Thanks to the six loyal book friends of Ice Feather, Lingering Scarlet, Kuygg, Chao Chao Twilight, Sagittarius Dē Dark Moon, and Bao Sake Brewery for their tips and support. It's also a remnant thought.,There was only one elder and two helmsmen in the previous books in the sky.,What heads.、Grandmaster、The alliance leader is the stars that look up.,Probably the readers of the sky belong to the more rational surname.,Haha......

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Lynn leaned back on the side of the ballade toward the villa, her back facing the sky. The clear night sky is like a dark enamel, and the stars are like shining gems in between, what a beautiful night scene, why don't people sit back and enjoy the world, but want you to kill each other to the death?

This question may never be answered. Lynn sat motionless, letting the cold wind of the night blow through her wet sideburns, the sound of gunfire still subsided, and the surviving defenders joined the German soldiers who had come to support them in a counterattack, but Lynn knew that they could regain the main ground they had lost earlier. The river bank was like a sacred border that the German officers and soldiers were unable to and did not want to cross.

Lynn was tired from fighting with all his might, and he was going to rest for a while, but a dark shadow jumped into his foxhole, and both of them seemed to subconsciously turn their heads to look at each other.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The man spoke standard German, and the pronunciation of the phrase was somewhat similar to that of English, and Lynn understood it half-guessed, and said in German in a low, but not weak, voice: "I'm fine!" ”

In this case, the other party didn't ask much, picked up the weapon in his hand, took a slight aim, and fired forward.

Click... Click... Click...

The crisp and melodious sound of the gunfire rang out rhythmically, and Lynn, who was originally a little sluggish, immediately came to his senses when he heard this sound. He stared at the guy in this man's hand, and wow! Isn't this a German-made MP44 assault rifle that looks like an AK47?

Looking closely at the German soldier, by the faint starlight, Lynn noticed that his large ears were covered with nets along the steel helmet, and branches and leaves were inserted on them to increase the concealment effect in the forest, and the combat uniform on his body was the famous M43 "pea camouflage", which looked relatively clean and tidy. The canvas pouch is divided into two parts, left and right, and is carried on the rib cage, with three curved magazines on each side to match the assault rifle.

Accustomed to seeing German soldiers with Mauser rifles, MP38/40 submachine guns, and corresponding equipment, suddenly a guy who looked like Uncle PLA was standing nearby. Holding what looked like a Type 5 or 6 submachine gun, Dongdong shot a spot like a decent, and Lynn felt like he had crossed an era all of a sudden, and his brain was instantly short-circuited.

And that's not all, almost after firing a cartridge, the German soldier skillfully withdrew the empty magazine, took out a new one from the magazine, and inserted the empty magazine into the magazine, a coherent movement that was done entirely with one hand with his left hand. Lynn's mind immediately popped up the picture of the policeman holding a bandit gun for bullets in CS back then. Before his nerves could be further stimulated, the German soldier with his magazine on his cartridge crawled out of the foxhole with his gun in his hand, and ran forward with the other soldiers on his back.

From the moment he suddenly appeared to the time he left suddenly, the MP44-wielding German soldier may have been in Lynn's sight for less than a minute, and the smell of gunpowder smoke quickly mixed with the various smells around him, with only the clear yellow bullet casings left on the ground being the only evidence that he had been there.

Lynn was in a trance.

After being stunned for a few seconds, my brain finally cleared up. After a moment of reflection between the depleted Mauser rifle and the Mosin-Nagant with a few rounds of ammunition still available, Lynn carried the Mosin-Nagant on his back and looked out before leaving the foxhole. The burning wreckage of tanks, the corpses of soldiers, the guns and steel helmets scattered everywhere, and the undistinguishable severed limbs, pieces of organs, flesh, broken soil, sand and stones, the scene after each fierce battle is so shocking.

Carefully crawling out of the foxhole and moving forward a meter, Lynn picked up an M42 steel helmet with blood on the left edge and buckled it to his head; Moving another half a metre, two rows of Mauser rifle bullets, secured with bridge clips, were pulled out of the cartridge from the waist of a fallen comrade. This is like the DOS version of the fairy sword, and the greatest fun for players is to pick up and rummage through various items. However, Lynn only picks up the war supplies he needs, and does not move the personal belongings of the deceased at all - although he has seen the trade of goods between his comrades, he always feels that everyone who dies here is a heroic soldier who deserves the most basic respect.

After moving several meters forward, Lynn finally saw through the night the trench where she was supposed to be staying. It was like a black python lying flat along the riverbank, and the corpses scattered around it seemed to be ants that it had accidentally crushed to death when it rolled sideways. By this time, the trenches had been regained by the Germans, and many soldiers were standing in them shooting at the river or the opposite bank, but it is estimated that only a very small number of them had survived the catastrophe that had just occurred. Looking at this scene, Lynn remembered the "butcher" again, although this guy is the only person in the world who has kicked his ass, but what he did did did not indulge his selfish desires, not to mention that he saved his life at a critical moment.

"Kill the pig! Kill the pigs! ”

Lynn shouted softly at the top of his voice, and the thinning of the sound of gunfire could not suppress his broken German, and from time to time someone in the trenches looked back, but there was not a face that Lynn was looking for.

Just as he was about to walk a few steps into the trench, Lynn suddenly caught a glimpse of a small black thing under his feet, and reached out to touch it, the shell gun!

Quickly inserting the lost Mauser pistol into the belt, Lynn bent her back as if she were a civet and hurried into the trench with the movements of a civet. Leaning against the much higher trench wall, he didn't need to worry about his head being shot by a flying bullet, so he quickly took out the 9mm pistol bullet given by the "butcher" from his pocket, and filled the remaining four rounds into the shell gun - for a melee rookie, it is really a convenient weapon to save his life.

Lynn is immersed in her own little universe, stealing fun for things that seem big to others, and this easily satisfied mentality is like a good-natured pet dog. Putting away the barge gun, he loaded the bullets he had picked up into the Mauser 98k and tossed Mosin-Nagant aside as a stick. After packing up, it occurred to me that I might need to continue to contribute to this war. Just as he was about to look up, the light that suddenly bloomed in the air made his eyes bright, and his eyes, which had adapted to the dark environment, were suddenly blinded......

"Shhh...... This damn flashbang blindfolded Lao Tzu! ”

With the "CS body" in his mouth, his left hand subconsciously blocked his eyes, and it took several seconds before he dared to reopen his eyes. Hands or hands, feet and feet, corpses and corpses, he turned his head to look ahead, the light of the flares illuminating a large area on the north bank of the river, but not to the extent of a clear day. As he pondered whether the Soviets were ready to attack again with the flares, the sound of the bullets cutting through made his hairs stand on end, his head and neck flashed down with his body, and his mouth shouted, "Nottle...... Wochtect! ”

It wasn't until her entire head was safely hidden in the trenches that Lynn realized that she had just uttered a German sentence without much thought about it, but it was not a reflex of the body, but a deep memory of herself in the brutal environment for three days. Every time this sound appears, the person who hides slower may hang up. Do people have a greater motivation to learn than to survive?

Amid the rising camarity of gunfire, the German soldiers in the trenches dodged the bullets fired from the opposite bank, and the river bank was so wide that both sides were within effective range of each other. There is no doubt that the positions on both sides of the river bank will become a field of sniper wrestling on both sides until the Soviets launch another cross-river offensive.

Thinking of the sniper, Lynn looked up in the direction of the villa, and although the light of the flares that were about to slide faded, she could still make out the villa building that was still standing in place. The pointed roof had mostly collapsed, and the walls facing the river bank were riddled with holes, but the terrace and the small flat roof above still looked intact.

So, Lynn silently thought in her heart: Thank you, brother! I hope to repay you for saving your life one day! Good luck!