Rushing to the back door of the medical station in a half-robbed American jeep, Lynn threw the door and got out of the car, and rushed into the medical station in a hurry. The weakness of the U.S. military's severe lack of combat experience has been very obvious, but they are not lacking in intelligence, and the sound of firefighting coming from the Los Amos atomic bomb test site is the fragrant rice ball that attracts ants to swarm. As long as the other side does not use tanks and heavy artillery, it will not be a problem for them to deal with several times the expected US officers and men in a defensive state -- the biggest problem lies in the current situation. Not to mention hundreds or thousands of US officers and soldiers, even if tens of thousands of them are killed here, they will not be able to achieve any strategic goals, and the elite night combat commandos are one less than one, and their ammunition is by no means unlimited, and once the cover of chaos and night is lost, the relative advantage of this elite force will be greatly weakened.

"Major Blaze! Major Bradze? ”

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed through the hallway, giving Lynn confidence that the building was still in his hands, but he couldn't yell unbridled or break into a room that might be facing the window. After walking a few meters in the direction of the stairs, I still didn't hear Major Blaze respond, but at this time, a guy wearing an American steel helmet, wearing a U.S. military uniform, and carrying a pistol appeared from the shadows.

Lynn was taken aback, and hurriedly squatted down at the same time with the gun facing each other, and almost pulled the trigger, only to hear the man declare his identity in pure German: "I'm Second Lieutenant Luke!" ”

Lowering the muzzle of the gun, Lynn stood up and watched as the man approached with a "Colt" pistol.

"Sir, the Major has just retreated to the Western Wall with most of the major, and I have been ordered to lead the 3rd Squad behind the hall here. Let's go! ”

"Oh! How many of you are left? What are you going to do? ”

Lynn asked with concern, in fact, you can guess from the officer's dress that they will pretend to be a U.S. soldier after the mission is over, hoping that the golden cicada will come out of its shell. However, even if the appearance can reach the level of being fake and true, and the language can be imitated in place, once it encounters a serious investigation by the US military, or accidentally exposes a small detail, this small group of commandos may not escape the end of the whole army, and the capture of any member of the team may lead to the leakage of the secrets of the "Vault" -- this is the most fatal thing.

"There were seven of us, all able to speak English, two machine guns and an American tank, and the major ordered us to stay here for at least half an hour, and then disperse into two groups to withdraw from the base from different directions, the joint site was at the abandoned mine, and we would definitely be able to return there...... Sir, go quickly! The officer's words were spoken quickly, and there was no fear of fighting alone from the large army between his eyebrows, but there was some nervousness, and a faint excitement.

In such a situation, Lynn had no choice but to turn around with an assault rifle: "Man, be careful!" May God bless you all! ”

This sentence is exactly what the person on the other side of the battlefield said.

"Don't worry! Sir! Good luck to you guys too! ”

The commando officer in the uniform of the U.S. Army gave Lynn a calm and confident smile, and then hurried back to the room he had just been in. The house is one of the few two-story buildings on the base, with a man-made exterior and a new reinforced concrete structure on the inside, which is resistant to normal bullets and grenades. Hold on for half an hour...... It shouldn't be a problem.

The jeep didn't turn off, and Lynn got into the car and turned straight to the wheel, speeding away in the direction of the Western Wall without looking back. Along the way, there are tattered barbed wire, crumbling gates, and corpses, and there are two worlds from what you see in the evening. The UFO had been gone for a while, and the air raid sirens were over, replaced by a quick and muffled intrusion siren, somewhat similar to an ambulance. Despite the loss of aerial targets, the searchlights on the perimeter of the base were not extinguished, and large, blinding pillars of light were moving back and forth above the base, illuminating the tawny roofs of the buildings and the guard towers that had been cleared by the commando shooters.

Fortunately, with such light, when they arrived at the Western Wall in an American-made jeep, Lynn and the others were spared the trouble of worrying about their own shooters hitting by mistake.

The Western Wall is a wall about 3 kilometres long, about two metres high, with a barbed wire grid on it, but there is no guard tower at intervals – this is probably the biggest difference between it and the prison. The west side of the base faces the long Gobi Valley, and it is impossible to drive a car a few kilometers to the north or west, so the designers of the base did not set up entrances and exits and sentry posts on this side at all. Outside the wall is the vast Gobi, except for the sentries patrolling in jeeps, there is almost no movement of people and vehicles, and the only road that is barely a road will become very bad once it encounters sand and dust weather or even rain. But because of this situation, the base guards are the weakest on this side.

From the moment she decided to attack the base, Lynn had already thought about this path, and now everything is ready, and the only variable is the US air defense forces that have recently been deployed on all sides of the base. They set up temporary posts around the camps, and although they did not have specific mandates, they sometimes checked the passing vehicles.

By the time Lynn arrived at the inner side of the Western Wall, three trucks and three jeeps had already assembled against several buildings at the westernmost end of the base, and the commandos were on guard around this small convoy.

At the front of the convoy, he easily found Major Blaze, the special operations commander's gaze wandering between his watch and the searchlight pillar, looking a little anxious, but when Lynn appeared, his expression and tone regained his composure.

This unplanned assault captured an unplanned elite and seized a large amount of classified information and data, and the results were quite impressive, but if they could not be safely transported to the first hidden meeting point, all the previous efforts would be in vain.

"Lieutenant, how do we go now?" It's a tone of trust that doesn't matter in question.

"Pick a spot in this section and blow up the wall!" Lynn stretched out his hand and gestured, and then said, "Next, in the jeep and in the cab of the truck, all follow me to the US military barracks in front, we must change into US military uniforms!" ”

For the European soldiers, who are particularly honorable, it is not a glorious thing to put on the enemy's uniform, whether they want it or not, but fortunately, Major Blaze is not the kind of old-fashioned person, and the commandos who remained at the medical post have already done so, so he immediately decides: "All the fluent English speakers!" ”

This voice greeted, and in a blink of an eye, more than a dozen commandos came around, presumably coming to the United States for this trip, and the selection of team members who were at least English basic.

Time was already very short, and Lynn didn't talk nonsense, and immediately took these commandos to the American barracks near the Western Wall, where the American officers and soldiers who were responsible for the internal security of the two AB districts usually lived, and Captain "Winster", who had just died at the gunpoint of Lynn, also lived in the dormitory here. Although he had never set foot here, these barracks were far away from the dormitory where Lynn lived, and since the atomic bomb was tested, Lynn had been quietly observing the lives of these beautiful people through cracks in the walls and understanding their schedules. The experts and technicians at the test base were moved away, and the guards were only responsible for transporting them to Albuquerki for trains, where they would be replaced by other troops, and at the new base, the guards would be drawn from other units—all Lynn had heard from Winster.

Lynn knew that there were no weapons and ammunition in the ordinary barracks, so he led the commandos to the point, smashed open the door of the room one by one, searched the shirts, ties and changing uniforms of the American officers and soldiers from the closet, and put them on the spot one by one. Compared to these companions, Lynn omits a process, which is to undress. He told the commandos to find themselves an officer's clothes, and soon a commando waved at him at the end of the hallway.

As soon as he entered the door, Lynn didn't feel anything unusual, but the dazzling light of the searchlight swept by, and he saw a picture frame standing on his desk, and the face in the black and white photo was so familiar and vivid that he was stunned for a moment.

Never known, never known by last name, just called "Captain", from the first glance, Lynn remembered this beautiful officer who looked somewhat similar to the commander of the Brothers of Brothers, "Winster". After more than a month of contact, the time spent together together was less than three days, and every conversation was full of thoughts and mutual temptations, but the young people's vision of ideals, their thirst for love, and their unrestrained mind still gave them a very delicate friendship - at least in Lynn's heart, this friendship once existed.

Lynn's size was almost the same, and Lynn smoothly put on the "Winster" military uniform, combed her hair in the mirror, and put on the American military ship-shaped hat, which was completely different from the feeling of wearing a German military uniform at the "Shelter" base. He once felt that the American people during World War II were always careless and careless, and they were nothing compared to Germany's rigor and tenacity, but at this moment, he realized how sunny the freedom pursued by the Americans was. Look down on everything and go with the flow, and life may be truly comfortable and relaxed.

Gunshots and explosions could still be heard outside the window, which made Lynn put away his extra thoughts in advance, and he meticulously buttoned the buttons and pulled out a brand new pair of leather shoes from the box, which ...... Maybe it was "Winster" who prepared it for the wedding.

Before heading out, Lynn turned to the empty room and said lightly in English, "Sorry, man!" I hope we can be true friends in the next life! ”

(To be continued)