The second chapter is presented, and the third chapter that made up for yesterday's upload delay will be delivered at 11 o'clock in the evening, and the brothers who didn't sleep will come to have a show!

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After about ten minutes in the church, the "butcher" got up silently and walked out, Lynn following closely behind as usual. The two paused at the door of the church, and Lynn found that although the spirit of the people who came out of here was not refreshed, the gloomy element was somewhat lessened. Reattaching his weapon, Lynn casually glanced ahead. This glance may not be as good as the first encounter with the other half, but in Lynn's opinion, it still has a very big impact on his life.

Diagonally opposite the church sits a bookstore, which seems to be the opposite position of religion and science.

Lynn was sure it was a bookstore because it had an open door with shelves full of books and an old man with a white goatee and glasses sitting in the doorway. With a thick book in his hand, he immersed himself in his studies, occasionally glancing up at the soldiers who came and went.

"Pig killer!"

Lynn called out to "butcher", pointed to the bookstore opposite, and then pointed to the position of his wrist, and opened the five fingers of his right hand, signaling that he would be back in five minutes.

Interpreting this as five minutes or six or five minutes, the "butcher" was not the slightest surprised by the subordinate's actions, but nodded slightly, and walked alone to the place where his companions had gathered earlier.

A bookstore means a dictionary, and maybe a crash guide to German, and with that in mind, Lynn almost trotted to the door of the bookstore, and when he saw that the old man with glasses didn't look up to take care of himself, he went straight into the bookstore. Despite the enemy's imminent arrival, this small bookstore is still full of books, but it is not known if they will be spared the ravages of war.

With the English phrases he knew, Lynn tried to find the bookshelf where the dictionary was placed, but he soon found that this trick was not easy, after all, the habits of bookstores in different countries to divide the types of books can be very different, and the German on the shelves and books is no easier to understand than the German spoken by the Germans outside with their little tongues. So, he tried to find the place where the thick leather books gathered, but many ordinary books turned out to be hardcover covers, and just when the unfortunate man was at a loss, a very vicissitudes of life came from the door.

Lynn turned his head, and unsurprisingly, it was the old man with glasses who spoke to him, although the speed of speech was not very fast, but Lynn still couldn't understand a word, and didn't know how to express the dictionary, so he thought about it very hard and tried to put together the English words: "english-geman-book!" ”

Without saying that, the old man lowered his head and looked at Lynn cautiously with the pair of glasses behind his lenses, as if he had seen a monster - or rather, perhaps a spy.

Seeing this, Lynn hurriedly took out his soldier ID card from his pocket, patted his chest and said, "Danich! Danich! ”

"Danich?"

The old man's eyes changed to a curious look, he cautiously took Lynn's soldier card and glanced at it, looked at Lynn at the photo above, and then repeated Lynn's broken English just now: "english-geman-book?" ”

Lynn nodded repeatedly.

The old man handed Lynn back his papers, and then moved straight to the bookshelf in the northeast corner—the trembling movement made Lynn want to go up and help him, but unfortunately the passage between the bookshelves could only accommodate two people sideways. After getting there, the old man took down a small book with a yellow soft cover from the top without thinking, paused for a while, and then walked to another corner and took a slightly larger and thinner book from the bottom. Holding them back to Lynn, he said "goodluck" and moved to the door to read his book again.

With curiosity and anticipation, Lynn picked up the small book and looked at it, there were four rows of words printed in the center of the simple cover, the upper two rows he didn't recognize, and the lower two rows immediately made his heart beat faster to more than a hundred:

english－geman

geman－english

Thanks to the heavens, to the earth, to the gods of the East and West, and to the Almighty Creator, isn't this the "artifact" that Lynn dreamed of!

A small "English-German-German-English" dictionary is not only hidden in the corner of the bookstore, but also looks diametrically opposed to Lynn's speculation, if it weren't for the help of the old man, Lynn would have to rummage through the bookstore's collection of books to find it.

Look at another book, except for Geman, who Lynn knows, the rest of the words are basically "flying immortals outside the sky". In the past, he was helpless about this situation, but now he is different, holding the "artifact" in his hand, Lynn is now learning and using it, and he found the corresponding English annotation in the small dictionary: "German Conversation".

Plagued by a language barrier on the battlefield, Lynn was so happy that she almost fainted. With these two super invincible reference books, shouldn't the road ahead be smooth?

By the time she left the bookstore with two books in her hand, Lynn could already say "thank you" to the old man at the door in German. In his time, there were many people who chose to wander alone in a foreign land for life or other reasons, for them, cultural differences and racial discrimination were secondary, and language barriers were often the first hurdle they faced, so that many people recalled the first years with sentimentality. Now, Lynn's situation is so similar to theirs, the world here is obviously full of all kinds of sounds, but to him it seems to be as monotonous as black and white.

Lynn had never felt so amiable when he approached the "butcher" and his companions, and although he wasn't able to communicate with them fluently at the moment, it was only a matter of time!

"It's almost six o'clock!"

The "butcher" looked at his watch and said that after more than a quarter of an hour in the bookstore, Lynn learned the first lesson of the German Conversation: time. Being able to understand the other party's words was like regaining hearing after losing his deafness, and it also made him feel that the world had opened its arms to him for the first time, and there was naturally an indescribable joy in his heart.

The "butcher" did not seem to be aware of the change in his companions, and he walked silently to the blacksmith's shop, the expression on his face more soothing than before entering the church. Following the butcher's ass, Lynn thought to himself: It seems that the German [***] people during World War II were not all fighting under the fanaticism of the Führer and fascism, and religious belief is still an important spiritual support for a considerable number of people.

The two soon came to the "blacksmith's shop", and it was still the "butcher" who came into the shop to speak to the old blacksmith, but he did not stop his work, and shouted "Walhi" at the top of his voice, with a sentence after his name that Lynn did not understand. Immediately afterwards, a young man wearing a German Type 36 field uniform took a shell gun and handed it to the "butcher". The young soldier looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate face and a youthful and shy expression. In the era before Lynn crossed over, it was considered a small masterpiece in the "foreign Zhengtai", and walking on the streets of China must have aroused the coveting of many colorful sisters.

It's a pity that the guns on the battlefield treat handsome guys and ugly men equally, and there will never be the slightest favoritism. If you want to fight in a team, it's safer to choose a rugged macho like "Butcher". Lynn was thinking about these rambling things when the "butcher" had already checked the gun for him, and as soon as he turned around, he handed it to Lynn in turn. At this point, Lynn did something that even he couldn't understand: he took the gun and looked, there was nothing wrong with the appearance, he pulled the shot directly with his thumb, and then pulled the trigger with his index finger completely without thinking.

Syllable!

The crisp and deafening sound of the gunshot startled Lynn and everyone around her, and Lynn returned from a wandering journey and was immediately stunned by her own recklessness - fortunately the muzzle of the gun was not pointed at anyone, otherwise it would have been even more inexplicable!

Before the "butcher" could make any indications, a baritone roar suddenly came from the other direction. Lynn turned her head in confusion, and there was still a wisp of green smoke coming from the muzzle of the shell gun.