With a "creaking" sound, the BM-13 rocket artillery vehicle with many bullet holes in the front cover of the engine and white smoke constantly emitting white smoke from the heat vent finally stopped in front of the German trench, and saw several German soldiers wearing steel helmets with big ears and steel helmets coming up with guns to answer, Lynn pushed the car door and shouted angrily:

"Damn it, are the guys who shot them thinking with their toes? When did the Russians charge with such trucks? It's stupid to the extreme! ”

At this time, the Soviet artillery bombardment was not over, but the artillery fire was extended along the front-line positions to the city. Otherwise, Lynn, even as an F1 driver, would not have been able to drive the Katyusha here.

Seeing that the five men who got out of the car were all dressed in Waffen-SS attire, and had probably been instructed by the officers in advance, the Wehrmacht soldiers who came to meet them did not interrogate them much, but carefully covered them over the trenches and barbed wire fences.

As soon as Lynn and the others entered the trench, a middle-aged, tall, broad-faced Wehrmacht captain stepped forward: "Very good, young men, fortunately, the Russians helped you clear the minefield in advance, otherwise with your driving route, you would have been blown up into the sky a long time ago!" ”

The teasing words sounded innocent, and Lynn put away her anger at being mistakenly attacked by fire from her own position - the soldiers were often highly nervous on the battlefield, and there was no natural light tonight, and it was understandable to see a dark shadow and hear the roar of the engine, and mistakenly think that the Soviet tanks were coming, not to mention that this was only the behavior of a considerable number of soldiers, and it was quickly corrected. If an officer had given the order to shoot, only two machine guns would have been needed to reimburse Lynn and them.

Although Wu pretended that the SS and Wehrmacht belonged to different formations, but when he came to someone else's territory and returned from enemy-occupied territory, Lynn of course had to report to his family:

"I'm Lynn Commander, Commander of the 4th Night Assault Battle Group, 167th Combat Group. Sergeant Gargo, led the soldiers of the headquarters to carry out the infiltration mission, killed 6 Soviet officers and soldiers in the battle, captured a Soviet rocket artillery vehicle, and there were no casualties in the headquarters! ”

"Oh, Night Strike Commando!" The Captain had obviously heard of these specialized night units, but at least in Fort Oranien, there was no official record of these supposedly elite night units - and their entry into battle would have been delayed if it had not been for Lynn and the other two group commanders who had volunteered to join them.

Although Lynn's German was still not very authentic, and even a little lame, the Wehrmacht captain did not ask to check the documents, he just glanced at the four soldiers who were following Lynn, especially noticed the infrared night vision equipment carried by Tanze, and nodded: "You are real warriors!" ”

"It's an honor to receive your appreciation!"

With that, Lynn took off her steel helmet so that her head could breathe, and looked around. The shelling had just ended, and the smoke of gunfire had not yet finished on the position, and the large and small craters seemed to be still emitting heat. Despite the devastation, Lynn did not see the remains of the soldiers, indicating that most of the defenders had withdrawn to safe fortifications during the Soviet shelling.

The captain turned to look at the Soviet rocket artillery vehicle parked outside the trench and asked, "Is there still a rocket on that 'Katyusha' - the Soviets seem to call it - is there still a rocket on it?" ”

"It's gone!" Lynn replied proudly, "The wheels got stuck in the crater, and we had to stop to find something to pad the wheels, turn the rocket artillery and strike at the Soviets' artillery position!" ”

"Oh?" The captain's eyes lit up, "No wonder the Soviets' rocket artillery only fired two rounds today, it seems that it is your credit!" ”

Can you hit the firing positions of the Soviet army without aiming? Lynn thought it was his own character outburst, but then thought that even if the rockets landed nearby, the Soviet commander might be threatened by this and temporarily order the transfer, thus delaying the original plan of shelling. It seems that his combat team has really made a great contribution this time.

Seeing that Lynn was just silently looking in the direction of the Soviet position, the captain took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, knocked it, and gave one to Lynn, but it did not benefit Wolfrum and the others who were sitting aside to rest.

Lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, the captain sighed: "It's a pity that we can't get it in, otherwise we can find some rockets and play some role in the battle!" In the past two days, the Soviets' attacks have become more and more ferocious, and our casualties have been ......."

"You are the real warriors!" Lynn offered the compliment as it was.

The captain shook his head helplessly, took two puffs of cigarette sullenly, turned his head to look at the city that was still ravaged by Soviet artillery, and said: "Sergeant Gargo, it's not safe to go back to the rear now, I'll let you take you to the reserve position, and then go back to the city when the shelling is over, what do you think?" ”

What else can Lynn say besides "good"?

Immediately afterwards, the captain said, "I will truthfully report your results to my superiors!" ”

For operational purposes and to maximize combat effectiveness, the German High Command usually placed Wehrmacht and SS units in the same theater under the jurisdiction of a single command, while the German combat units around Oranienburg are currently deployed and commanded by the 9th Army under the Wehrmacht's "Vistula" Army Group.

As a non-commissioned officer in reserve, Lynn can only accept it silently whether the captain in front of him can finally be "truthful" - if the other party really helps, the effect of reporting by him is obviously more convincing than reporting it himself. So, Lynn thanked him solemnly, and was about to call the soldiers to flash him, when he suddenly remembered something, and said to the captain, "Can you do me a little favor again?" ”

Since it was a "small favor", the captain agreed without hesitation.

"Please help me find a screwdriver, I want to remove the mirror on the left side of the Katyusha as a souvenir!"

The reason why Lynn wanted the reflector as a souvenir was just an excuse - he didn't miss the mirror along the way, avoided the shelling of the T-34, witnessed the rocket fire exploding in the distance, and avoided the retaliatory shelling of the artillery group behind the Soviet position, and finally returned to his own control area without danger, and Lynn felt that it was a lucky mascot. In addition, the lenses I used before were too small, so it was good to conceal my surname, but it was difficult to observe from a large angle or in all directions.

The captain thought about it and felt that it was reasonable to leave a souvenir, so he raised his head and ordered a subordinate: "Hey, Daqi, go and help me remove the left mirror of that Soviet car, remember that it is on the left!" ”

"Yes, sir!"

Lynn turned her head to see a small, muscular soldier crawling out of the trench at a rapid pace. But he wants to let others take risks in his own private affairs, and he feels uneasy: "Captain, this ......"

The captain did not explain, and while smoking, he looked in the direction of the Soviet position. The cigarette was gone, and the soldier in the steel helmet returned.

Taking the mirror from the short soldier's hand, the captain thanked him, took it and looked at it curiously, then handed it to Lynn.

When I put it in the car, I didn't think it was so bulky, and Lynn regretted making this request. At this point, he had no choice but to put it in his backpack and asked, "Mr. Captain, can you tell me your name?" ”

The captain tightened his collar and replied very seriously: "Fritz. Lange, commander of the 32nd Company of the 92nd Battalion of the 2nd Infantry Regiment of the 1st Infantry Division! ”

Lynn politely said, "Thank you for the gift, Captain Lange!" Good luck to you and your troops! ”

It would have been ironic to say such things to a German commander at the beginning of the war, but by 1945 it seemed that only good fortune could have saved a German unit from being surrounded and annihilated by the enemy.

The captain nodded, summoned his lieutenant, and asked him to lead Lynn and his party to the reserve position behind the defensive line, where in addition to trenches and bunkers, heavy mortars, infantry guns, and some tanks and assault guns covered with camouflage nets were deployed. There were busy people everywhere, and of course many wounded soldiers were carried to the field hospital further aar. Being in it, smelling the mixed smell of all kinds of breaths, Lynn seems to have returned to the first time she came to this era, fear, frustration, and dazedness, all of which have not been completely eliminated, but are suppressed by another powerful emotion, that is, survival.

Towards midnight, the long and protracted shelling of Soviet troops finally ended. Although a cannon cannot be fired for hours, as long as the artillery groups take turns firing, they can always press the opponent for a long time, which is like the urgency of playing on a football field - it is easy to make mistakes in a long period of high tension, and the rearguard must follow this rule.

Captain Lange's lieutenant managed to find a few places for Lynn in a truck transporting the wounded, intending to stay and help the defenders in the fight, but seeing that Wolfrum and Graff were all tired, and considering that the two young privates had only made a psychological breakthrough, they accepted the other party's kindness. On the way back to the city in a truck, Lynn couldn't help but feel heavy when she heard the fierce gunfire coming from the battle line. May Captain Lange and his troops be just as they wished: good luck.

(To be continued)