After lunch, the first group of 16 lucky civilians left the "Oliver Line" in a Wehrmacht SDKFZ251 medium armored transporter. The crowding in the carriage was conceivable due to the carrying of one seriously wounded member of the army and three seriously wounded members of the civilian ranks, but many who failed to board the train still cast envious eyes.

"Let's go! Such good weather should be more walking! ”

White Goatee's seemingly casual words dispelled Lynn's concerns, as SS soldiers in the escort procession, he and Private Karl could have had a little influence on the selection of boarding personnel, not to mention that White Goatee was old enough, and the young widow Alice and the young Catrili were also prioritized relatively high. Eventually, however, they gave up on this selfish idea, and together with the other soldiers, they loaded the most difficult and difficult civilians, including a mother and her infant baby, into the uncomfortable but fast enough half-track armored vehicle.

For Lynn and Private Karl, the task of preparing lunch was successfully completed, and they received verbal praise from the SS corporal, and the follow-up task ensued: to leave the team and prepare dinner for the main army. It sounded a bit boring, but the two young SS soldiers took on the task without hesitation. Considering that the number of people in the team was further reduced, and only half a bag of bread and half a bag of potatoes were needed for dinner, Karl combined them into one and carried them on his back along with the simple and clear large black cauldron. Lynn was able to take turns helping White Goatee and Alice with their luggage with one free hand - and he also learned a German phrase from Karl: "It's okay, I have the strength."

When she first heard this, the white goatee was expressionless, and Alice pursed her lips and snickered. This is the second time Lynn has seen her smile, and both laughs have a lot to do with herself, and her heart is a little happy, and her steps are as light as when she first set off.

"Dad, where are we going?"

Little Catrili, who sat in the crook of Lynn's arm, asked in a milky voice—in Lynn's mind, such a tone was the characteristic of her age.

"Go to the beach...... Take a boat, okay? ”

In order to keep the sentence coherent, Lynn's "boat" uses two English words, so much so that little Catrili looks puzzled. At this time, the young woman spoke the corresponding German. Hearing this, little Catrili clapped her hands happily: "Okay! Boat! ”

Lynn turned sideways to Alice and said quickly in English, "Can you speak English?" ”

"Of course!" The young woman replied playfully. "But not much!"

"That's enough!" Lynn smiled and nodded, judging from Alice's reaction to hearing her words speak in English last night, she knew some English.

The young woman pursed her lips subconsciously, and just as Lynn turned around and continued walking, she whispered in English, "But I think you should learn more German and try to master it as soon as possible!" ”

Lynn didn't stop, turned her head to look at her, and said, "Thank you for the reminder!" ”

The young woman replied, "You're welcome! ”

The English conversation between the two was simple and fluent, and the understanding between them also improved unconsciously. It's just that English has become his "mother tongue", and Lynn should not only thank the country for its wise decision to popularize English, but also feel that his English level is enough to pass the so-called four or six levels.

On the way from the "Oliver Line" to Königsberg, the vast fields are still typical of East Prussia: open terrain, rolling hills, and lush vegetation. The white snow seemed to coat the earth with a blanket of primary colors, and if it weren't for the brutality of the war, East Prussia would have had a good year ahead. The woods here are like herds of cattle and sheep strolling on the meadow, which naturally appear in sight without a sense of abruptness, but the real cattle and sheep have long been gone. They may have entered the factories early and were made into cans, shipped to the Eastern Front to help German officers and soldiers survive the harsh winter, and a considerable part of them eventually became Soviet trophies.

"Behold, the plane!"

Little Catrili pointed to the field to the right, where there was a crashed plane in a hollow near the woods, the olive green livery was still visible from the broken body, and the broken tail fin, with half a dazzling red star. Judging from the outline, Lynn roughly speculated that it belonged to the DB or SB series of twin-engine fast bombers, and its power and role were naturally incomparable with the main British and American bombers. By the end of World War II, the Soviet Union's land power was unusually strong, the tactical weapons of the air force had risen strongly as a result of the war, and the strategic strength of the navy and air force was a clear weakness - a structure similar to that of the German [***] forces in its heyday. Therefore, when analyzing the European landscape after the end of World War II, many people believe that if a direct war breaks out between the red camp led by the Soviet Union and the Western capitalist camp led by Britain and the United States in the forties and fifties, the red camp will eventually lose the war, even if the United States' nuclear superiority is not considered.

Lynn also made some analyses of the "conjecture of what if World War III broke out in 1946" that prevailed at that time. According to speculation on paper, even if nuclear weapons are left out, the Soviet Union will still lose because of the lack of war potential. However, Britain, France and other European countries are also in trouble, and the real beneficiary is still only the United States. However, Lynn believes that the strategic bombing force of the United States dominating the world is not a substantial factor that determines the outcome of the war, but because of its strong economic and industrial strength and unique geographical superiority -- the strategic air force is only a powerful weapon for this supergiant to win the war. Considering various factors such as manpower, material resources, national character, and the international environment, if it is obviously stronger than the opponent, then the outcome of the war is already doomed before it begins, and the difference only lies in the time and course of the war.

It is a pity that Lynn's analysis has so far been only on paper, and in that era of peace, when the "end of the world" was widely discussed, he did not have the slightest opportunity to practice war as a civilian. Mercenaries? Not to mention that he is not physically qualified, even if he joins those legendary mercenaries, he is only acting as a thug in front of the behind-the-scenes forces.

Looking back at the front of me, the straight road under my feet stretched to the blue-gray at the end of the line. It is not only a place of hope, but also a very realistic reminder to yourself: you are a little foreign volunteer, hurry up and save your life! It is really a dream to imagine what kind of national politics here!

Smiling self-deprecatingly in her heart, Lynn stepped forward. At least there are people along the way who can talk, talk about the day, practice their German, and maybe go back to the time and space that belonged to them after hanging up, and then master one more foreign language, and have one more skills to make a living.

"Daddy, Daddy, I'm thirsty, I want water!"

Like most of her peers, Catrili yelled at new demands every once in a while, and Lynn was not annoyed by this time, but felt that her fake father seemed to be playing a good psychotherapeutic role. This girl was a typical war child yesterday, with worrying psychological problems, in less than a day, cheerful, happy, and normal in all aspects. As soon as the disease was eradicated, even the mood of the young woman and the white goatee improved.

"Okay, our Katrili needs water!"

Lynn stopped and took the kettle from the kettle sleeve behind her. The water that may have been stored for several days had been poured out and replaced with some new water during the cooking of the "Oliver Line", and he unscrewed it and let the little Catrili drink two sips, and suddenly felt that the child's stomach was weak, and it was better to pour some boiled water at dinner. In this way, he really thinks of himself as a father of his children - not only to be a dutiful actor, but also to play the role of a woman's husband by the way?

Lynn subconsciously turned her head to look at Alice, and found that the young widow was staring at her back, could it be that this back was somewhat similar to her deceased one?

Met Lynn's gaze, the woman hurriedly lowered her head and hid her delicate and blushing face under the shawl again.

Although my mother has always taught me to be an upright person, but lonely men and widows are like **, even if they are accidentally ignited, in this war-torn era, it is not a bad thing......

Lynn was thinking wildly when she heard Carl say, "Man, shall we take a break?" ”

Turning around, the private with the black cauldron was rolling up his sleeves to wipe his forehead, and following the direction he was looking, Lynn noticed a small stream in front of the road on the right, which passed through the culvert below the road, and flowed quietly through the snowy fields, all the way into the woods in the distance.

Thinking that the old man and the young woman should be a little tired from walking such a long distance, Lynn replied, "Okay! ”