I thought that the area above my head was bombarded by Soviet heavy artillery, but I didn't think that the dull hammer was just a lonely time, and it was not repeated again for a long time.

Tempering the churning sensation in her stomach, Lynn slung her assault rifle with an infrared searchlight and night vision goggles on her back and climbed up the shaft.

The manhole cover is not the only way for the sewer to reach the surface, and the shaft ends up in a very simple small room, or sewer dredging station. More than half of it was below the ground, with small windows on all sides slightly above the ground, and a faint light from time to time outside the window illuminated some miscellaneous objects in the corners of the room.

Lynn cautiously climbed out of the shaft, squinted her eyes, and walked sideways up the steps to the side of the room, up four blocks, and gently opened the hidden door.

With the sound effects set against the backdrop of rumbling cannons and sometimes scattered, sometimes coherent gunfire, the world here is full of murderous meanings.

With his left arm against the wall, he looked sideways through the crack in the door, and not far in front of him was a road, and by the light from the explosion of the shells, he saw that the road was littered with large and small pieces of debris—stones, cement, and wood, the components of an ordinary building, all placed here in a relatively primitive state.

Da Da Da ...... It was supposed to be the sound of a submachine gun firing normally, it sounded like it was coming from the street around the corner, but Lynn didn't see the dark red dots of light flying in his sight.

Hearing the sound of Suo Suo behind him, judging that several soldiers had followed, Lynn opened the door enough to pass through, and although there was a faint smell of gunpowder smoke wafting in the air, it was generally much fresher than in the sewers.

He poked his head out cautiously to the left and right, and there was not even a single figure in the street outside, when he heard the sound of an assault rifle firing "pop, pop" nearby. According to the German soldier just now, to the right of this sewer dredging station is the building where the 9th Paratrooper Destroyer Division and the 8th Defense District Command are located, and you can reach it without going out to the street, just through a porch - otherwise, Lynn will not easily get out of the sewer.

Glancing in the direction of the gunshot, he saw a large stream of thin white smoke drifting in front of the building. Before he had time to figure it out, he moved the belt of the rifle to turn the assault rifle back to the front, unscrewed the switch of the infrared searchlight with his right hand, and then quickly glanced at the direction of the street with the scope, and found no abnormality, holding the MP44 with both hands so that the left side of the butt was close to the right rib, keeping a posture of bending over and looking straight ahead, shouting "follow me", and quickly walked out of the sewer maintenance station, directly through the porch and into a rather large building. Looking at the huge arched floor-to-ceiling windows on its thick exterior walls, I don't know whether it was a luxury hotel or a large shopping mall in the past, but unfortunately after the large-scale bombardment of the Allies, not only did none of the window glass survive, but even the interior furnishings were all burned by the fire, and only black residues were left in front of you, and even the circular arches between the halls and halls were like black charcoal.

Walking towards the sound of gunfire, I suddenly heard a loud sound outside, like a Chinese New Year salute fireworks, about twice a second, the interval between each other was not very precise, and the light in the line of sight also appeared to shine frequently with these not harsh sounds. Lynn turned her head without slowing down, looking through the broken windows into the street, the flickering light coming from a distance, but the light source was not directly visible because of the block of the corner house. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the scene of his childhood. At that time, the conditions at home were not good, and I could only buy some firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, so every Chinese New Year's Eve and Lantern Festival, Lynn could only lie on the balcony to watch others set off fireworks, and some of the ones that were not high or set off in the distance would be blocked by the house in front, so I could only see the flashing colored lights, and imagine the beauty of the fireworks by sound...... Retracting his slightly distracted thoughts, Lynn turned his gaze back to the front, and in a matter of seconds, he was already briskly walking through the hall. Turning his head to look back, the soldiers were like the extremely sensitive tails of black cats, which others could not easily step on.

Boom!

The deafening roar was accompanied by a blazing flash of light coming from the front, and Lynn subconsciously squatted to dodge, the ground should be marble, and it still had a certain smoothness when the entire building was basically destroyed, so that Lynn still had a small sliding distance under the sudden stop, and it happened to lean sideways against the broken stone staircase. He raised his gun and looked at it, and thick smoke poured out of a curved porch in front of him. Judging from the internal structure of this building, there should be a slightly smaller side hall on the side of the porch.

Without Lynn's thoughts, there was a gunfire like fried beans on the porch, which sounded very familiar - almost mp40 and "** sand" at the same time. Immediately afterwards, he heard a jumble of shouts, but not German!

Worst!

Lynn's eyes widened unconsciously in the darkness, attacking against the enemy, standing by or retreating, he had to choose one of the three paths in the shortest possible time, and it was not only him alone, but also the 19 soldiers behind him and the personnel of the German command in this building, all of whom would have a completely different fate because of his choice.

In less than two seconds, a few simple syllables came out of Lynn's throat: "Prepare for battle!" ”

There was a sudden sound of gunbolts behind him, which sounded very exciting.

Heaven blessed—Lynn thought to herself.

In less than ten seconds of time, the sound in his ears changed again with great complexity, and Lynn heard someone shouting "enemy" in German, followed by the soft sound of pistol fire, which sounded like it was coming from above.

Recklessness didn't belong to Lynn's surname, and in the flash of light, he calmly analyzed the situation here, and with great speed, he turned his head and glanced at the stairs beside him, although it was broken, but it could barely reach the upper floor. When there was a relatively monotonous submachine gun sound from the side hall, Lynn finally roared in a low voice: "Jonas's team is attacking forward, and the rest of the people are coming with me!" ”

The road from the Army Library to the Friedrichstrasse station was relatively monotonous, and Lynn divided his task force into groups, with the most experienced Jonas and Frings commanding a number of "skirmishers", Brück commanding the soldiers of Eric's assault team, and Wolfrum, Brewer, Tanze, Tschmel, and Zimmermann under his direct command.

This may seem random, but it is by no means a decision made by patting the head.

An order is like an arrow off the string, irreversible. Lynn jumped up suddenly, grabbed the railing at the bottom of the stairs with his right hand, and took advantage of the momentum to turn up the stairs, stepping on the broken and shaking stairs and running up. In close combat, the MP44 and the Mauser 1932 submachine pistol have their own advantages, and the reason why Lynn chose the former is that on the one hand, he has a high degree of confidence in his marksmanship and has mastered the skill of quick replacement of double magazines; On the other hand, this assault rifle is equipped with infrared night vision equipment that can accurately identify the location of the target in the chaos of night combat.

Halfway up the stairs, the sound of assault rifles and submachine guns could be heard below, as if several strings of firecrackers were being set off at the same time. Lynn knew that the casualties of attacking from the front might be greater, and she had made up her mind, so she stopped wandering and gritted her teeth and rushed up. The second floor finally came into view, and he turned his head to the left without slowing down his pace. The lights were not turned on, but there were dots of red and green light in the dark, presumably the radio transmitters and other equipment normally configured by the headquarters.

The battle downstairs was like a pot of boiling water, churning so fiercely that not only did there be no gap in the gunfire, but there was also a succession of explosions, which were extremely loud through the echo transmission of the four walls of the hall, and even the soles of the feet felt the tremor of the floor through the military boots. It was in this complex sound environment that Lynn heard the Soviet soldiers shouting "Raise your hands and surrender" as they stormed into the German positions, the only Russian sentence he could understand so far.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Someone shouted in German.

Hearing this voice, other German soldiers would probably feel hopeless, but Lynn showed the ability to think backwards for a moment - he rushed upstairs and faced the hall, picked up the assault rifle that had turned on the infrared searchlight on the stairs, stepped forward with his left foot and his right foot behind him, tilted his head sideways, and stared at the infrared sight with one eye, and nearly twenty brightly colored figures were clearly visible. At this time, those who hold their hands high or flat are their own people, and as for those who hold weapons with both hands, they are unceremoniously killed one by one!

(To be continued)