Lunch: slices of ham, bread dipped in butter. Dinner: sliced ham, bread dipped in butter. The continuous cold food and cold food combined with the heavy exertion of physical strength, the novelty of leaving the "Shelter" base gradually replaced by tiredness. At this time, although Lynn missed the hot soup in the restaurant and the hot water in the bathroom, she did not have the slightest retreat because of this. The more difficult the conditions, the stronger the desire to win, and he even felt that his mental strength and physical potential were constantly being stimulated - the invincible Lynn on the battlefield was back!

I casually looked at my watch, it was 10 o'clock in the evening, and I couldn't help but feel the wonder of nature when I saw the sky but it was still dusk. But it's not really a polar day, because the sun still has to set after all. Before it was completely dark, Sergeant Fick, the guide of the group, arranged for the patrol to camp in a small wood, and as part of the "arrangement from above", the night guard was carried out by two guides and two gendarmes in shifts, and the rest of the men were told not to leave the enclosed rest area without permission, even if they were small or small. At this time, Lynn became more and more aware of the evil impact of the "defection incident" far beyond people's imagination, which led to the collapse of the loyal and reliable image of the emperor in the eyes of the high-level. It is difficult to say how many of such a seemingly ordinary patrol team are spies tasked with secret supervision missions, and if such a team is engaged in the battlefield, how much combat effectiveness can be exerted?

There were too many things that could be influenced and changed by herself, and Lynn got into her sleeping bag, closed her eyes and tried not to think about anything. The deep tiredness made him fall asleep quickly, but it didn't feel like he had slept long before the mouth of the sleeping bag was opened. There is no need to call the bed, the dazzling sunlight has already woken him up.

"Oh my God, what time is it?" Lynn said as she tried to pull her left hand out of her sleeping bag when a sleepy voice came from next to her: "My God, it's only 3:30 a.m., is it necessary to get up so early?" ”

"Don't complain, sir, soldiers! Another 45 kilometres will be to our first rest camp, which I promise will delight each and every one of you, and we plan to spend the night there – plenty of 8 hours! ”

Sergeant Feck's voice still sounded so energetic, which really made Lynn admire the mountain soldier's skill, but his words were not necessarily too honest to boost morale. The 45-kilometer mountain journey is not a short distance, and it is estimated that it was only about 20 kilometers in a whole day before, and as for "8 hours" and "sufficient", this sounds contradictory. After walking over the mountains and mountains for two days, the consumption of physical strength and energy is almost catching up with the battle on the front line, and only 8 hours of rest are given?

After all, these were just Lynn's silent muttering, packing up and taking firm steps again. Although it is located in the Arctic Circle, the temperature in early summer is pleasant, but at least the plants that are all over the mountains are thriving. However, there are no hunters' huts or occasional pedestrians in this area, and even wild animals are rarely seen. Heavy weapons are useless in patrolling such inaccessible areas, and whenever she needs to climb with tools or pull ropes downhill, Lynn can't help but rejoice in the guide's clever decision - an extra MP44 adds 5 kilograms of weight, and it takes a lot of physical effort to travel long distances, while a Walter P38 weighs less than 1 kilogram with a full load.

"Hey...... I said, Sergeant, how far away can you observe a fire here? ”

Lieutenant Colonel Bertle, Lynn's colleague and commander who worked with him throughout the day, was a man who liked to ask questions, but some people's questions made people feel humble and studious, and some people's questions made people feel vulgar and incompetent. Unfortunately, Lieutenant Colonel Bertle was such an image in Lynn's eyes, and even more unfortunate was that there were not a few such people in the Imperial Strategic Staff, and there were no more shrewd and brilliant Laurentz. How Bach placed the burden of revival on these people.

The tour leader, a tall, lanky and athletic-looking sergeant of the mountain soldiers, stopped in front and turned his head and said, "If you're lucky, it's enough for the Soviet sentries 50 kilometers away to see!" ”

"Impossible!" Lieutenant Colonel Bertel immediately shouted, "The earth is round, and no one can see the smoke column 50 kilometers away!" ”

"But if it's obvious enough to be observed with a high-powered telescope...... sergeant shrugged, omitting the rest of the words.

"Impossible, I bet that even the plume of smoke produced by the most powerful fleet of the steam engine era can only be observed from 30 to 40 kilometers away, and it is impossible to go further!" Lieutenant Colonel Bertel was still talking incessantly, and he didn't seem to realize that there was no practical point in arguing about 50 or 40 kilometers, as long as the smoke column was discovered by the Soviets, whether it was a fixed post, a mobile sentry, or a ship passing by the northern route, a simple patrol could pose a deadly threat to the "shelter" - just from a tactical level, the external defense of the secret base was undoubtedly very fragile, maybe a group of aircraft, A few warships would have been able to destroy it and the more than 10,000 people inside it.

Climbing another steep wall with difficulty, Lynn pulled out the small binoculars that Bach had given her when she was in Berlin. Under the bright sunshine, the scenery is still like a unique picture. Some of the mountains are covered with lush vegetation at the top, but below the mountainside are almost grassless cliffs, like cakes topped with cream fruit dots; Some of them are covered with shrubs and green grass, except for one side of the stone wall in the shape of a porch, which makes people feel like a door to some hidden world, which can only be opened by a mysterious spell; The mountains are surrounded by low-lying lakes of all sizes, which look like blue gems set in gold and silver scepters from a distance. Perhaps nowhere else in the world will you find a terrain like this.

At the beginning, Lynn was watching with the mentality of appreciating nature, and then there was no reason, he suddenly thought about it, this steep terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, especially not conducive to the operation of armored forces, once the situation is relatively mature, can this be used as a large-scale military production of al-Qaeda?

With this in mind, Lynn revisited her surroundings. The fjords are like canal wharves, connecting the inland with the outside sea by deep waterways, and the steep mountain walls of the fjords form a natural shelter from the wind, and most of the fjords can be turned into harbours capable of transporting medium to large goods as long as the port facilities are built and paths are carved out, and the terrain around the fjords is not all steep, and there are large and small valleys between the ridges. They are mostly overgrown with boreal vegetation at this time, but once the warm season is over, they will soon be covered with a thick layer of snow. The biggest challenge for building a large factory facility here is the low temperatures of the winter months, when most of the fjord is frozen by ice. Perhaps, it was like climbing over a mountain, Lynn thought to herself, and it seemed that there was no way forward, but with the right determination and method, it was possible to carve out a path.

In the early afternoon, without hearing any sound, the lead guide, Sergeant Fick, suddenly beckoned the patrol members to hide, this was not a drill, and a moment later, an olive-green painted plane appeared in sight. The hum of the twin-engined aircraft was slight, but with the help of telescopes, the crew on board could still see what was going on on the ground. Because of this, Lynn and the others honestly lay on their stomachs in the cold and damp bushes for more than half an hour, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the plane left. No, Sergeant Feck said happily, "Great, sir, soldiers, we don't have to worry about the threat from the air for the next two days!" ”

"This is a regular patrol by the Russians?" Someone at the back of the line asked.

"Yes." Sergeant Feck replied, "Just like us, routine patrols!" ”

"There will be no exceptions?" The man asked again.

Sergeant Feck replied, "The main thing is to look at the weather!" I suppose the Russians don't care so much about this region, which has neither resources nor threats! ”

Yes, there are still resources, the establishment of industrial zones, the supply of resources is also a big problem, while everyone is optimistic about the next trip, Lynn is thinking about completely different issues alone.

"Sir, do you see our village?"

A day later, on another hillside, when Lynn was once again looking at the scenery and thinking, Corporal Aigler, who was in charge of the rear of the two patrol guides, had already come behind him, which also meant that the other patrol members had already walked to the front.

The morning of the third day of the trip had quietly passed, and according to the original patrol plan, the trip would have been spent outside the base for a full week, but most of the time would be spent on the road.

"Village? Uh, didn't see it, where? Although Lynn had been holding the telescope, he was still pondering his "big industrial idea" just now, and he didn't even notice whether there were man-made structures in his sight.

"Well, at the bottom of that fjord, the Norwegians have built a very small fishing port there. In the nearby col, there are four buildings with brown roofs, separated from each other a little by a distance, and can accommodate up to 30 people. Despite their small size, they are the only villages in the surrounding area of more than 100 kilometres, where only adventurous people dare to live, and when the temperature drops to around -30 degrees Celsius during the day, the fjords freeze over, after which they have to leave for Narvik or a port further south to take refuge and return when the thaw is over. If the weather suddenly cools down, you'll have to survive the winter here! Hey! ”

Following the direction pointed by the corporal, Lynn found a few houses by the fjord that were very harmonious in color and shape with the surroundings, and looked like they should be made of wood, which reminded him of some of the wooded wooden houses mentioned in the novel where the nobles hunted in the summer, but the Norwegian fishermen were no better than those born with golden spoons. In order to survive, they had to fish and hunt whales in the world's harshest climate, fight raging waves, and fight the bitter cold of the polar regions, all of which forged their extremely resilient character. Although it is not difficult to cut down the surrounding trees to build a few wooden houses, the problem is ...... Was this fishing village a pre-existing thing, or was it the work of the German staff officers who thought they were ingenious?

"How old is this fishing port and village?" When Lynn asked a serious question, Corporal Aigler just smiled and refused to say a word, and his performance left Lynn to judge for himself. The huts looked ahead, but the trek over the hills was not easy, and it wasn't until 8 p.m., before the sun set, that the patrol arrived at the only village within a hundred miles, and learned that it had a jaw-dropping name: "Ogel."

In Norse mythology, Öger is the god of the deep sea, ruling the waves of the sea, legend has it that he has long, white hair and beard, and sometimes chases ships on the sea, pulling them to the palace under the water - listening to the introduction of the tour leader, Lynn can't help but think of the heroic sinking of the "Scharnhorst", this large warship is sunk in the cold Norwegian waters, if there is really a sea god, probably will also be shocked by its heroic spirit, and then use its wreckage as his new palace to use!

The only people left in the village were two young men dressed in Nordic civilian attire, five younger women, and two children under the age of 10, and even before they spoke in a pure German accent, Lynn would not have been so simple as to think that the relationship between the Norwegian aborigines and the German occupiers had reached such a rigid level. Obviously, these were the "pretenders" carefully selected by the German army, the reliable Germans, who were mainly responsible for the perimeter guard in the "Aryan Ark Project", and by the way fished fish to enrich the food supply of the "refuge" base.

The leading young man greeted the patrolmen: "Welcome to 'Ogel', the most beautiful fishing port village in the far north. Most of our people are now out fishing by boat, so the comfy beds are open and we have smoked fish and spirits! Enjoy! ”

Most of the members of the patrol smiled happily, but others, such as Lieutenant Colonel Bertle, immediately looked down at their watches, trying to calculate the "8-hour" rest. Everyone has their own way of thinking, and there is nothing to question about this, and Lynn is just silently watching in his eyes, and he is careful to beware of those who are classified as "pig-like teammates" in the future.

When you look at it from a distance, the four wooden houses here are small and rough, and when you get closer, you feel that they are stronger and stronger than you imagined, the pillars and beams are made of thick logs, the internal structure looks simple and reasonable, and the use of building mechanics may have reached the international leading level. If the Soviet army personnel arrive by chance one day, I don't know if they will see the clues from these subtleties.

Although it is a fishing port village, these "Norwegian fishermen" did not openly light a fire to grill fish outdoors, but used dry wood and charcoal to make a fire in the house, so that the smoke coming out of the chimney was grayish-white, and at a height of less than twenty or thirty meters, it was already drifting away with the wind and disappeared, and such smoke had to be observed very carefully even from 50 kilometers away, even 10 kilometers away.

Thinking about the plumes of smoke floating out of the chimneys here, Lynn thought of the factories he saw in the caves along the way when he suppressed the "defection incident", if they only sew clothes and processed materials, they could achieve relatively pollution-free production with the energy provided by geothermal power generation, but military science and technology is not an ordinary sewing and patching, knocking and beating, it involves many fields such as chemical industry, metallurgy, casting, etc., and the resulting exhaust gas and waste materials are not only related to the problem of concealed surnames, but also affect the survival safety of more than 10,000 people in the base. If young men and women are paired with each other, the total number of men and women is likely to increase by more than 50 percent in a few years, and food and space will become new problems. Generally speaking, the "Aryan Ark Project" is only theoretically and basically complete, and has not fully considered the actual situation, especially some details--adjustments can certainly make up for the shortcomings, but if arrangements are not made as soon as possible, the problems that accumulate at that time may lead to more serious and irreparable losses than the "defection incident".

I thought that this patrol could be a distraction, but I didn't think that the fresh air stimulated thinking and inspiration, and there were more things in my mind, Lynn was a little unexpected, and his personal influence was very limited, and Bach's previous problems were still blocked, and it was the cutting and messing up, and he suddenly felt a little disappointed, and even had the idea of pulling people and leaving. After a few sips of hot soup and a slice of grilled fish, I really felt that the house was too noisy, so I came outside alone. The so-called fishing harbour here is nothing more than a three- or four-metre-long trestle made of wooden frames, so that larger fishing boats can dock at the bottom of the fjord, where the fishing boats are out fishing, and the small harbor is particularly quiet. I found a bare rock and sat down, and my head was full of thoughts that no one confided in, so I simply took out the real Lynn. Gargo left a notebook, and in turn began to write Chinese characters from the back, and only listed some of the key words of these ideas. Even if someone searches for it, the possible surnames that have the real content are very small.

The small fishing port village is also a palm-sized place, and in an extraordinarily delicate atmosphere, it is impossible to be alone for a long time. When Lynn wrote down her thoughts, a kind female voice came from behind her: "Sir, why aren't you warm inside, homesick?" ”

There seemed to be a little ambiguity in this sentence, but Lynn didn't have the heart to think about it, and before the other party came to his side, he calmly put away his notebook and pen, and replied, "I like to write a note alone." ”

"Remember?" This tone sounds like a female spy who pays attention to and questions every little detail, but this woman is dressed as a commoner, with a mediocre appearance and a somewhat bloated figure, which is simply the standard template of European housewives. She sat down casually next to Lynn with her sleeves rolled up high, her hands probably freshly soaked in cold water, her fingers and palms flushed.

Lynn turned her head to look at her, probably because of the wind and sun, her facial skin was rough, and she was estimated to be in her thirties, but her appearance looked similar to that of a forty-year-old aunt.

"Where are you from? Seriously. ”

The woman smiled: "Oslo, really. ”

"Norwegians?" Lynn was slightly surprised.

The woman nodded: "Norwegian Germans." ”

Oslo is the capital of Norway, and Lynn naturally asked, "What is life like in Oslo...... Much better than here! ”

The woman's answer was a little vague: "Look at that aspect - life here is actually very fulfilling." ”

It was Lynn's turn to nod, indeed, he had dreamed of taking his beloved woman to find such a beautiful and indisputable place to spend peace, and he would be satisfied with coarse tea and light rice every day.

"I just heard them say you're Danish?" The woman asked.

"Uh, the Germans of Danish origin." Lynn replied without thinking, after a long time, he gradually regarded himself as that character.

"What about your family...... Still in Denmark? The woman asked again.

Among the many questions that have plagued him recently, this one can't even be touched, and Lynn opens her mouth to answer, but she doesn't know what to say. Thinking of their real family, I don't know if they are okay in another time and space.

Thinking that Lynn was entangled in the situation of her Danish family, the woman whispered "sorry".

"It's okay." Lynn turned her head to look in the direction of the fall, and most of Norway's fjords were in a zigzag shape, and this one was no exception, so there was no outlet to the sea along the fjord, and the view was finally blocked by the steep mountain walls.

"Sometimes I miss my parents who are far away in Oslo, but I believe they are doing well now and they are very supportive of me playing for my real country, our Germany...... How great it is! The woman's tone of voice changed from flat to high, obviously from the heart.

Unimpressed by this generosity, Lynn calmly asked, "Would you like to live here for five, ten, or even longer?" ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and looked at Lynn very seriously: "In order for our next generation to live in a strong and rich country, I am willing to serve Germany for the rest of my life." ”

Never thinking about what her next generation would be, Lynn thought of little Catrili, if she and her family could stay in Denmark and not be sent back to Germany, the rest of life might not be too bad, but in any case, the defeat and division of the country would leave a deep scar on this young and simple heart, and even affect her entire life. As for others, how many have lost their humanity, dignity, freedom and even their lives because of the contempt and even tyranny of the occupiers? Now, although he is humble and light-hearted, he is standing at the crossroads of the times, and there is still a glimmer of opportunity to change the ...... that has not yet finally settled. History.

(To be continued)