Waking up to the faint sound of a military horn again, Lynn picked up the watch on his pillow, and at 6 o'clock in the morning, it was the time of Wolfrum's departure. I heard from the old subordinates that the armed combat company has to conduct strict training every day, and the training mode is still very rich. There are basic physical fitness and skill training, real step-tan coordination, confrontation drills in batches, and irregular assembly and surprise training. Such formal training is hard work, but it can keep the officers and men in a state of readiness for battle at all times. As long as the order is given by the superiors, they will be able to attack bravely with full morale.

In the past few days, new companions have arrived in the "shelter" every day, although the empty beds in the hospital have been decreasing, the size of the Imperial Guard has been increasing, the confidence of the officers and men has increased markedly with the increase in popularity, and the topic of private communication has gradually shifted from this mysterious base to the counterattack on the European continent. Lynn has always been very concerned about strategic matters, but he is a low-level officer, and it is a little vain to think about it painstakingly. Pranayama recuperates the body, reads books to cultivate the soul, and after another day, the mind regains peace, and gradually gets used to this new environment where there is no sunlight and no sea breeze - in this hidden "refuge", all kinds of basic living facilities are readily available, and there is no need to worry about food and clothing, which is like a fairyland on earth compared to the arduous battlefield.

After opening his eyes and contemplating for a moment on the ceiling, he got up, leaned on his pillow, and took out the notebook from the pocket of his military uniform on the side, the text of the notebook had not been touched since he changed his soul on that cold winter night, and Lynn only marked the date behind the cover on the back. In the absence of a calendar, he would draw a stroke on it every day, check it twice, and confirm that today was May 10, 1945. If history had not changed, the once glorious Third Reich had officially surrendered a day earlier.

Putting away the pen, closing the book, and turning his head to look, the atmosphere around him has not changed significantly, most of the wounded are still sleeping, and the nurse on duty walks by gently, looking at these young men who have been wounded by the brave fight on the battlefield, their eyes are full of warmth, and occasionally they fold the quilt for the dishonest ones who sleep - they are always so modest and careful, showing the kindness and softness of the female surname, if it were not for this war, how splendid their flowery years would be.

Putting away the extra thoughts, Lynn always felt that such an important historical turning point should not be so calm, so he simply got up and dressed. I am still hampered by a leg injury when I walk, but I don't have to limp as awkwardly as before, and I can maintain a normal posture at a slow pace.

Directly behind the hospital is a circular plaza with fountains, bushes and gravel paths, but unfortunately, the "greenery" here is a replica of various textures, and in addition to adding ornamental characteristics, it does not play the maximum role of plants - purifying the air. Fortunately, there are ventilation ducts that continuously inject fresh air into the cave, so that people will not feel muddy and suffocated. For the past few days, Lynn has been walking around the recreational square several times a day, and the nameplate next to it is engraved with its official name: "Vienna Round".

In this largely isolated "sanctuary", every cave, every building, and every passage has its official name, such as the "Hive" where Lynn's dormitory is located, the unique dormitory building is the "Imperial Guard A01 Barracks", and the name of the "Imperial Temple" on its side is reproachfully named "Imperial Headquarters". They were all known to Lynn from her companions, and almost all of them were curious about the big and small things here, so that every day there was something new to discover, which was a very dynamic aspect of quiet life.

Passing through the "Vienna Round" is the entrance to the cave where the "Imperial Headquarters" and the "Imperial Guard Barracks A01" are located, where soldiers in new uniforms are guarded, and the soldiers and medical personnel who come and go are only required to show their documents, and do not undergo strict checks. Lynn also noticed that the soldiers on duty here usually did not carry long guns, but rather wore pistol holsters and carried light weapons such as Luger or Walter pistols.

"Sir, are you returning from injury?"

The soldier who checked Lynn's papers was tall and lanky, looked about the same age as Titchmel, had a youthful face, and spoke very kindly.

Lynn was not in the mood to chat, and replied casually: "Not yet, just go to the barracks and get some personal belongings!" ”

After handing over the papers, the soldier politely said, "Please go slowly!" ”

Such ordinary and simple conversations no longer have the tension that envelops everyone during the war, but Lynn always felt unnatural. Because of this leg injury that has not yet healed, the physical strength and time it takes him to walk a kilometer are several times that of ordinary people, but time is like an extremely cheap buffet, no matter how leisurely it is, no one urges. Walking to the dormitory on the fourth floor of the barracks, the room was empty, and the three officers who lived with him were obviously out of the house. The bed was still well kept, and the personal belongings stored here were intact, and Lynn rummaged through them, taking with them the Iron Cross she had received during her earlier visit to the Führer. He did not wear it on his chest after changing his new clothes, and now he has two German Crosses, which are certainly more and more merrier, but they are quite cumbersome to put on his chest together - have you ever seen a German [***] man with a medal on his left chest in a historical picture?

Slowly swallowed down the stairs, and saw the female administrators laughing and chatting together, smiling like flowers, even the short-haired girl who snubbed herself last time also smiled forward and backwards. It seemed that she really did not know that her beloved homeland had been defeated by the enemy, and that this hidden "refuge" in the extreme cold was just a temporary hiding place for the "remnants of the empire" as the name suggests.

Walking aimlessly, he unconsciously came to the side entrance of the "Imperial Temple", where two exceptionally burly soldiers guarded the passage. Their steel helmets are still M42 style, but the color is painted a light gray-white, the combat uniform is also gray-white blocky color, and even the MP44 assault rifle in their hands is painted with this camouflage, and the whole set of clothes is not particularly disguised when walking in the cave, which is obviously prepared for snow activities.

One of the soldiers stepped forward and said in a calm tone, "Sir, please show your ID...... A written signature is required to enter the base camp, and if you come with a verbal order, we will release you after verification! ”

Lynn paused for a moment, if he reported Bach's name, he didn't know what to say after seeing someone, he thought about it, and changed his words temporarily: "Excuse me, Eva. Does Miss Wutterridge also work here? ”

"Yes!" The soldier replied.

Lynn looked at his collar badge, which was still the symbol of the Führer's Guard Flag. While handing over his documents, he said, "Can you inform me on your behalf, say Lynn. Second Lieutenant Gargo had something to do with her. ”

The soldier here was also unexpectedly good-tempered, he replied "yes", and after verifying Lynn's ID, he turned around and walked into the side door, where another soldier looked at him from time to time with an assault rifle, neither opening his own mouth, nor showing obvious vigilance or hostility.

After about two minutes, the soldier in front of him came out and returned the ID to Lynn, saying, "Miss Votridge, please go to her office, go upstairs from here, turn right on the fourth floor, and the number is 'Secretary of Propaganda.'" According to the regulations, it is not allowed to bring any weapons into the Imperial Base Camp! ”

With such detail, Lynn didn't have to worry about getting lost at all, he raised his arms and obediently cooperated with the other party to check. Before leaving, he asked tentatively, "Maybe we've met before?" I happened to be evacuated with the Minister of Propaganda, and so did you? ”

The soldier just looked at Lynn with a gentle expression, neither answering, nor smiling or nodding his head.

I entered the Imperial base camp and suddenly felt warm like spring, the heating was powerful enough, and the structure and decoration of the building were all going to the most gorgeous and magnificent level, but many details did not seem to be finally completed, such as the handrails of the staircase, the wall lamps in the corners, and the corridor could not see the busy scene of the Imperial Chancellery-even if it was calculated at the rate of one or two hundred people a day, the current number of combatants in this base is at most a thousand or a thousand, Dozens of high-ranking officers don't hang out in this base camp every day!

Going up to the fourth floor, the same floor as his dorm, Lynn rested at the top of the stairs to avoid being out of breath when she entered the office. Turning to the right, a young lady in a skirt approached, she had fashionable curly hair, she looked very standard, she was more than 1.7 meters tall, although she was wearing short leather shoes, her thin legs still looked particularly slender. Even if she has no intention of picking up a girl, seeing this kind of beautiful figure and comparable to a model, there is still a feeling of heartbeat, not to mention that she also looked at herself with a smile, and when she walked by, the elegant fragrance also wafted into her nose. If there's one thing that's missing, it's that walking on this carpet is missing the rhythmic "popping" sound of heels.

The girls in the dormitory and hospital are already fresh and lovely, but I didn't expect that the level of walking in this imperial base camp has reached such a level, and an evil thought suddenly flashed in Lynn's mind: if everyone has no intention of fighting again, but is willing to fall to this place, relying on the huge wealth accumulated in the heyday of the empire, wouldn't this be a land of barren silver and meat forests?

I walked to the door of the second room and carefully checked the door number, and sure enough, it read "Propaganda Secretary", and there were no part-time titles such as "Editor-in-Chief of Deutsche Zeitung" and "Senior War Correspondent". I knocked on the door, and guessed from the sound that the door should be quite heavy, so I was afraid that I wouldn't hear the response from the room, so I hurriedly pricked up my ears to listen.

"Please come in!"

The female voice was very neat, and it was not lacking in strength, and Lynn's eyes suddenly appeared in front of her eyes the heroic outfit she had when she first met Eva. Then I pushed the door in, and saw that the owner of the room had already gotten up and left the desk, it had only been half a month since the last separation, and the short hair was still the same, but the clothes were changed to a skirt similar to that of the lady just now, but it was not a dull gray-green, but a light gray similar to the new uniform, and a faint layer of sky-blue light could be seen under the incandescent light, and the woolen material was quite good. The skirt was knee-high, and underneath it was a pair of snow-white bare legs - it was as full and strong as expected, and the calves were small and muscular, either because they had been wearing high heels for too long, or they had exercised too much like running. It's healthy, but it's lost the beauty that Lynn loves.

(To be continued)