When Lynn came to Lieutenant Spelman's side with an assault rifle, he was fiddling with an M1 carbine left behind by the American sentry, a 7.62mm caliber semi-automatic weapon that was light and reliable, and used "intermediate power rounds", but the effective range was only about 200 meters, and it was obviously not as effective as the MP44 in dealing with a blocking battle with fewer enemies.

Without waiting for his companion to speak, Spelman said solemnly: "Lieutenant, you take everyone first, and we will stay here to break off!" ”

Although Oppenheimer's tricks were difficult to guard, Lynn still had some responsibility for the care, squinting in the direction of the pass, where the American troops were rushing. From an optimistic point of view, enemy vehicles, especially armored vehicles, could not get close at all, and at best provided fire support with heavy machine guns and mortars, which was just a piece of cake for the elite commandos who were accustomed to seeing big scenes on the European battlefield. Against a limited number of cavalry and infantry, the intensity of the battle will not be too great. Therefore, Lynn also said firmly: "The situation here is more complicated, so let me decide the aftermath!" ”

Spelman argued: "You are the key person appointed by General Bach, and there must be no slip-ups." If you're going to stay, we're all here to protect you. ”

The raid on the Los Amos test base had been successfully completed, and the most important experts and materials had some more distance to leave the United States safely, and in this respect, Lynn had completed her mission, but bravery did not need to be shown by force, and thinking of what Spelman had said to him in the Indian village, he had to calm down and weigh his value to the imperial strategy. After hesitating for a moment, he handed over his assault rifle to Spelman, along with the ammunition he had brought with him, and said with his understanding of the American army: "The American army does not rush hard like the Soviets in battle, they will try their best to give full play to their firepower advantage, once the fire is exchanged, try to be as careful as possible and conceal, beware of them from outflanking the road, so that it should not be a problem to hold on until dawn, but ...... You must not wait until dawn to retreat, they will definitely call for aircraft support, remember to act on the opportunity! ”

"Don't worry! Lieutenant Gargo! Spelman grinned toothily in the dark, "It's still easy to deal with these Yankees, but it's you, you have to be more careful on the next journey, in case of accidents, the Indians are not completely reliable, and only our own people can be trusted 100%!" ”

Lynn nodded helplessly and said, "Okay! Hopefully we'll be able to see you again in Mexico soon! ”

"Yes, definitely!"

As he spoke, Spelman hung the ammunition pack that Lynn had left behind and collected from the remains of the American soldiers, and moved towards the mountain road with the M1 carbine and MP44 in each hand. He remained with the three sentry commandos, all of whom were still wearing U.S. uniforms, so that even if the battle was not good, they would still have a chance to get through the U.S. military - but that was only Lynn's idea. A serious German like Spelman, even in a desperate situation, would still be inclined to fight to the death rather than withdraw flexibly.

Before the gunfire started, the battle was near. The atmosphere in the horse team was suddenly tense, and the Indian riders in charge of escorting them were either running back and forth, or helping the commandos and captured specialists to tow the horses, and the whole horse team was moving much faster, but it also suffered from the poor riders. Lynn was still riding the small, docile black mule, and in a short time she was at the back of the team, and it was to no avail that he could be urged to do so. Fortunately, not far from the hill where the American sentries had been guarded, the horses began to go downhill, and the mountain was generally gentle, but there were still some sections of the mountain that were rocky. The Indian riders dismounted, and the commandos on horseback could only do the same, and the speed of the horse team slowed down, and Lynn took the opportunity to rush forward.

It was easy to catch up with the leader of the Indian guides, and he hurriedly asked, "'Spear' warrior, you have already sent someone to report the news I said earlier, right?" ”

"Of course, it goes without saying!" The middle-aged guide had a grim face, clearly annoyed by the danger he and his people had found themselves in.

Lynn saw the other party's mentality, and now he had to apologize and reassure: "I'm so sorry, I have asked the soldiers to look at the prisoners before, but I didn't expect one of them to be so cunning and bold that he actually took advantage of us not being alerted." But you don't have to worry, our soldiers can resist the attack of the American [***] team, and it will not be a problem to hold for two or three hours! ”

The guide did not see the combat effectiveness of the German commandos, so he said in a questioning tone: "It is estimated that there are hundreds of American soldiers on the other side of the pass, and although the armored vehicles can't get up, what about the machine guns?" ”

Lynn replied, "You don't have to worry about that, just yesterday morning we killed more than 50 U.S. soldiers with more than 200 men, and a lot of people here were involved in that battle." In less than ten minutes, all the American soldiers were killed, and we lost only 3 soldiers. ”

The guide snorted coldly, perhaps their ancestors had taught their children and grandchildren with bloody facts: white people are cunning, don't be gullible.

After about 20 minutes of walking downhill, gunshots could be heard in the direction behind me. At first it was the roar of semi-automatic weapons, and soon it was the turn of machine guns to enter the battle. In just a few minutes, the intensity of gunfire exceeded what could have been achieved in a small battle. After a while, the explosion of grenades or mortar shells began again. Despite the distance, the horses and mules in the caravan were somewhat restless, and the Indian riders, young and old, were also apprehensive. Although they are proud of their bravery, they live in an era where they no longer need to fight for survival like their ancestors, most of them have never fought, and very few have killed people like "spears" after all. As for whether their marksmanship can be as good as that of horsemanship, Lynn really can't live up to expectations.

After walking the downhill road, the gunfire in the rear gradually thinned out, presumably because the first attack of the American army failed and suffered many casualties, temporarily ceased and called for reinforcements. The riders and commandos returned to their horses, and although there were no decent dirt roads, the relatively flat terrain allowed the horses to speed up again. Lynn, who was riding a black mule, could no longer maintain the same speed as the Indian guide, and gradually fell behind the horse team again. By this time Oppenheimer had been tied up by the commandos into a big flowered pig, tightly tied with his hands and feet, stuffed with something in his mouth, and tied it tightly with strips of cloth. After the attempt was exposed, he was no longer as gentle and old-fashioned as before, and his red eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness. As a German Jew, he had reason to feel sorry for his compatriots who had died at the persecution of Nazi Germany, especially after the American troops entered Germany proper, and the revelation of the images taken in the concentration camps and the seizures from the Germans caused a strong reaction from the outside world, and the witnesses were deeply shocked by these horrific scenes.

Thinking of Oppenheimer's performance at this time, and recalling his calmness, rigor and politeness at the atomic bomb test site, Lynn's anger gradually subsided, until he calmed down and deeply reflected: with the dark image of the Empire, even if nuclear weapons were developed as a strategic deterrent for the restoration of the country, and could be supported by most of the German military and civilians, it would still be difficult to escape the strong resistance of the political axes and people of the surrounding countries. In other words, it will be difficult for them to have a long period of peace and space for a resurgence, as they did after the end of World War I. Even if the country is protected from being attacked by Britain, France, the United States, and the Soviet Union by relying on nuclear weapons after the restoration of China, the political and economic blockade alone will bring the dilemma of lack of oxygen and supply to this resurrected patient.

With a vision of the future, Lynn feels that in the future, whether it is vigorous public relations or a makeover, the bad impression left by the empire on the world must be changed!

While Lynn was worrying about the fortunes of the country, several gunshots or explosions rang out one after another in the rear, and the scale and intensity were not as violent as the first time. As the horse convoy continued to move forward, the distance had gradually exceeded the normal transmission of the gunfire.

The wind of dawn was fresh and pleasant, and at last all the sound of the hooves of mules and horses and the occasional snort of livestock remained.

As he walked, the Indian guide, who had been in front of the horse team, turned around and came to Lynn's side, and he said condescendingly: "White Germans, we have reached the Mexican border, we were supposed to accompany you into Mexico, but your whereabouts were discovered by the American [***] team due to your own negligence, and we must now return to the village in advance to protect our tribe, which is not a violation of our contract!" ”

Lynn didn't know the content of the contract, and he wasn't familiar with the surnames of these Indians, so if he couldn't grasp the handle, he simply didn't want to force people, with this idea, he asked the commandos in English, and learned that someone should come to pick up and lead the way after crossing the border. Out of prudence, he tried to ask the leader of the Indian guides: "Spear warriors, can you arrange for us a guide who is familiar with the road, I am afraid that if the situation on the Mexican side changes, or for some other reason we cannot find the guide in time, we may get lost on our own." Only one person is needed, and as soon as they meet our guide, the guide can return immediately. ”

Perhaps no white man had ever pleaded so sincerely, perhaps he still had some scruples about the $2 million contract, the guide looked up at the slightly white sky, and then turned his head to look out at the road ahead, where Mexico was still barren and mountainous, and accepted Lynn's request wordlessly.

Lynn didn't mind hanging on to this kind of affection thousands of miles away, and she could already faintly see the barbed wire fence of the wooden stakes on the border between the two countries in front of her eyes, and while it was dark, the Indian riders who accompanied the escort swept away like the wind, scouting the cordon around to avoid the American Border Patrol, and then skillfully and quickly cut one of the barbed wire.

"That's it!" The guide rode his horse and stopped, and said calmly and profoundly: "Remember that you owe me a favor, 'Twin Spearman' warriors!" ”

(To be continued)