Bow and thank you for the reward from you, the grassland godma, Liu Yangyirenyi, Zhao Baoqi, and Xiangzhong. Brothers, if you have a recommendation ticket, smash it over! Take it all!

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"SS-Obermann (2nd Waffen-SS) Lynn. Gagor, in view of your outstanding performance in previous battles, especially in the attack on the camps of the Soviet armored units, I hereby promote you to the rank of SS-Rottenführer (Waffen-SS Soldier) with the sacred authority conferred upon you by the Great Führer and the National Leader of the SS! ”

"It's an honor!"

There's only one applicable thank you in Lynn's thesaurus. Fortunately, this young officer is not a formalistic person, he looked at Lynn with an approving eye, nodded slightly, and then said to the non-commissioned officer on the side: "Soldier Gagor belongs to your combat squad from now on!" ”

"Great!" The non-commissioned officer happily said to Lynn, "Welcome home!" ”

Welcome home?

This was completely unexpected by Lynn, and it also made him feel flattered. His own archery skills are good, but when it comes to courage, courage, and overall view, these are subjective evaluations that cannot be quantified. Maybe it was because he played an active role in choosing the final crossing site, or maybe it was because his performance during the battle was seen by the other party, and it could be seen that the non-commissioned officer named Eric really had a good impression of himself. In this crucible of war where millions of soldiers are pouring into each other every day, countless cannon fodder dies every day, and there is no shortage of oneself, right?

"It's an honor!" Lynn repeated the same words to the non-commissioned officer.

I saw him stretch out his right hand and pat Lynn on the arm vigorously, and then said a little apologetically: "Our ship will arrive soon, I'm afraid I won't have time to arrange other things for you!" ”

Do you need it? Lynn smiled bitterly in her heart.

"No, sir, I'm ready to fight!"

Hearing Lynn's answer, the non-commissioned officer and the young officer looked at each other, smiled, and turned to walk towards the docks.

After meeting up with the Night Soldiers, who had arrived a few minutes earlier, neither the young officer nor the non-commissioned officer who had acted as an introducer announced the new companion to anyone else. Immediately afterwards, a half-track armored vehicle brought four seriously wounded people lying on stretchers, who, judging by their uniforms, were also part of the "Night Warriors". After waiting in idleness for about ten minutes, there was a slight suddenness as a small warship in strip camouflage paint arrived at the docks, its arrival causing a stirring on the civilian side, but no one was allowed to enter the docks.

Without waiting for the sailors to fully set up the pedals between the side of the warship and the dock, the young officers delicately crossed the gap between the two, and after boarding, they exchanged salutes and shook hands with the officers waiting on board. Lynn noticed that he spoke in a calm but not weak tone, and his body language was not complicated, and he always seemed to be able to make the other party understand what he meant in the most concise way possible.

The "Night Warriors" at the front carried their more seriously injured companions onto the warship in pairs, while the rest walked through the pedals in the order of the queue. Looking at the outfits and movements of those companions in front of them, they should all be "Night Warriors" who have undergone rigorous training, which means that they did not catch strong men along the way in order to replenish personnel, and even if there is an element of luck in their own joining, it is based on strength and performance - Lynn finally regained some self-confidence.

"Watch your step!"

At the boarding step, a non-commissioned officer who had been walking in front took the initiative to stand aside and remind his companions, and such a meticulous gesture once again made Lynn feel a very different atmosphere. When he walked by, the non-commissioned officer gave him a friendly expression, although he hadn't taken a photo before.

Upon boarding, Lynn saw that the young officer was still standing with the naval officer, both of whom looked very different in age and temperament.

So, he whispered to Sergeant Eric, "Our commander looks so young!" ”

"Hey, he's only 23 years old, 23-year-old lieutenant colonel!" There was no jealousy in these words, but admiration from the heart.

"Only 23 years old!"

Lynn was also surprised, at the age of 23, he had just graduated from college, and he knew nothing but theoretical knowledge, so he could only run around the talent market, and he was already a senior military officer.

Embarking from the ship's deck, the Night Warriors walked back along the side of the ship, entering a hatch at the front of the amidships. Just like when boarding the ship, another "Night Soldier" who walked in front stood next to the hatch and reminded everyone to "bow their heads".

Before entering the hatch, Lynn looked up at the bridge, it was only two stories high, and the structure seemed very simple, it was estimated that this was a gunboat or torpedo boat, and it was far from the level of a destroyer. However, although there were many museums or water parks in the world in the past, retired warships were now truly "World War II goods". Due to the defeat of the German army, very little has survived.

Stepping through the hatch, you enter a cold, damp world. Lynn lost her sense of direction as she navigated through the labyrinth of passageways in the dim cabin lights - fortunately, this was not an exam to recruit the Night Warriors. Under the guidance of two sailors, the 30-odd people were placed in two large cabins facing each other, which were equipped with many bunks divided into upper and lower levels. Everyone didn't pick and choose, the front of the line went to the innermost bunks, and the back went out in turn, and when it was Lynn's turn, there were seven or eight empty bunks left in the outermost way.

Looking at these empty shops, Lynn remembered the "Night Warriors" who died in battle, especially the tall officer who led the team at the beginning, he had undoubted command ability, and was able to calmly lead his subordinates into battle, which were deeply engraved in Lynn's mind. He had hoped that he would one day become such a good commander, but after meeting Lieutenant Colonel Hull, he had a higher goal.

"Everyone!" The non-commissioned officer put down his firearms and equipment and shouted to his companions, "Let me introduce you, this is Lynn. Gagor, the new soldier personally chosen by the lieutenant colonel, had a very good performance in the battle in which Second Lieutenant Berenster was killed! ”

The cabin erupted in a rather enthusiastic applause, mixed with whistling and strange shouts—which eased Lynn's mood a bit. A group of ordinary people who have joys, sorrows, and can play tricks on the other side are better than a group of monsters who don't eat fireworks!

The non-commissioned officer turned around, smiled and said to Lynn, "Introduce yourself!"

During his three days in Königsberg, Lynn also prepared for this kind of problem, and he said loudly: "I am a Germanic from Denmark, 21 years old, good at shooting, I speak German very poorly, and nothing else!" ”

To this brief self-introduction, the Night Warriors, unloaded their guns, responded with an equally simple round of applause mixed with laughter. Although he had left the battlefield, boarding the ship did not mean that he was away from danger, so the atmosphere was still not completely relaxed. After this, the non-commissioned officer motioned for Lynn to sit down, and the rest of the group either packed their bags or whispered in twos and threes.

Compared to his new companions, Lynn's belongings were much simpler, and he hung his assault rifle on the bed frame that he could easily reach, like a non-commissioned officer, and tucked the shell gun under his pillow, before taking off his leather boots and letting his feet breathe after a day of suffocation.

"Do we have a name for this special operations force?"

"Absolutely!" The non-commissioned officer comfortably made his bed, closed his eyes and said, "Vampire! ”

Belch...... Good name, Lynn thought to herself. The reason for the use of this name should be derived from the nickname of the active infrared night vision device.

Apparently not immediately after docking, the warship was able to hear the roar of machinery coming from the lower cabins. After the Night Soldier boarded the ship along with the Wounded, it did not set sail immediately. From the sound of people walking through the passage of the cabin, it is surmised that there should be some people boarding the ship behind, and the weight difference is not much, and the surname of the civilians is very small. After more than twenty minutes, the roar of the bottom of the ship suddenly intensified, and the hull of the ship shook. Sleeping on a solid bed, Lynn saw Alice and Catrili, and she didn't know if there was a place for the mother and daughter to sleep on that ordinary refugee ship. Whether or not we will have the opportunity to meet in the future, I wish them all the best!