Although the situation was complicated and even chaotic at that time, Lynn still clearly remembered that it was Frings, who was not very large, who carried himself all the way down the mountain, while Lübeck took the initiative to stay behind the slope top hall with a few other soldiers, but fortunately, they successfully repelled the follow-up attack of the limited number of Soviet troops, and finally kept up with the large force - after the fierce battle in the village of Capoca, more than half of the more than 50 soldiers at the time of departure were lost, leaving only 9 "Night Warriors" and 16 ordinary soldiers, and a set of infrared night vision equipment was also lost, But it did not fall intact into the hands of the Soviets, but, in a situation where it could not be retrieved, was destroyed by one of the commandos using a grenade.

As a commander, Eric was dismissed from his position as commander of the commando squad for the deliberate ambush of the Soviet army. Considering that he himself was honorably wounded in battle and needed at least half a month to recuperate, such a dismissal could be regarded as a relief. Enrique, the deputy of the first team, took over the command of Eric, but 7 were killed and 4 wounded, and only 4 fighters remained in the assault team, including himself. The reserve then sent 7 recruits, but the overall combat effectiveness naturally cannot be compared with the veterans.

Due to the failure to stop the bleeding, when he withdrew to his own area of control, Lynn almost lost an arm with blood on the entire sleeve of his right arm. Stitches, hemostasis, anti-inflammatory, after a simple treatment, the combat hero was thrown into a field hospital without a beautiful little nurse, and only two days later he was transferred to the military hospital in Port Stettin. Although some initial successes were achieved, in the face of the strong counterattack of the Soviet army, the German army's ambitious "plan to say" ended in failure. The weakened 11th Panzer Army Group was unable to withstand the fierce offensive of the Soviet follow-up forces, and had to cover the slow retreat of a large number of refugees to the west, and the port of Stettin soon turned from the rear into a front line. As a result, Lynn had to transfer from one field hospital to another, and even slept in the wilderness at the risk of worsening her wounds. However, after such a series of tosses, Lynn's fate as a Danish volunteer finally ushered in a turning point. In fact, from the moment Eric endured the pain to write the battle report and submit it, an extraordinary journey was already predestined.

A week later, Berlin, Germany.

In the spring of 1945, Berlin was no longer the "capital of the millennium" that the Germanic leaders had previously depicted. Under the protracted and heavy bombardment of the Allies, its main city has been transformed beyond recognition, and many famous buildings have been reduced to rubble, and there are broken walls, broken bricks and tiles everywhere after the burning fire. The civilians walking in the streets and alleys are like beggars, where is there still a little bit of the fashionable foreign atmosphere of the metropolis?

The German [***] people who were sitting in this military vehicle with Lynn all looked at the scene along the street with gloomy expressions. The previous vision, excitement and heroism are now gone.

When the war is fought to this extent, what is the point of winning more medals?

When she got out of the car, Lynn stopped to look out at the overcast sky over the city, which reflected the situation of this military empire. But why couldn't the flying saucers he saw with his own eyes be used to defend the skies of Berlin, but let the Allied planes wreak havoc?

This question had been bothering Lynn for a long time, and the answer was clearly somewhere, but he couldn't find it.

The parking location was a street away from the Imperial Chancellery, and Lynn could only glance at the dome from afar, and then passed through the flashing steel gate and entered the deep underground passage under the gaze of several stern-looking officers.

Before coming, Lynn had heard from her companion in the bed next door to the hospital that the great buildings of Berlin were now underground. After walking twenty or thirty meters along the cold and dim passage, the space in front of me suddenly opened up. Although it had rained four days a week, the underground space was not as damp as expected, and the rattling of officers' boots on the dry concrete floor echoed through the corridors.

"Gentlemen, first of all, I would like to pay a personal tribute to your bravery on the battlefield!"

Asking a group of eight people, including Lynn, to stand before the arch leading into another passageway, the fat and haughty Wehrmacht Major made such an official remark. He then reminded all the soldiers that it was a supreme honor to be inspected by the Reich and to be awarded a medal by the Reich Chief, and that it was traditional for everyone to surrender all their weapons before entering the place, from large firearms to small daggers and files. Once discovered, even a meritorious soldier may be punished as a traitor.

Having been told not to carry weapons and knives before he arrived, Lynn could not find any metal objects on his body except for belt buckles and buttons, and he did not like the arrogant tone of the "pig-headed major". You must know that although these soldiers are many ranks lower than him, their contributions to this war are probably no less than his, and the will and courage they show in the moment of life and death are not even possessed by a person like him, who has been hiding in underground fortifications all day.

"Lynn. Gargo ...... Danish Volunteer ...... Waffen-SS Sergeant Candidate ......"

When he looked through Lynn's papers, "Major Pighead" read aloud deliberately, and then glanced at him with a strange gaze.

Although he was not a true German, and he was not even close to it, after being born and dying repeatedly, receiving an audience and an award from the head of the empire could be said to be a reward earned by himself. For Adolf. Hitler himself, Lynn prefers to look at it with an objective dialectical vision rather than fanatical worship, not to mention, he is such a leader who has left a lot of ink in history, and there are not many times, it is worth the trip to be able to meet him!

Just as Lynn chose to swallow his anger and was about to enter the hallway, he heard "Major Pighead" say behind him, "Oh, I remember, Lynn. Gargo! You're the commando soldier who single-handedly resisted a company of Soviet troops! Not bad, really good! There are quite a few elites under Bach! If everyone were like you, Sergeant Gargo, we would have counterattacked and taken Moscow! ”

You can hear that there is a deep irony in these words. Lynn stopped, turned abruptly, and stared at the "pig's head" with wide eyes.

Perhaps unexpectedly, a mere sergeant candidate dared to blow his nose and glare at him, but instead of being bluffed, "Major Pighead" looked at Lynn with contempt and disdain.

I wanted to fight back with words, but thinking that it would only be me who would suffer from such a person's willfulness, Lynn forcibly suppressed her anger, squinted her eyes and engraved this guy's appearance in her mind, and then turned around, ready to continue walking inside.

"Wait!" "Major Pighead" was obviously unwilling to let Lynn go like this, and he glanced at the soldiers standing in the passageway.

It was a Wehrmacht soldier who looked about the same height as Lynn and was about the same age. After receiving this command, he was stunned for a moment, and with some reluctance, he walked to Lynn's side, whispered "sorry", and checked him from top to bottom with a brisk movement.

Supposedly, the SS and the Wehrmacht were not subordinate to each other, but Lynn continued to cooperate silently, but listened to the "pig-headed major" say unrelentingly: "Why don't you raise your right hand?" Hank, give me a double-check! ”

In just over a week, the bullet wound on his arm healed initially. In order to make the military look more neat and energetic, Lynn endured the pain in the morning and put on his shirt and uniform. He turned around angrily and glared at the guy with a gaze that was even colder than the Siberian winter: "Here is a memento left to me by the Russians, a bullet hole that tears through the skin and penetrates the shoulder, if necessary, you can open the wound and see if there is a bomb or a knife inside!" ”

Speaking to a high-ranking officer in such a tone, Lynn's behavior could be regarded as "great disrespect", but he expected that this "pig-headed major" was just a fox and a fake tiger. If you really want to detain the meritorious generals who are about to meet the Führer, then you have to explain the reason to the SS security department and accept the verification!

At this time, several other soldiers who were standing there waiting for the identity check were also indignant at the behavior of the "pig-headed major". The SS second lieutenant, who was sitting next to Lynn in the car, said with a grudge: "What does this mean? Do we all have to strip naked and be examined before we can meet the Führer? ”

The major didn't want to make a big deal out of it, he turned his head to look at the SS second lieutenant, snorted coldly, and found a step for himself: "Forget it, let this guy go!" It's really ......."

Although the second half of the sentence is not spoken, the content of the dirty words can be judged from the shape of the mouth.

Although the oncoming wind carried a slight warmth, Lynn's heart was cold. He really couldn't figure out why he was being harassed by a Wehrmacht major here, when he was supposed to be an example of morale boosting the morale of the army at the end of the empire. Just because I'm a Danish volunteer? Just because he's an insignificant sergeant candidate?

Be arrogant, be proud, I'll always make you cry one day!