Bow and thank you for the tips of Frost Ocean, Skyline, Fallen Scarlet, Shenzhou Tongtianxiao, and Kuygg, today, Monday, as usual, the third chapter will be presented at 11 p.m.!

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By the time Lynn and his party left the woods where they were hiding, the warm winter sun had climbed to the top of the tree. More than 20 corpses, most of them unarmed civilians, lay scattered in the fields where the snow was melting. Excluding those who had fallen behind the ranks and could not determine the damage, only about thirty civilians had been seen who had narrowly escaped. Seeing their lost souls and grief, it is difficult to describe the situation of being alive as "lucky".

The time to retreat is still short, but who wants to sit back and watch the corpses of their loved ones, friends or long-time neighbors go wild? The soldiers also spontaneously stayed behind to help bury the bodies. As Lynn rolled up her sleeves, straddled her legs, and swung the sapper shovel with all her might, little Catrili took her mother's hand and stood stunned by the side of the road, perhaps still unable to understand what death was all about, but her innocent eyes showed a sorrow similar to that of her mother. When Lynn came back from her work, she stared up at him for a long time, and then timidly called out "Daddy" again.

"Hey!"

Lynn replied very dryly, bending down and crouching down in front of her. At this moment, a white jade-like flawless hand held a silk silk and gently wiped the sweat from Lynn's forehead and temples. The hand and handkerchief didn't smell like any perfume, but it still gave him a sense of relaxation.

The "white goatee" standing on the side also looked at this harmonious scene with his kind eyes.

"Let's go!" Lynn gently picked up little Cazzuri and suddenly remembered that she should be carrying a suitcase. Turning back to look, he soon caught a glimpse of the cunning-looking old man carrying two suitcases, standing not far away looking at him with resentful eyes.

This guy has a long life! Lynn muttered to herself, but didn't bother to pay attention to the selfish guy. He snatched the duffel bag directly from the young woman's hand, stared straight ahead, straightened his back and strode forward. The duffel bag was slightly heavier than expected, and as for the specific contents, although Lynn was a little curious, she really didn't want to ask too much.

With more than 20 civilians and four soldiers reduced and several wounded with limited mobility, the retreating contingent moved even more slowly. Holding the young child in his arms, Lynn did not take turns with the other soldiers to support the wounded, he quickly led the family of three from the end of the team to the head of the team, but did not leave the dust. When he was a child, his mother taught him to have a heart that is always kind to others, and there are many ups and downs on the road to growth, and the social atmosphere also gives people a lot of helplessness. On this long retreat road, he not only saw the little Cazzili's family in his eyes, but also helped the old and weak women and children around him.

"Hey, you, soldier!"

Lynn turned his head to see the SS corporal who was temporarily in charge of the retreat of the civilians frowning and approaching like a little old man. Perhaps because of his inexperience and hesitation, he failed to organize the concealment of civilians and soldiers before the Soviet air raids, and strictly speaking, his performance was very dereliction of duty.

Out of basic etiquette, Lynn put little Catri down, and then imitated the soldiers—with her head slightly raised, her chest straight, her feet together, and she replied in a small but clear voice, "Sir! ”

"You ......" the corporal stood still in front of Lynn with his hands behind his back, because he was half a head shorter, and he tilted his head sideways to meet Lynn's gaze.

"My name is Lynn. Gargo, sir! ”

Lynn's words are very slippery, and if they stop there, people may be deceived by his expression and tone. In fact, this guy's current level of German may not be as good as the little German girl standing at his feet.

"Before the Soviet plane attack just now, you shouted to run?" The corporal asked.

Lynn roughly understood what was meant, and replied with a puffed chest, "Yes, sir! ”

"Excellent! Very good! The corporal nodded, "I'd like to delegate you a new mission!" ”

Hearing the task, Lynn was a little nervous, not because she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to complete it, but because she was worried that she wouldn't even understand the meaning.

The corporal naturally couldn't see Lynn's concerns, and he said quickly, "In order to save as much time as possible, we have to send someone to the front to prepare the meal, so that everyone can go on the road after eating." Now we only have one cook, and his hand is wounded, not very handy! ”

Lynn was dumbfounded, what was this guy talking about?

"Carl!" The corporal turned and shouted.

Suddenly, an SS private with a black cauldron and two bags on his back stepped forward, his left hand wrapped in a white bandage from the palm of his hand to his wrist, and the blood stains on it were somewhat dark.

In this case, Lynn roughly guessed his new mission, and the corporal said to the brother who carried the black cauldron: "You go with him to the front to prepare lunch!" ”

"Yes!"

After that, the private looked at Lynn, who were all the lowest-level soldiers, and there was no difference between high and low, so he nodded slightly.

The cigarette had been scattered when the Soviet armored unit returned from the night attack, and Lynn had to give it to the other party with a bitter smile, and then turned to the SS corporal: "I want to take him, her, and her, and help!" ”

Everyone's position was very distinct, and the corporal knew who he was referring to without Lynn pointing it out with his hands.

"Prepare lunch four kilometers ahead in two hours, I don't care about the rest!" With that, the corporal turned to look at the civilians and soldiers behind him, and there was probably no commander in the whole world who was willing to take care of such a team.

At a normal walking pace, four kilometers an hour is about the same, and another hour to cook, Lynn feels that there is plenty of time. Before leaving, he said to the private, "Man, I'll help you get some!" ”

"Whoa!"

Because he belonged to the same SS unit, the private had a decent attitude, and only unloaded one bag for Lynn to carry.

Lynn put the bag in front of little Catrii and smiled at her, "Guess what it is!" ”

Curious, Catrili reached for the rope that was tied to the mouth of the bag, but the rope was a little tight, and with Lynn's help she was able to open it.

"Wow, it's potatoes and cabbage!"

This is the first time Lynn has heard little Catrili say words other than "Daddy", "Mommy", and "Don't Go", and the words are quite clear.

Except for two small cabbages, the bag was full of potatoes that were still stained with mud. Lynn then re-tied her pockets with a rope, then picked up little Catrili, and said to the old man and the young woman, "All right, let's go!" ”

"Are we really going to go to the front and cook for everyone?" The white goatee asked, still with a deep expression of study on his face.

"Uh-huh! How? Lynn couldn't figure out the meaning of the old man's question.

"Nothing! It's just that I can't cook! Not at all! The white goatee had a natural tone.

"Oh!" Lynn subconsciously turned her head to look at the young woman, and the young widow's face suddenly turned red with the words of the old man as a prelude.

There must be someone in the family who can cook, otherwise the old and young will drink the northwest wind. Belch...... So, the delicious scallion cake was made by this single mother?

Leaving this sentence behind, the white goatee walked forward unhurriedly with his little suitcase, and the young woman looked at the little Catrili in Lynn's arms and stopped talking. It is true that little Catria plus cabbage and potatoes have more than sixty pounds, but this is not difficult for Lynn. Just as he did when he was a child, he flung the food bag back, tugged at the mouth of the bag with his right hand, and held Katri firmly with his left hand. After walking for a while and exchanging hands, for two hours, the young widow with a white goatee and the SS private with the black pot left the ranks of civilians far behind.

Looking at the woods near the hill in front of him, Lynn thought about setting up a pot and making a fire there, but when she walked up the hill, she found that not far ahead was a German defensive line with deep fortifications, and soldiers patrolling back and forth around the trench bunkers and artillery bunkers.

"Have you arrived at Königsberg?"

Lynn muttered to herself in confusion. According to the estimation of time and speed, they have only covered more than 10 kilometers this way, which is less than half of the "40 kilometers" mentioned by the officer yesterday.

When the private with the black pot stepped forward, the answer was revealed. This line of defense, called "Oliver", was a fortification on the outskirts of the inner ring of the Königsberg defensive system. It protects more than 200 square kilometers of land around the capital of East Prussia and the northern peninsula. Once the Soviets broke through this line, they advanced a few kilometers further into the outskirts of Königsberg.

In this way, "forty km" is roughly the distance from the starting point to the city of Königsberg.

"Let's go, we don't need to make our own fire!" Private Privates walked forward.

Standing on the hill and looking into the distance, you can see the gray city and the blue coastline, and where they intersect, it is difficult to distinguish them with the naked eye. Suddenly, looking back, there were black-gray smoke clouds wafting in the southern sky, and the battle on the defense line along the river should have come to an end for the time being, but there was nothing gratifying about repelling the Soviet attack -- every battle must have been at the cost of a large number of officers and soldiers killed and sacrificed, and under the impact of the Soviet army wave after wave, the energy of the defense line would only be gradually depleted, and finally destroyed. The terrible scene of the collapse of the forward defense line that day is still vivid in my mind.