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Walking through the woods at an almost walking pace for a long time, Lynn was not plagued by deep fatigue as she was when she retreated, but her spirit became more and more sober, and even her stomach was quite cooperative. During this long journey, he deliberately approached the dark-clad "Night Warriors" and silently observed their behavior. The tall officer, though he raised his hand to look at his watch from time to time, never took out a map or compass to check the direction, and the large box on his back looked rather heavy, but he did not stop to rest or let his companions do the work for a moment.

The sound of artillery was still coming from afar, and it seemed that the Soviets did not intend to calm the German defenders on the other side of the river at night. Lynn thought about the German tanks she saw as she drove through the woods, and wondered if her troops would launch a river-crossing counterattack tonight. If it will, then the task of this infantry detachment is likely to be to carry out raids and sabotage in the rear of the Soviet troops; If not, the mission would most likely be in the same realm that Lynn had speculated earlier.

As he walked, the tall officer finally slowed down and raised his left hand at the same time, and the scattered group quickly stopped. A "Night Warrior" carrying a large box trotted in from the front, walked up to him and whispered to him. Instead of nodding or shaking his head, the officer wearing the special emblem waved his left hand. The stragglers moved again, and the soldiers were all moving slowly, not only with their light steps, but also with an even bend of the entire spine from the neck to the tailbone, and each of them seemed to be particularly cautious in their posture.

Lynn, who was still in a state of "listening to pantomime", had to bow her head and bend down like her companions, and there was no obvious light source in front of her at this time, but the naked eye could still feel the change in light. After walking about 100 meters, Lynn finally saw the edge of the woods, and saw a "Night Warrior" with a large box on his back crouching next to the tree, he was holding an assault rifle with a "large flashlight" and moving from side to side, his eyes firmly on the back of the special sight.

The officer raised his left hand again, leaving the soldiers to stop a dozen or twenty meters from the edge of the woods, and walk forward alone. Lynn deliberately took a few more steps, only to see the officer walk up to the soldier who was crouching beside the tree and stand and turn his assault rifle in a similar horizontal motion. From Lynn's position, the fields outside the woods were covered in a dull silver-gray color, and there were no village buildings as far as the eye could see, and it was impossible to tell if there were roads in the fields. After a while, the officer lowered his gun and put it on his waist naturally under the effect of the gun belt, and then took out the map from the leather bag that he was carrying diagonally. The starlight was not enough for him to make out the lines on the map, so he crouched down and beckoned with his right hand, and two nearby "Night Warriors" who did not carry the large box hurriedly stepped forward, they quickly unbuttoned their shirts and pulled them apart with their hands, bending down in front of the officers, thus forming a rough semi-encirclement. The officer put the map on his lap, turned on the flashlight, looked at it in less than half a minute, turned off the flashlight, got up and looked out for a moment, and put the map away.

Lynn, who thinks he has a good sense of direction, has long been difficult to distinguish after walking in the woods for so many hours, and the combat map is no better than GPS, and there will be a cold electronic voice to tell you where you are. Users need to compare the map with the field to determine their own position, which is enough to drive 95 percent of women crazy during the day, 60 percent of men depressed, and at night more than 99 percent of men and women are at a loss.

Seeing that the officer waved his left hand again, the soldiers who stopped in the forest seemed to be playing a game of "one, two, three wooden people", and they all took steps at the first time. Their speed was still slow, their backs bent as they walked out of the woods, and their grim and apprehensive emotions were like a group of ghosts terrified of the sun, and they were full of unease once they left the shelter.

Holding the Mauser 98K horizontally with both hands, Lynn bent over at a wide angle, a posture that only lasted for a moment made his lower back ache. If he wants to keep it up for a long time, he thinks it's better to climb with a dog that uses both hands and feet. Even so, he still looked up at the empty field with his own eyes. The dead grass has long been buried in ice, snow and mud, and the cold wind is blowing, and the world is a fixed scene.

Not far to the right is the road, the black outline is like a long snake with no head and tail visible, there are no vehicles moving on it, and there are no Soviet camps, positions, or conspicuous guard posts nearby. Everything here was fresh, curious, and apprehensive to Lynn, who always felt that he shouldn't have walked so easily in Soviet-controlled territory, let alone such a large wilderness. After walking like this for about ten minutes, I suddenly heard someone shouting: "Woshi Tecter! ”

Hearing this, which was perhaps the German word he was most familiar with at the moment, Lynn fell to the ground as fast as he could, and the soldiers around him did it at almost the same rate. Not long after they all lay down, with a crisp snap, a blinding light suddenly burst out of the sky, instantly freeing a large field from the shroud of darkness. Following the direction of the flare's flight, the lit area on the ground moved rapidly, as if God was looking for something on the ground with an oversized flashlight, and finally swept past the lowly group of German soldiers lying down - realizing that he was in the light, Lynn's heart was terrified: although the German soldiers were lying down, how could this unobstructed field hide? It's over, it's over, this time it must be over! I don't know if he will die under Maozi's artillery fire, or if he will be swept into a sieve by machine gun bullets. The next second, the next second, there will be a dense barrage of guns and shells. Brothers, run? There is still a chance to escape back into the woods!

Despite all the panicked thoughts in her head, Lynn finally didn't lose control and got up and ran back into the woods. The expected gunfire did not ring out for a long time, and he raised his head slightly, the light around him was rapidly dimming as the flares fell, and there was no Soviet artillery fire or combat units in his sight. It appears that the flare was only set off by the Soviets for the purpose of a wide range of vigilance, and the sentinels may have used binoculars to observe from a great distance, as long as no enemy troops are moving in the area. Besides, this is not a smooth and immaculate snowfield, there is a piece of snow in the east, a piece of mud in the west, and a small undulating hill, and the distance is so far away that it is impossible to distinguish between the people lying on their stomachs and the mud spread out.

It wasn't until the flare was completely extinguished that Lynn's heart was pulled up and he was able to let go, but he thought about it: the Soviets might have discovered an anomaly here, but they were still mobilizing artillery or combat troops. Temporary calm does not mean that the danger is lifted, and the best thing to do is to get out of this open wilderness as soon as possible!

The tall officer seemed to hear Lynn's thoughts, and only a few seconds after the flare went out, he quickly got up and waved his left hand, and the team of fifty moved forward again, and everyone couldn't help but speed up under their feet. After walking about two kilometers in this way, the officer lifted the cuff of his left shirt with his right hand, looked at his watch, and shouted softly again: "Woshi Tecter!" ”

Hell yes!

Lynn muttered inwardly, and fell to her stomach as fast as she could. Sure enough, half a minute later, another flare lit up, streaked over the wilderness in roughly the same trajectory, and the light eventually disappeared into the woods.

From the appearance of the Soviet flares to the extinguishing of the flares, Lynn silently counted to twenty-five in her heart.

The field was very humid, and the clear night sky could not hold the heat that shone on the earth during the day, and the temperature was unusually low. After only lying on his stomach for a while, his chest, belly, and legs felt the chill that penetrated his clothes, and seeing the officer get up and wave again, Lynn hurriedly got up and patted his clothes and pants casually, so that although he could not immediately dry the clothes, at least he could reduce some of the absorbed moisture. Looking back into the distance, he realized that the Soviets were firing flares at specific intervals, and the "Night Warriors" who had previously explored the path had figured out the pattern, so they were able to avoid the Soviets' long-distance vigilance without danger.

After four rounds of this, the German detachment finally crossed the field and entered another wood. The pine trees here are like those placed in the living room or front of the door for Christmas in European and American families, with a symmetrical triangular shape and a snow-white tree, and the shrubs scattered along the edge of the trees resemble the landscape trees on the roadside. After entering the woods, everyone finally got a rare respite, so they all slowed down. The woods were not large, only two or three hundred meters across, and when the German soldiers walked to the other side, the world before them was no longer cold and empty.

With jumping campfires, swaying figures, accordion-accompaniment songs, and a faintly recognizable variety of vehicles, "long-nosed" tanks, neckless assault guns, and sleek trucks, the abandoned German village in the distance seemed to have been transformed into a makeshift camp for Soviet armored troops.