"Captain Gargo......"

Fear, depression, grievances, and the confusion and despair that once filled my heart, all these negative emotions disappeared with this earnest call, but there were tears in those eyes that were still not firm enough.

"Poor little fellow!"

Lynn sighed under her breath as she put one hand around Titchmel's shoulder and said in a comforting tone for the lost child, "Here I am!" It's okay! Don't worry! It's okay! ”

"Chief Gargo...... It's good to meet you! That's nice! ”

For the first time, Titchmel showed such dependence on Lynn, but the boy who turned 17 in three months did not shrink into his arms and weep like a little girl, but wiped away his tears and said anxiously: "Sir, Marcos has a gunshot wound in the leg, but he insisted on letting me go first, and now he is still behind, let's go and save him!" ”

Lynn looked up and glanced across the street, where Noah and Wolfrum's cover shots had led to a fierce return fire from the Soviets, with shells flickering and smoke billowing from the ruins, and a barrage of bullets sweeping through the ruined buildings and rubble like whips of varying thicknesses. In such a situation, they are still powerless to parry, how can they cross the street to come to the aid or cover themselves with fire to return to the other side of the street? The rest of the salvation can only be carried by himself with the little soldier Karl. Tenchmel came to finish.

"Hey, Carl, listen to me, we're not going to give up Marcos, tell me how you parted and what your subsequent retreat will be!"

Hearing Lynn's words, Titchmel's mood calmed down a lot, and he described it in his own way: "Marcos was hiding in a dilapidated house, near a messy alley, and I walked here for about ten minutes, and I didn't make many turns!" ”

Lynn heard every word of this answer very clearly, but he was very embarrassed to find the exact location of the target from such a "messy" description of the direction and distance, but he was not able to criticize and reprimand the young and inexperienced private, so he had to patiently say to him: "Hey, Carl, listen, although it is very dangerous to go back, we must not let Marcos fall into the hands of the enemy, we must save him!" With me, the battle isn't as hard as it seems, right? ”

"Of course, sir, you are invincible!" Titchmel replied somewhat childishly.

For the reputation of invincibility, Lynn could only smile in his heart, and he immediately checked the submachine gun in Titchmel's hand, and there were still some bullets in the magazine. After making sure that the shooting safety had been opened, he returned the gun to the private, and told him to "be sure to follow my orders to shoot", then moved sideways along the wall to the broken place, put his gun together in one hand, and took out a reflector to observe the environment behind the wall: there was no trace of Soviet soldiers for the time being, and no bullets swept from close range.

"Carl, let's go!"

As she said this, Lynn turned her head to look at Titchmel. The nervousness before the battle, combined with the eagerness and determination to save his companions, was revealed on his young and immature face, thus constructing a complex and strange expression.

Without time to think about it, Lynn flashed to the side with a decisive and swift movement, bowing forward, fanning the guard with both hands and two guns, and whispering "Carl to follow". Titchmel did follow closely, but the submachine gun bumped against the bullet pouch and belt buckle from time to time, making a slight but clear "boom" sound, which made Lynn speechless, and had no time to correct it on the spot, so he had to hope that the Soviet soldiers' hearing had been dulled in this chaotic battlefield.

Passing through several dilapidated buildings and a razed residential area, Lynn found a hidden pile of rubble, waited until Titchmel crouched down, and then looked around with his eyes vigilantly, while asking in a suppressed voice, "Where should I go next?" ”

The young and nervous private poked his head and observed for a long time, and said in an uncertain tone: "I should keep going!" Sir! ”

A few seconds after he finished speaking, the sound of submachine gun fire suddenly sounded nearby, and the light "rope" sound was heard by the MP38 or MP40, which was not superior in power range, and Soviet soldiers rarely picked up this weapon at the end of the war. Immediately afterwards, the rough gunfire that was in line with the fierce folk customs of Russia "rattled and rattled", one after another, and it sounded that there were not only "** Sha" submachine guns, but also one or two Deg Galev light machine guns with a slow rate of fire but not to be underestimated.

Lynn leaned against the pile of rubble, his right hand in front of Titchmel to signal him to lean back, and with his left hand, he didn't let go of the shell gun, and directly picked up the handle of the reflector, and poked it out in a gentle gesture. The shootout that took place in the ruins suddenly began and ended abruptly, and I saw a person lying next to the collapsed building in front of him, only about ten meters away from him, and less than a stone's throw away, two black shadows were walking with their guns in a cautious posture of bowing their heads and bending down.

It is entirely conceivable that this was a hasty battle after a lone German soldier was spotted by a group of Soviet troops, and the result was obvious: the outnumbered and superior Soviet soldiers quickly killed the German soldiers who tried to escape.

Seeing that the enemy was very close, Lynn was afraid that the mirror reflection would reveal his position, so he quickly put the mirror down on the pile of rubble beside him, holding the shell gun that could be fired at any time in his left hand, and the other shell gun that had already been pulled open by the hammer in his right hand, still standing in front of Titchmel, thus silently telling him to remain silent. Suddenly, there was an incomprehensible whispered conversation nearby, and the two Soviet soldiers who had stepped forward to check on it probably stopped to examine the remains of the German soldiers, and then beckoned their companions to continue walking. After half a cigarette in this oppressive atmosphere, Lynn heard heavier and more motley footsteps, including the sound of a leather boot stepping on the gravel, sounding close at hand. In the face of the challenge of death, Lynn clenched his teeth, and even planned the action of bursting shots, but in this case, he knew that his chances of winning were pitifully small.

Fortunately, the Soviet soldiers who walked close did not notice the two German soldiers hiding in the rubble, and they continued to move along the rubble towards the battlefield area. Listening to the sound of gentle and cautious footsteps fading away, Lynn let out a sigh of relief, and then thought that the Soviets had begun to clean up the initial battlefield!

After a while, Lynn picked up the reflector and looked around, except for those potential Soviet snipers who might be hiding in abandoned buildings, there were no Soviet soldiers within a radius of 100 meters, and then he led Titchmel to get up and march in the opposite direction to those Soviet soldiers just now. Because of the violent corpses of their companions, the mentality and movements of the two have quietly undergone some changes, becoming more like rats that come out to forage at night. They had to be on the lookout for predators at all times, and the area was indeed full of dangers. The two of them had only walked more than 100 meters before they were startled by the roar of machinery and hid far away. Soon, Lynn saw two Soviet tanks passing through the ruined streets between the ruins, those Soviet tankers sitting proudly in the turret hatches, the tanks also carried a number of combat infantry, and dozens of ordinary infantry followed by the tanks, among them there were even flamethrowers carrying fuel canisters, thus forming a search net with a horizontal width of fifty or sixty meters. From time to time, they fired at abandoned buildings where people might be hiding, and sprayed flames into sewers with open manhole covers. In this process, one or two German soldiers who were forced to fight back rose up, but their guns were so weak in the face of the powerful firepower of the Soviet army, and after two cannon shots, the battlefield resumed the hustle and bustle of the unilateral and absolute control of the Soviet army.

Hiding in a location that is not very secret, Lynn is once again mentally prepared to burst out at any time and die at any time, and the young private next to him is also nervous to the point of tooth fighting, fortunately, it is still late at night, and the forward movement of the area covered by artillery light and flares makes the dark part regain its domination of this ruined area, and withstanding the great psychological night, Lynn and they also avoided the seemingly strict search and cleaning of the Soviet army without danger. This time, the nearest Soviet infantry was still three meters away, and the weather in May did not look like a cold winter, and the breath would produce obvious white gas, as long as there was no sound, there was no too conspicuous difference between the creeping human body and the scattered objects around it.

Finally surviving this group of dangerous enemies with the coordination of Butan, Lynn felt a little numb and weak in his legs when he got up, and when he turned his head to see that Titchmel was also very difficult to stand up, his heart suddenly felt infinitely sad.

In this neighborhood, which was already under the control of the Soviet army, the two cautiously moved forward in the dark with the mentality of "not giving up if you are unsure", and it took nearly an hour to complete the ten-minute journey of Techmel's retreat. Seeing Tenchmel pointing to a row of dilapidated houses connected to each other, Lynn stepped forward with a heart hanging up and down, only to hear what sounded like a fight. Unexpectedly, he sped up his speed and came to the first dilapidated house on the right, and looked behind through the broken window, and saw a group of Soviet soldiers in a small open space that looked like a private courtyard and violently attacked a few people huddled in the corner.

It's like war, it's just a gang fight of street gangsters!

The beaten men were so huddled together that they couldn't tell the exact number, they looked powerless, and what made Lynn even more worried was that most of these unarmed men were still wearing German steel helmets.

If it was because of the tough resistance of the other side on the battlefield that they lost their comrades-in-arms, then it was at least more "merciful" for the Soviet soldiers to beat these German prisoners of war than to shoot them directly. Lynn further observed the situation in the courtyard, thinking that if she was sure to kill the Soviet soldiers here, she would rescue these unlucky companions, and coldly heard a ghostly and cruel laughter, which felt similar, but in this place, she could not see the person laughing, so she had to tiptoe to the next room, and looked through the hole in the wall, and was stunned: The guy who sat on the steps and was bandaged by the medics was not the Soviet Colonel Matsov that he had captured earlier? How did he end up here?

(To be continued)