After more than an hour of trekking in the shaking and bumps, the sky was already slightly white. Lynn rubbed her face vigorously and forced herself to be very energetic. He rolled up his sleeve and looked at his watch, and at 5:10, he was still sleeping comfortably in bed, but he would rather choose the life he has now, real, self-contained and full of adventurous passion.

The hustle and bustle of the Los Amos atomic bomb test site had long been left behind, and based on the speed of driving, Lynn estimated that the convoy should have traveled forty or fifty kilometers after encountering this group of American recruits, almost halfway between Los Amos and Hermes-Springs, and his original plan was that it would be better for the assault team to reach the abandoned mine at dawn, which was used for temporary shelter. That is, the progress is completely behind schedule.

The sun has not yet risen, and the US air force has not yet appeared in the sky, but it is only a matter of time. There are no broad-leaved woods in sight that can hide an entire convoy as in Eastern Europe or Germany itself, and there are Gobi rocks everywhere, with the occasional lone cactus, and the sight is barren. Despite this, Lynn was neither discouraged nor frustrated, the plan was originally drawn up in a hurry, many aspects could not be accurately calculated, coupled with the limited control of the surrounding environment, it was a special favor of God to be able to get to this point. In addition, the road conditions ahead were indeed unsatisfactory, but here the smoothness of the sandy road surface has been greatly improved, and the speed of the car has increased significantly, which is a cause for optimism.

Passing through the bend, the sandy road descends a gentle slope to a hollow and then passes through a succession of large red rocks. It's a common sight in American westerns, and there may have been an ambush and raid by Indians or robbers many years ago. Although there is no combat value now, Lynn still has a keen sense of observation and finds that the recesses between these rocks are just enough to accommodate cars, and even if they can't find anything to camouflage, if U.S. planes appear in this area, as long as they don't fly close or directly above, the chances of spotting these cars are not great.

Thinking of this, Lynn stood up with both hands on the windshield frame. Looking into the distance, there were no villages, buildings or farmlands in sight, and the rolling hills were just lonely and bare, so he resolutely no longer hesitated, and ordered the driver ruthlessly: "Slow down, pull over in the rocky area ahead!" ”

For such a convoy traveling in a compact column, it was very important to slow down and then stop, the jeep in front of them realized the slowdown of the rear team, and the trucks behind also slowed down in an orderly manner, and in this way, the convoy came to a smooth stop after entering the rocky terrain.

After getting out of the car, Lynn was not in a hurry to move, but took off the ship's military cap to flick away the sand, put it on straight, and then pulled the collar and placket of his coat, and waited for the jeep where the American lieutenant colonel was to return to the nearest place.

The U.S. military driver was apparently very considerate of his superior, and turned the direction just right, so that the lieutenant colonel in the passenger seat could have a face-to-face conversation with Lynn without having to get out of the car.

"What's the parking?" The wide, fat middle-aged man in sunglasses asked lukewarmly.

"Out of gas!" Lynn also looked unhurried, "I don't know if there was not much gas on the car when we came out, or if the fuel tank was leaked when we left the base, we ran out of gas, and the rest of the vehicles may not be in good condition." ”

With that, Lynn turned to the two commandos in the back seat and ordered, "Go check the trucks, see the fuel in each truck, and report the scientists' condition to me!" ”

The commandos in US military uniforms did not answer indiscriminately, and got out of the car and ran directly to the truck behind. As the sky grew brighter and brighter, the American lieutenant colonel apparently noticed a large number of bullet holes in the two trucks behind him, and he finally showed some surprise: "These trucks were strafed by the attackers on the way?" ”

This was a question that Lynn had anticipated for a long time, and he calmly took out his cigarette and lit it for himself: "In that case, will the scientists in the carriage still be alive?" ”

The words were clear, and the lieutenant colonel didn't ask any more, he pushed the door and got out of the car, stretched his body and limbs a little, looked around again, and said, "We didn't carry extra fuel in the car, or ...... Let your men squeeze with our soldiers? ”

"No way!" Lynn flatly rejected the suggestion, "One of the base's guidelines is to make sure that scientists and technical staff don't come into contact with outsiders at will, and we'd rather not leave here than break the guidelines." I think...... You might be able to borrow some fuel from the tank? ”

"If your fuel tank is leaking, it's useless to fill all the trucks with oil on you."

After that, the lieutenant colonel looked up at the sky, the midsummer is not over, once the sun comes out, the surface temperature will soon rise, and at noon it will be even more unbearable.

Through the other party's words, Lynn found an excuse to personally go to the trucks to patrol, and he nodded: "Otherwise, sir!" You organize your soldiers to pump some fuel out of the truck's tanks, and I organize my soldiers to check the tanks until Hermes-Springs finds some fuel to replenish. In this way, I can also write one more article in the report to my superiors afterwards: During the retreat of the protection scientists, you organized your subordinates to find ways to overcome the difficulties of fuel shortage. ”

The lieutenant colonel thought about it, and did not say whether it was good or bad, but directly issued instructions to his subordinates to check the oil situation of each car and to use more and less evenly.

Lynn was about to walk to the truck behind, but he temporarily stopped and turned around and asked, "Sir, there is one more thing...... Does your unit have a radio station? ”

The U.S. lieutenant colonel apparently didn't anticipate the real meaning behind the question, and he replied: "Only non-encrypted radio walkie-talkies, also want to borrow one?" ”

Lynn smiled and shook his head, he knew that the effective communication distance of the US military walkie-talkie in World War II was about 10 miles, and the actual effect was greatly affected by the terrain, and the radio station was different.

By the time they approached their first truck, commandos in American uniforms had already returned to report that the two trucks captured in the ambush had indeed run out of fuel, and that the one that had been captured by shooting the soldiers of the escort force had been able to hold out for more than 100 kilometers.

"You will work with the drivers of each car to check whether there is any oil leakage in the fuel tank of each car, and check carefully!" Lynn said to them deliberately out loud. After this, he walked to the rear of the first truck, turned around and lifted the corner of the tarpaulin, and whispered, "Major? ”

Major Blaze did not change his uniform, and he personally did not seem to be very willing to fight in a U.S. military uniform.

"Tie up the hands and feet of those guys and gag them?" Lynn asked.

"Of course!" The major replied, "I'll let them stay honest." ”

"Let's get ready, we'll get rid of the tail here, be fast, and can't let any of them go!" Although Lynn meant that the subordinates suggested to the superiors, the tone and actual effect had become that they directly issued combat orders.

Fortunately, Major Blaze was not the kind of officer who could not see his subordinates overshadow him, and he should have been specially advised by General Bach before he came, and he responded very cooperatively.

Lynn then walked to the two trucks behind her, pretending to check on the vehicles and the scientists, but in fact conveyed the battle orders to the commandos. With that done, he stood at the back of the third truck and turned to look at the U.S. trucks behind him, which had not been fought and apparently had fuel left. The soldiers were pulling fuel out of the tanks on the instructions of the lieutenant colonel, but hoses and portable oil drums were not carried in every vehicle, so those with tools were drawn first and then rotated for other trucks.

Bumpy all the way, without clear instructions, most of the American soldiers remained in the carriages honestly, their faces all looking the same green, and looked at the two trucks that were almost beaten into a sieve with innocent and curious eyes.

Lynn thought to herself that if they were really new recruits, they would not be able to go to war on the front lines in Europe or the Pacific, and no matter where they were, the additional war subsidies would not make up for the threat, injury, and even death of the brutal battle. According to the U.S. military's military service system during this period, these young men should have spent a few years in peace, and most of them would have been honorably discharged before the outbreak of the Korean War, thus avoiding another bloody war. But now, they have met themselves and become involved in a post-war war that did not exist in the first place, and what a helpless thing it is.

He lit a second cigarette and walked silently to a small mound beside the road. Standing here, Lynn could see the end of the convoy, his 3 jeeps had a total of 2 on-board machine guns and 11 commandos, and it should be easy to take out the other 4 jeeps at the front of the convoy and the unsuspecting US officers and soldiers in the car; There are more than 30 commandos and two MG-42s on three trucks (the seven commandos behind the medical station are equipped with two machine guns), and they need to deal with more than 200 American recruits who lack combat experience and even basic combat skills are transported by eight trucks.

As the cigarette was about to run out, Lynn saw that some American soldiers had already filled a barrel of fuel from the truck's tank and were carrying it to the front. Although I didn't go forward to check the capacity indicated on the outside of this oil drum, it looked about the same size as the portable oil drums of the German army, and it was estimated that each barrel was about 20L. For eight- and ten-wheeled GM and Dodge trucks, as long as two barrels, it should not be a problem to run hundreds of kilometers under light loads.

Turning his head to look at the front of the convoy again, the US officers and soldiers in the jeep sat on the car or stood next to the car to rest, they chatted and smoked, although they glanced behind from time to time, but they did not show force to be prepared, the lieutenant colonel took a metal military water bottle, sat in the passenger seat of the jeep and raised his head to drink, how quiet and natural this scene was, who could smell the coming bloody rain?

Seeing that the commandos in the jeep in front of him turned to look at him, Lynn used the tactical sign language of the "vampire" commando team to ask them to drive the car to the end of the convoy and prepare for battle, and then made a "ready to fight" gesture to the commandos who were pretending to be overhauled next to the truck, only to see them each get up and knock on the car to remind their companions inside.

According to Lynn's instructions, the American-made jeep carrying two commandos and equipped with on-board machine guns quickly drove towards the rear of the convoy, and when it reached the rear of the team, Lynn looked back and saw that there was still no trace of the US military plane in the sky, sighed lightly, flicked the cigarette butt, and reached out to touch the holster. At this time, a young sergeant next to the American lieutenant colonel seemed to notice something unusual, and he looked frightened and was about to remind his commander, but it was too late.

(To be continued)