with sandbags and barbed barbed wire to cross the bridgeheads, leaving a single walkway, while two burly, well-dressed German soldiers grimly checked the documents of everyone who passed by, whether they were civilians or soldiers like themselves.

When it was finally his turn, Lynn pretended to be indifferent and took out his ID, which was pasted with an inch-sized black and white ID photo with the name "Lynn.Gaeger" written on it, and some words, although he did not recognize, could be roughly assumed to be the number of the unit and the rank and rank - judging by the clothing and armbands, he should be a glorious "big soldier", that is, an SS commando.

The soldier standing in front of Lynn had a tall hooked nose and a slightly exaggerated pointed chin, and his beard was cleanly shaved, but he ignored the nose hair that had protruded from his nostrils, and looked a little funny with a clean shirt that had not been washed for a long time, but Lynn had no intention of laughing at others at the moment.

Flipping through Lynn's ID and glancing at it, the soldier spat out a word with a question suffix from between his mouth: "Danich?" (German: Danish?) ）

In Lynn's imagination, he didn't want to be mistaken for "his own people" because of the language barrier, if that was the case, he would be even more wronged than Dou E! However, before he could open his mouth to answer, the soldier shoved the document back to Lynn with an extremely swift movement, without even indicating a pass, his gaze swept straight behind Lynn, and said mechanically, "Naxter!" ”

This surprise really made Lynn a little depressed, and the "butcher" was still behind him, so he walked forward unhurriedly along the gap between the barbed wire racks. There was a machine gun on each of the sandbag bunkers on both sides, and although the machine gunners were chatting in the sun, they were not far from their machine guns, and their eyes glanced over here from time to time, apparently still wary of the group of German soldiers who were not much better off than beggars, and the submachine gunners on duty on the side were also in roughly the same state.

Perhaps because of the fierce face, the "butcher" did not encounter any inquiries when he passed by the sentry except for showing his documents, so he quickly caught up with Lynn. He muttered something out of his mouth, and poor Lynn could only pretend to be deaf and dumb to look at the "scenery". The stone bridge is about 30 meters long, arched in the middle and pressed down at both ends, and the stone deck barely accommodates two horse-drawn carriages in parallel, but it is not known if it can be used by heavy tanks. The bridge deck is less than three meters above the river, and the beach is covered with white snow, only in the very center of the river is the flowing clear bottom, sparkling in the sun, and there are many colorful round pebbles at the bottom of the river.

Across the stone bridge is the main urban area of the town, although there are some houses on the south bank, which have been requisitioned by the defenders and temporarily converted into battle bunkers, some roads and even vegetable fields are mined, and most of the houses on the north bank still maintain their original appearance, the stone façade of the spire houses reminds Lynn of the small village that he first passed through in the game "Resident Evil 4", but the figure of the German officers and soldiers makes this place completely devoid of the eerie feeling in the game.

Although there were machine gun bunkers made of barbed wire and sandbags at the north side of the bridge, the German soldiers on duty did not have the tension and depression of their comrades on the south bank, they carried rifles or submachine guns on their shoulders, some were chatting with their comrades, and some were writing something on their knees. A small-caliber anti-tank gun was also deployed between the two houses near the bridgehead, and the muzzle of the gun seemed to be aimed at the bottom of the bridge deck. The shallow river did not stop the Soviet tanks, but they were in a low-lying area when they passed over the riverbed, which was not conducive to the use of speed and firepower, and was vulnerable to the "top-hitting tactics" of the defenders, so it was still important for them to seize the only bridge in the vicinity.

"Hey, Salt!"

As soon as the bridge was crossed, the "butcher" shouted and beckoned to the left, and Lynn looked in that direction, and a guy who seemed to be rolling in the mud got up from the steps in front of the house. When he looked closely, it turned out to be a tall and thin man who belonged to the same combat squad, and the white gauze tied to the middle of his right leg was in stark contrast to his dirty military uniform.

Although he saw his scattered companion, the "butcher" did not quicken his pace, he walked straight up to the tall and thin man, muttered, and looked sideways at the other man's right leg. The tall and thin man replied in a small voice, with a helpless expression on his face, and shook his head regretfully at the end. On the steps in front of this house, there were a dozen wounded German soldiers, some with gauze wrapped around their heads, some with bandages on their arms, and two others with wounded legs like tall and thin men, but there were no military doctors and paramedics here, and there were no basic equipment for a field hospital.

Anyway, the "butcher" and the tall thin man couldn't understand a word of what they said, so Lynn simply removed the Mauser rifle from his shoulder, leaned it against the base of the wall of the house, and looked left and right: there were many houses in the town that were damaged and collapsed to varying degrees, and it is estimated that they did not survive the invasion of Soviet bombers, and there were many German soldiers gathered here at this time, judging from the logos on their clothes or helmets, some were SS and Wehrmacht soldiers. Although tired, embarrassed, and covered with a lot of stains and blood, and some of the uniforms had some tears in them, they still tried their best to maintain their appearance, except for rolling up their cuffs and untying their necks. In Lynn's view, these details are all a reflection of quality!

As seen from a distance, the town's streets are narrow, but the stone-paved pavement is full of history. There was not a single tank, assault gun, or heavy anti-tank gun in sight, and a few wooden carts pulled by livestock were parked along the streets, and the soldiers were either unloading supplies or placing the wounded upwards, and the sight was not only of the uniforms, but of the few civilians in the appearance of the few civilians sitting at the doorways of their houses or on the balconies looking at the busy soldiers, and very few talking to the soldiers. These civilians are dressed in good and bad grades, but most of them are over 60 years old, and some of their skin has wrinkled into "old bark". It seems that the young people have either joined the army to defend the country, or they have withdrawn to the rear ahead of schedule, leaving behind these old people who are unable to move or unwilling to leave their homes in their twilight years, and what awaits them will be a fateful choice: either die directly in the flames of war, or accept the arrangement of life and death under the new occupier.

Suddenly, one of the four[***] carts, towed by two horses, had unloaded all the cargo, and was driven by a veteran German soldier wearing a boat-shaped cloth hat who looked to be estimated to be fifty years old, and finally stopped in front of the house. The wounded spontaneously came to the carriage by their own accords. The veteran got out of the carriage and went to the back of the carriage, lowered the planks at the end of the carriage, and helped the wounded climb up. Lynn counted, and the small carriage ended up with 15 wounded, including two seriously wounded who could only lie on stretchers, and the tall and thin one, one of Lynn's few familiar faces here, finally got into the carriage. As he waved his arms goodbye, Lynn felt a feeling in his heart that even he couldn't say.

Saying goodbye to his companions, "The Butcher" led Lynn to the center of town, but the two were not shopping. Turning the corner, Lynn suddenly heard a crisp "ding" sound, and walked more than twenty meters forward to a blacksmith-like shop, where a fire was lit in an ancient stove, and several men in gray uniforms were busy. The outermost one has gray hair, holds pliers in one hand, and a hammer slightly smaller than a fist in the other, and smashes an iron piece not very violently against the iron lump that is common in the movies. Although the color of the uniform he wore was also "German gray", it was clearly different from the German uniforms that had been installed in the army since 1935 - it had two parallel rows of buttons on the chest, typical of the Napoleonic era. In fact, the coats of the German army in Weimar were still in this traditional style.

Standing at the door of the shop, Lynn noticed a pile of rifles, submachine guns, empty bazookas, and steel helmets, which reminded him of the soldiers who carried empty ammunition boxes to collect weapons and equipment when they were in the forward position. Against the wall, there were about twenty or thirty rifles and a few rocket launchers arranged in a relatively neat row, although they did not have a new appearance, but they could be repaired to at least relieve the embarrassment of the shortage of weapons for the German officers and soldiers in distress.