Following the haughty "German center", a company of pure infantry barely large enough to cross the town continued eastward along the river, arriving at their new position ten minutes later. With the town of Holgen as the center and the German defense as the front, the position here was on the left flank of the battle line, although it was far away from the bridge, but Lynn noticed that the section of the river bed in front of him was not only wide, but the height difference between the bottom of the river and the river bank was relatively small, which was more suitable for armored vehicles to wade through the water than the section in the town. To this end, the German officers and soldiers who arrived here in advance had already dug a criss-cross trench on the north bank, the main body of which was about fifty meters from the river bank, and was supported by a two-and-a-half-story cottage facing north and south.

It can be seen that this villa with a strong European flavor originally sat on the scenery of the Iraqi people, and the land enclosed by wooden fences can also see ornamental shrubs and flower beds, which are either covered under white snow or have been destroyed by the trenches and foxholes of German soldiers, and in the back garden of the villa, you can also see a large-caliber anti-tank gun with a low profile and a thick barrel, which is laid in a pre-dug bunker and covered with a light-colored camouflage net, which can effectively control a large fan-shaped area. The open area on the other side of the river was unobstructed, and it was not until four or five kilometers away that there was a lush, snow-covered wood—the same grove of pine and fir trees that Lynn had held back the Soviet armoured forces in the afternoon.

Bringing this mixed group of Wehrmacht and SS soldiers to the rear of the villa, "Yankel" shouted the command for everyone to stand upright, and then walked to the front of the group, held his head high, and gave a lecture that lasted for more than two minutes. Lynn didn't know what the guy was talking about, but she had to listen as carefully as the soldiers around her. Perhaps because of his own resistance, he played "double reed" in his consciousness. When the other party said a word, he followed up with a self-made funny sentence in his heart, "Russian hair is nothing terrible, Russian hair is a little more chest hair than yours, no, your chest hair is also very lush", and so on.

Because Lynn was in the middle of the line and deliberately maintained an indifferent expression, "Yankel" did not notice anything unusual about him. At the end of the order, the soldiers divided into small groups to find their own positions, and the whole process "Yankel" basically only watched silently, and only when Lynn and his team chose a position on the right side of the villa, he stepped forward to make adjustments - arranged the group of SS soldiers in front of the villa.

Although it was only less than two hundred meters of displacement, in Lynn's opinion, the danger in front of the villa had greatly increased. Knowing that the other side did it on purpose, the SS soldiers, including the "butcher", at best muttered a few words of dissatisfaction, and no one protested to the "Yankel". After jumping into the trenches, most of them put their weapons away and began to reinforce their positions with the sapper shovels they had with them, and when Lynn was about to do the same, the "butcher" suddenly muttered to him, and finally turned around and pointed to the top of the villa.

Lynn wondered very inexplicably: Is this to let herself go up there and snipe?

Someone does feel good about their own shooting skills, but it is common sense to infer that the higher they climb on the battlefield and the faster they die, the roof must be more vulnerable to shrapnel and guns. However, there is no reason for the "butcher" to harm himself!

Seeing that "Yankel" had already turned to the back of the villa with his hands behind his back, Lynn simply climbed out of the trench with his rifle. At this time, the soldiers belonging to the different units were "building on a large scale", and no one cared about the movements of the SS infantry. Walking on the steps of the stone paved house, Lynn walked to the gate of the villa, the original wooden door was gone, a team of Wehrmacht soldiers had piled up sandbag bunkers here, and the machine guns erected here hung long metal bullet chains, and the soldiers were still busy carrying wooden tables and chairs to the door, but to what extent these things could strengthen the defense, Lynn expressed great doubts.

Bypassing the main entrance and going up the stairs on the left, the second floor is also a busy scene. The soldiers had set up firing positions by the windows and balconies, and somewhere they got the marijuana bags, they actually used every available position, and put machine guns, rifles, and even a "Doll" heavy anti-tank bazooka!

At first glance, there was no staircase leading to the top floor on the second floor, but Lynn looked back and forth, and finally found a spiral staircase behind a wooden door, and the creaking of leather boots on the wooden treads suddenly brought Lynn back to his childhood memories, when many buildings still used wooden stairs, and once they were a little older, the places where they were often stepped on would be thinned until holes were formed.

Fortunately, the wooden staircase is relatively strong, and there is no trembling sensation except for making a sound. Walking out of the small door at the end of the staircase, Lynn came to a small curved terrace, too small to fit a pair of tea tables and chairs, the pointed roof of the main body of the villa was almost level with the floor of this terrace, and the roof was paved with striped blocks of reddish-brown tiles, which were not suitable for the layout of the battle position at all - only two soldiers lay there and looked across the river with binoculars, and it was estimated that they would withdraw when the battle began.

Lynn was about to turn back to his position, but a coughing sound above his head suddenly caught his attention. Looking up closely, the terrace had no steps or stairs to go up, but it was possible to climb up the uneven wall, and he leaned his rifle against the door, and climbed two steps up the wall, and his head just poked out of the roof, and he met a pair of blue eyes up close. Lynn was stunned for a moment, and when he fixed his eyes, the roof above the staircase leading to the terrace was almost two meters square, and a soldier covered in light gray camouflage cloth was lying there.

Is this the legendary battlefield sniper?

Looking at the gray cloth rifle in the other party's hand and the scope mounted on the rifle, Lynn immediately confirmed his judgment.

Lynn stared at the sniper, and the sniper looked at Lynn, and the two looked at each other face to face, completely unaware of each other's intentions. A few seconds later, Lynn returned from his distracted state, with an excitement in his heart, and quickly took out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket with his right hand, handed it to the other party with great difficulty, and said hello very simply: "Hi! ”

There was no military salute, no slogans, and the other party just responded very simply: "Hey! ”

Cigarettes are a good thing for soldiers of any belligerent country, and there is no reason to refuse them from their companions. The sniper stretched out his left hand to catch the pack of cigarettes, and was slightly surprised to see that it had not yet been opened, but quickly tore a hole in the top of the cigarette pack with his free right hand, shook it skillfully, shook out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and thanked Lynn while returning the remaining cigarettes.

Thanks to "German Conversation", Lynn understood the other party's words and said "You're welcome". Seeing that the other party had no intention of leaving, the sniper moved half a position to the right, and Lynn hurriedly put the cigarette in his jacket pocket, propped up the edge of the roof and climbed up. As the saying goes, stand tall and see far, on the roof more than ten meters above the ground, you can see farther ahead: the snow-covered woods have a spectacular natural beauty, it occupies most of the line of sight ahead, and the depression at the end may be the village where Lynn and the others fought before. The edge of the woods was two or three thousand meters from the south bank of the river in front of him, and the terrain was flat and unobstructed, and Lynn felt that if he were the commander, he would definitely seize the terrain here to make a fuss, lay mines, and dig anti-tank trenches, so that the Soviet tanks and infantry rushing out of the woods could not move forward smoothly, and then his own artillery fire would be able to comfortably beat the opponent. Now, however, it seems, the German commanders did nothing.

Turn your head to the right, and a short distance away is the small town of "Holgen". Viewed from the side, most of its houses are built on the gentle slope of the north bank of the river, and the wooden and stone steeple houses are compactly and staggeredly arranged together, allowing Lynn to see the traditional European flavor away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Once upon a time, Lynn just wanted to live comfortably, but now this is a luxury.