Brothers, don't steam steamed buns to fight for breath, and have some strong fire support!!

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As the sun set, sitting in a sonorous half-track armored car, Lynn silently closed her eyes and recuperated. When I was selected to participate in the night attack earlier, the "Night Warriors" I saw were in this way in the car, and the doubts at the beginning were naturally answered, so will the confusion in my heart be answered one after another?

Lynn was looking forward to it.

After driving for more than an hour, night had already fallen when we arrived at our destination. The Soviet Air Force on the Eastern Front, although also deployed at night, posed a much less threat to German officers and soldiers. Lynn followed his companions out in a row, slightly packing and lining up beside the car. Because he had read the action plan, he knew that his assault team was only part of the battle tonight, and that the third assault detachment would use hundreds of "dark night" fighters and more than 40 sets of infrared night vision equipment, and the armored company would also use more than 10 tanks and armored vehicles to jointly cooperate with the counterattack of the 11th Panzer Army in the salient position of the battle line -- the battle had already started in the daytime, and it was said that the front-line troops had successfully broken through the Soviet line. The main force engaged in the counterattack should temporarily slow down and resupply and recuperate. According to the plan, some of the elite units of the army group will carry out interspersed operations with the help of "vampire" commandos equipped with infrared night vision equipment, cut off the supply of fuel and ammunition in the rear of the Soviet troops, and attack their headquarters and artillery positions.

Suddenly, an SS infantry unit of more than forty men, led by officers, came to rendezvous—a scene that was familiar to Lynn!

"The 11th Waffen-SS 'Nordic' Volunteer Panzergrenadier Division, the 11th Sniper Regiment Paul . Second Lieutenant Scherim was ordered to report for duty! ”

Although the bearded officer glanced at the past with a face full of vicissitudes, it was not difficult to see that his real age was far from thirty, and the long list of nouns he reported to his home made Lynn react after a moment of understanding: They are from the Nordic Division?

Thinking of the number of the 24th "Danish" Panzergrenadier Regiment written on his original soldier's card, his excitement quickly calmed down. However, with little hope, Lynn asked Eric after he had completed his handover to the second lieutenant, "Do you know about the 24th Battalion of the 2nd Battalion and the 2nd Company?" Ever heard of a sergeant named Finn? ”

"24 regiments? Oh, I heard that two of their companies were separated from the bulk during the retreat, and later fought a few battles outside Königsberg with heavy casualties! I don't know more about the specifics! The second lieutenant turned sideways, raised his right hand and pointed into the distance: "The 24th Regiment was put into the attack as the first batch of troops to participate in the battle in the morning, and the wounded who were withdrawn from the front one after another were placed in the field hospital over there, you may be able to go over and ask about the situation!" ”

Hearing him say this, Lynn's mood also went through a process of ups and downs, but at this moment he did not ask Eric to leave the team for a moment, but silently waited for the instructions to move forward.

Eric walked up to the improvised SS soldiers, introduced himself in short words, and gave them a rough idea of the purpose and significance of the operation. To Lynn, it all felt like a repetition of yesterday's scene, and it wasn't long before she would say the same thing in a similar way on a similar occasion. Thinking of this, my heart is full of mixed feelings!

Soon, Eric shouted calmly and forcefully: "Go!" Led by an elite night assault squad, followed by more than forty ordinary SS soldiers, the double-row queue set off quietly along the established track like a small train.

The clear weather that had come from the past few days restored the ground that had been muddy due to the melting of the snow to its original hardness, and such conditions were also conducive to the large-scale operation of the armored forces. The team marched along the track-marked road, quickly passing through the line of defense, which was the starting point for the attack, and then crossed the river along a rudimentary pontoon bridge. The forward positions originally controlled by the Soviets had now become a supply and wounded area for the rear of the German front, and many marching tents were set up at the edge of the woods, some with dim oil lamps and some with red cross signs.

This should be the place that the previous second lieutenant was referring to, but it is impossible for the team to stop and rest after a few kilometers of travel.

Lynn was overwhelmed.

At this time, Eric, who was at the forefront of the line, came to the side of the road and asked a sentry standing guard about something, only to see that he quickly turned around and walked to Lynn's side, and said in a low voice: "The wounded of the 24th Regiment are temporarily placed here, you go and see if there is any news of the person you are looking for, we will walk a few kilometers along this road, and you can catch up with yourself in a while!" ”

Lynn was pardoned, quickly thanked him, and quickly left the team.

Looking at his back, Eric sighed lightly, and there was a confusion in his eyes, as if he saw faces that were once familiar but never had the chance to see each other.

Soon arrived at the field hospital, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and alcohol, Lynn asked two medical staff one after another, but was told that there were many wounded, and they had no time to register. Lynn had no choice but to "break" into the camp and search the humble beds with anxiety. There were indeed a lot of wounded soldiers, and the fighting during the day was very fierce. Some had their eyes covered, some had their entire heads covered in white gauze, and some were lying on their backs facing up, and in the dim environment, Lynn couldn't see every face, so she had to ask the wounded soldier next to her as she walked, "Have you seen Sergeant Finn?" Any news from Sergeant Finn? ”

I didn't know that there were several people named Finn in the same army, and Lynn was very depressed when he passed through several adjacent camps and saw that his hope was about to be lost.

"Hey, I'm Finn!" When the hoarse and rough voice came, Lynn's silent heart jumped suddenly, and he quickly turned around.

Although the face could not be seen clearly in the dim outdoor environment, the familiar figure and voice still allowed Lynn to confirm the identity of the other party at the first time.

"The ...... of Killing Pigs"

The "butcher" wore a beanie, and there were no new wounds on his head, but the harsh white gauze wrapped around his neck, right shoulder, and right arm like a poisonous snake, and the bandaging of the severed finger of his left hand made Lynn feel sad.

"Is that you? Lynn! How could the "butcher" not remember his sometimes funny, sometimes clever guy?

"I heard that you were transferred to other units, I was still very worried, but now it seems that ......" "The butcher" looked Lynn up and down very seriously, "Very good, very good!" Sergeant Candidate is good! ”

Lynn almost wanted to stretch out his hand, but he didn't know where to fall, he held back the tears and didn't let the tears leave his eyes, stood up with his head held high, gritted his teeth and said, "Sir! Your eternal subordinate Lynn. Greetings to Gargo! ”

With a wound in the neck, the "butcher" could not shake his head or nod his head, but repeated the word with a smile on his face: "Good, good!" ”

With a rugged appearance and scabbed scars on his face, this smile may seem ugly and hideous to outsiders, but it is extremely kind in Lynn's eyes.

At this moment, Lynn felt that her tears were about to pour out at any time, but she could only hold back. Although I had a lot of feelings in my heart that I wanted to tell the "butcher" and a lot of questions I wanted to ask my old boss, I could only continue to bury them in my heart, pretending to be strong and saying: "Sir, I'm going to go to the battle, and I have a chance to see you again, please take care!" ”

The "butcher" stretched out his still movable left hand and patted Lynn's right arm: "You too, take care!" Hope to see you again soon! ”

Lynn nodded solemnly, and the moment he turned around, a line of hot tears still passed through his cold face after all, that faint warmth, washed away the anger of bloody killing, and dispelled the haze of no hope, and the confused heart seemed to have found a way forward again at this moment.