From the effect point of view, Lynn's on-site instructions played the icing on the cake rather than the final word, the bombardment of the four snow leopards obviously caused physical and psychological heavy damage to the Soviet troops in the mountain and rock area, after several rounds of suppression of 75 mm caliber high-explosive shells, the Soviet firepower was no longer enough to resist the rapid attack of the night soldiers, and the troops outflanked from the left flank only took less than ten minutes to attack the mountain, and the officer who had previously questioned Lynn also sent soldiers to report: killed more than ten enemies and captured 3 mortars, Prisoners, wounded, 2 prisoners of war.

For the two Soviet prisoners of war, the officer also asked the soldiers to ask Lynn what to do. According to conventional practice, these wounded prisoners of war, who only cause a drag, could not survive, but these things should not be put on the table and confirmed in clear language or writing. Think that as the battle progresses, the Soviet army has no hope of victory, and there will inevitably be more and more soldiers who will lay down their arms out of self-preservation, if they are all killed, it will certainly constitute a deterrent and pressure on the Soviet side, and there will be no harm to the imperial side, but Lynn's concept has changed, why not use these prisoners of war to launch an invisible psychological warfare?

"If the wounds are salvable, they will be treated and detained on the spot, and when the follow-up troops come up, they will be handed over to them, and they will be asked to collect these prisoners of war and take them back to the base together, and tell them that this is my order."

"Yes, sir!" Receiving Lynn's clear orders, the young night soldier hurried away. Looking around, the night fighters and tank teams, whose schedules had been delayed by the battle just now, also seized the time to get back on the road, and it was precisely because of this delay that the follow-up combat units, including a second team of four snow leopards, also caught up, and the two were connected from end to end, and the marching column suddenly became large and powerful. In this case, Lynn did not choose to climb the mountain rock to watch the spoils of war and look into the distance of the main battlefield where a larger battle was about to take place, but took two subordinates, old and new, to follow the main attack force on the left flank.

At the same time, a few kilometers away in the Soviet camp, colonel-ranking officers gathered in a makeshift trench, covered with rainproof canvas, with two oil lamps lit and a combat map made of brown paper on the ground. At the head of this group of officers was a square-faced, stocky naval colonel, and every few minutes a wave of heavy shells fell, and there was no movement on the surface. Taking advantage of the interval between the shelling, the colonel frowned and said: "Comrades, the enemy is far stronger than we thought, and now that all the ships have been sunk and communications have been completely interrupted, the situation is extremely unfavorable for us!" Together with Comrade Political Commissar, I pondered that the enemy's combat intention was to annihilate us completely, and what was even more terrifying was that the Central Committee did not know what was happening here, and this would certainly make our country diplomatically passive. Therefore, we must break out and tell the outside world about everything that is happening here! ”

Sitting next to the colonel, the political commissar with a slender horse face and a bit of bookishness, quickly added: "Comrades, we are all loyal fighters of the motherland, the glory of the Guards Navy, and since we have despised the enemy, it is difficult to turn this battle around, and I agree with Comrade Jokavich that in any case inform the Central Committee of what is happening here." ”

The officers, who were mostly in their thirties, agreed with silence, and the colonel immediately began to deploy: "Judging from the current situation, the sea route is not feasible for the time being, and as for whether our submarine has survived the enemy's surprise attack, we have no way of judging and will not consider this situation for the time being, and it cannot be ruled out that the Northern Fleet will send ships again in a few days, but the enemy's sea power is so fierce and brutal that we cannot hope to wait for rescue on the shore -- at least not in this area." Therefore, I propose that the 3rd Battalion gather all its forces to break through to the northeast and cross the ice fields on foot to the border, and if you are lucky, you may even run into our army task force patrols along the way, and we guess they are in this area! ”

Looking at the area circled by the colonel's finger on the map, a flat-nosed lieutenant colonel interjected worriedly: "Since the enemy has the ability to launch such an offensive, I am afraid that friendly troops who are searching by land will also be ambushed, which means that we may have to cross that cold and barren ice field on foot, the actual journey is more than 300 kilometers, it will take ten days to half a month, and we will not be able to carry so many provisions." ”

The colonel had obviously already thought of a countermeasure, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Bring all the mules, horses and supplies that can be collected, this will be our last hope!" From now on, the 1st Battalion, the 2nd Battalion, the regimental troops and the surviving sailors will hold their respective camps and resolutely resist the invading enemy...... We may still have hope of survival. ”

In April, the length of days and nights in the northern cold zone is naturally reversed, until the polar day phenomenon occurs in the middle of summer, but it is less than an hour dark, and it is optimistic that the next day will wait for eight hours.

As the political commissar was about to say a few final mobilization words, an officer in charge of communications hurried between the colonel and the commissar and reported to them with an anxious look.

After hearing this, the colonel's face changed, he looked at the political commissar, and then said to the officers: "Camp No. 11 has just been attacked by the enemy's armored forces and lost, and none of the soldiers of the 3rd Battalion and 2nd Company have fled......"

According to military maps, Camp 11 was located just northeast of the landing area, and it was supposed to be the last assembly point to reach the Soviet border by land. It seems that the "murderous enemy" has long been ready to encircle and annihilate this group of Soviet landing troops, and what makes the officers even more frightened is that what size of armored troops can swallow a camp defended by more than a hundred Guards Navy infantry in one fell swoop?

Seeing that the atmosphere was not optimistic, the colonel said loudly: "The situation is indeed very bad, but comrades, our breakthrough plan should still be resolutely implemented. Now, we adjusted the route accordingly, and the remaining troops of the 3rd Battalion immediately went to Camp 7 to assemble, including mules, horses and supplies. In addition, the 2nd Battalion will concentrate two companies of troops to fortify Camp 5, and I will send an additional tank platoon to support you. ”

Before he could finish speaking, the large-caliber shells that came from a distance fell again, and the camp that had been built before was almost in ruins under this continuous and heavy artillery fire, and the surviving personnel and equipment had to be moved to the periphery of the camp. Fortunately, the enemy's shells did not have eyes, and they still bombarded the original site of the camp, leaving one charred crater after another in the almost melted snow.

At the end of this round of shelling, the Grand Calibrator was about to speak, and the communications officer rushed in again, this time accompanied by the faint sound of gunfire.

"Enemy tanks and infantry appeared in front of the cordon, to the east of us!" The Communications Officer reported directly.

The colonel pretended to look at the political commissar and the officers present, and ordered: "Just follow the plan we have just decided!" Battalion 3, Camp 7, Battalion 2, Camp 5, and the rest of the troops held on to the spot! Contact the disconnected troops, and immediately send signal troops on horseback to inform. Comrades, uphold our loyal [***] faith...... Fight for glory! ”

With different mentalities and almost identical heavy expressions, the officers got up and left. After the crowd dispersed, the colonel's face became gloomy, and he turned to face the political commissar, who was also in despair. I finally survived the most difficult days of the Great Patriotic War, did not enjoy the good times of peacetime, but wanted to fight for the honor of going out to fight, and now it is okay, where is this lone wolf who escaped from the hunter's gun, it is simply a group of evil wolves with a strong revenge mentality! The landing support fleet was all sunk within half an hour, and upon hearing the bad news and the heavy artillery roar of the enemy, the two battle-tested commanders made an objective and accurate judgment of the situation at that time: this catastrophe is inevitable!

The colonel drew his pistol without hesitation and said resolutely: "The breakthrough troops need a strong-willed commander, Comrade Political Commissar, and I will take on it here...... Guards! Gather the guard squad and escort the commissar on horseback to Camp 5! ”

As an indispensable bridge, the commissar pulled out his pistol and argued loudly: "No, guards, you escort the regiment commander to Camp No. 5!" ”

The colonel immediately became angry: "Is there any point in fighting for this now? Guards, carry out the order! Even if we cannot become heroes, we cannot become a disgrace to the Soviets. For the sake of our motherland, and for the sake of our deceased leaders, this battle will not be flinched! ”

Rather than a long, difficult, and uncertain trek, it may be more painful to die in a battle to the death against an enemy. The political commissar silently took the silent pain, saluted properly, and left with the guards.

The next person to rush into this temporary headquarters was no longer a communications officer, but an officer with his sleeves rolled up and a muddy face, and he shouted angrily: "Comrade regiment commander, the cordon can't hold on, the casualties of the troops are too great, what the hell!" We can't see the enemy clearly, but the enemy is able to hunt down our soldiers with precision, and they have a dozen tanks to overwhelm the formation! These dog mongrels have amassed so many troops in Norway, and the evil Western imperialism must be the result of their covert connivance! ”

The colonel did not comment on this topic, which had risen to the level of international politics, but he did not stop his subordinates from complaining. Without hesitation, he ordered: "Let the troops alternately cover the line of defense of the retreating camp, the engineer platoon is laying new minefields, pay attention to the detour!" ”

The officer was not overjoyed but only slightly relieved, and he stood up and said, "Yes, regimental commander!" ”

The colonel walked out of the crude temporary headquarters alone, he looked up at the bright moon, the flying objects visible in the sky were like huge vampire bats, they glided silently, although they could not see their specific landing location, but the opponent's combat intentions were obvious. The colonel remembered seeing such beautiful moonlight many times during the Great Patriotic War, and how similar his mood was to the autumn of 1941, when German planes rarely attacked at night, although they were obscuring the sky. In deep despair, he thought about it, the radio was completely interfered with, and the higher command would inevitably be aware of it, and the nearest aviation base here from the Soviet army was only more than 400 kilometers, and they could have sent one or two planes overnight to investigate the situation, in which case the situation might have a glimmer of change.

With the same situation in mind, in the radar control room on the upper level of the "Vault" base, the twenty-eight-year-old technical general Ralph Brown, who was white and elegant in appearance and accustomed to wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, was in the radar control room on the upper level of the "Vault" base. Hennings looked around intently, then looked up at his watch. In order to prevent the high-power radar detection waves from being detected and located by the outside world, the "Caesar" was shut down three minutes before the attack began -- this shutdown is not equivalent to a shutdown in the ordinary sense, but the antenna is suspended from sending out pulsed radar waves, the internal control system and the main engine are still operating, and the technicians who perform their duties are also analyzing the sea and air detection situation when the aircraft was turned on before, and constantly detecting and tracking the external radar waves.

Seeing that the minute hand on his watch was about to point to 9 o'clock, which meant that it had been forty-five minutes since the battle had begun, and that the telephone in the command room had not rang for half an hour, the technical general seemed to feel that something was wrong, and he calmed down, walked quickly to the phone and picked up the microphone.

"Receiving the ...... from General Matt's Office of Base Command"

While waiting, you can clearly hear the ticking of the instruments in this command room, and the staff are glued to their positions one by one, unlike the diagonal radio control room full of busy sounds.

"Alan. Matt!"

The calm voice from the microphone made Hennings instantly retract his slightly divergent thoughts, and he leaned closer to the fixed microphone: "General, I'm Ralph, and there are no new instructions from the marshal's side?" Oh...... I think the one-hour interval may be a bit long, after all, Soviet planes generally travel at speeds of more than 400 kilometers per hour, and it takes less than an hour to fly over from the border...... Yes, I thought so, if it was convenient...... Well, wait for your message. ”

Putting down the phone, Hennings looked up at his watch again, and the minute hand had just crossed the 9 o'clock position. He paced in a small area somewhat distractedly, and waited for about two minutes before the phone rang.

"Ralph. Hennings ...... Oh, Marshal, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time...... Yes, that's what I thought about...... If it is only 3 minutes of boot time, it is difficult for the enemy to accurately capture, even if there is special equipment in the nearby sea area...... Okay, I get it! ”

Putting down the phone again, Hennings unconsciously touched his forehead, where beads of sweat actually appeared. He didn't bother to take out a handkerchief from his pocket and ordered his work technical team: "Get ready to start again, start in 2 minutes." Parameter setting ...... The east direction is a zero degree angle, and the antenna array will rotate clockwise from the zero degree angle after powering on, with a rotation speed of six degrees per second, working continuously for three weeks, and the working frequency is set at 125MHz, and it will be shut down on time after 3 minutes. ”

After receiving clear instructions, the more than 10 technical officers responsible for controlling the "Caesar radar" once again began to operate efficiently as various parts of a precision machine. Two minutes were fleeting, and Hennings looked at his watch, where the minute hand had crossed the 10 o'clock position, and although it was not a whole number, it was less than ten minutes ahead of schedule, but he still felt that it was very necessary.

"Caesar activated!"

As the lights changed color or flashed rapidly, the dark green ripples on the main screens jumped again. There was no speech for the first half minute, and after 30 seconds, a middle-aged technical officer wearing glasses began to report according to the readings: "There are no complete reflections from the ships within 40 kilometers of the north-west area, and they have either escaped or sunk below the surface...... An aircraft was detected at 16 degrees east-north and 80 kilometers away...... A second plane was detected at 18 degrees east of north and at a distance of 130 km! ”

Although the tone of the report was always smooth and composed, the technical officer's last sentence was very fast, and it sounded like a hurried situation.

Staring at the rapidly disappearing echo on the radar screen, General Hennings's face turned a little pale, although he was considered a meritorious man at this moment, but as a member of this last empire, he had reason to be nervous and worried about the approach of enemy aircraft. After being stunned for a few seconds, he walked quickly to the telephone, holding the handset in one hand and the telephone in the other, waiting for his subordinates to reconfirm the results of the detection just now.

Regardless of people's mood, the rotational speed of the radar antenna does not change, and the green light waves on the screen still change at a uniform speed. Another minute, the middle-aged technical officer raised his voice and announced the reading: "An aircraft has been detected at a distance of 16 degrees to the east of North and 70 kilometers...... The second aircraft was detected at 18 degrees east-north and at a distance of 120 kilometers, and the preliminary estimate of the target speed was about 400 kilometers per hour. ”

At this moment, Hennings couldn't wait for a moment to pick up the earpiece: "Please pick up the base command war room, emergency...... Radar station Ralph. Hennings, looking for the commander, emergency...... Marshal, I'm Hennings, the radar detected two enemy planes coming from the northeast at a speed of about 400 kilometers per hour, one 70 kilometers and one 120 kilometers...... Confirmation, continuous confirmation...... Okay, understood, sir! ”

Putting down the earpiece, Hennings did not breathe a sigh of relief, he hurriedly instructed his technicians: "The radar activation time has been extended, and the radar guidance is ready to be activated!" ”

Just after he said this, the middle-aged technical officer reported the radar readings for the third time, and the positions of the two targets did not change significantly compared with the previous one, which does not mean that they did not move within this minute, but because of the radar detection accuracy and rounding of the readings. Using the results of three readings, the technicians in charge of the calculation and analysis quickly came up with the calculation results: the target flew at a speed of about 360 kilometers per hour, and the former arrived over the battlefield in about 10 minutes, and the latter arrived in about 20 minutes.

"It's still too late, it's still too late!" General Hennings muttered to himself, wiping sweat with a white handkerchief in his hand.

(To be continued)