When Fritz climbed the stairs up, Lynn saw that he was carrying a large bag of clothes in his hand, and thought to himself that this Major Mitigo was still quite reliable, although he did not deliberately advise, but after learning that the target lived in the military area, he directly prepared a military uniform, saying that the situation in Soviet Russia after the war was stable and the management was strict, and it was not so easy to get a few sets of military uniforms in private!

When Fritz opened the baggage, what was presented to Lynn was indeed the Soviet military uniform that appeared most frequently under his own gun. The fierce fighting on the Eastern Front had made him very resistant to the grass brown, but now he had to wear it on his body...... "This is what one of our tailors provided, all Soviet Army 1945 uniforms, and some officers got their new uniforms and felt that there were details to be changed or wanted to be ironed out, and they were placed in the tailor's shop next to the barracks." If we don't want to give up this important lurking role, it's best to return it before noon. Mitigo explained.

I see...... Lynn nodded: "So, we have to do it early, right?" ”

Mitigo looked at his watch: "The Finnish contingent is probably too late, so be it!" How about Mance, Fritz, Pate and me, four of you will be helped? ”

Lynn picked up a Soviet military uniform, and from World War I until 1969, including throughout World War II, the Soviet army's signature uniform was the blouse, a shirt-like tunic that served in the Tsarist/Soviet armies for more than half a century until it was officially retired in 1969. According to the new regulations promulgated in January 1943, the pullover was used as a field uniform when using the protective color mark, and as a regular uniform when using the standard color mark, and the pullover was divided into two types: cotton for summer and woolen for spring, autumn and winter (M45 and M43 have the same style, but with a slight beautification treatment).

"You are the direct commander and liaison center of the entire operation, Mr. Key, who must not be absent, you stay! I'll just take Mance, Fritz and Pate there. ”

Mitigo was worried and said, "This ...... If it's just the four of you, will there be fewer people? ”

Lynn calmly turned his head to look at him and smiled indifferently: "I don't dare to say anything about dealing with others, but dealing with this disabled General Matsov...... Two people to help out is enough. ”

Infected by Lynn's demeanor, Mitigo solemnly changed his clothes in person. The standard uniform of the Soviet army is gold epaulettes, large caps and blue breeches, and the five-pointed star-buttoned single-row eye belt is the most classic officer belt of the Red Army in World War II, and it is also one of the symbols of officers. These were not all for officers, and the Soviet officers Lynn had seen on the battlefield had to have old-fashioned pistol holsters and officer's packets—or officers' map bags, large flap styles, with individual straps, and a pair of binoculars around their necks, which were apparently not available in these tailors' shops.

When Lynn asked such a question, Mitigo scratched his head a little bitterly: "When I went to a remote village to collect scrap items, I saw seventy or eighty percent of the new belts, pistol holsters, map bags, magazine holsters and gas mask packs in the hands of farmers, but unfortunately we didn't ask for them. ”

Without a mirror, Lynn had no choice but to look down at his new outfit and say, "That's it, so be it!" In the city, there is no need for a map bag, and the gun holster is not brought to save the inspection, after all, we don't even have forged documents. ”

Fritz on the side immediately asked: "Can we blend into the officers' family area without documents?" ”

On a previous trip to the United States, Lynn had also deceived the sentry post in a U.S. military uniform without an officer's ID, but it was really like an egg, dangerous and abnormal, and if he met someone who was vigilant and insisted on principles, it was entirely possible to break his identity. So, instead of answering Fritz's question directly, he waited for Mittigo to speak.

As if nothing could stump Mitigo, he said unhurriedly: "You can't get through the main gate, but our tailor knows a hidden way to get around the sentry, and since I won't be there this time, sir, I'll let this good fellow go with you!" He was familiar with the environment there, and even if he accidentally encountered a Soviet patrol, he could still deal with it under the pretext of sending new uniforms. ”

This kind of consideration sounds thoughtful, but in Lynn's eyes, Mitigo and Laurentz . Bach is still a little less important than that. Now, he had no choice, and patted the officer uniform of the Soviet Army: "Then let's go!" At this point in time, Matsov should have gone home to sleep. ”

Mitigo sat by the fire and rubbed his hands: "Not necessarily! According to the tailors, in recent days, the Soviet officers in charge of logistics have been busy preparing for the Red Army Day, sometimes in the office or logistics warehouse until two or three o'clock in the evening, and I heard some officers complain that the sofa in the office is too soft, and their backs hurt when they sleep, but those are low-ranking officers. General level...... The possible surname of improvisation in the office should not be large. ”

No operation was smooth sailing from beginning to end, and Lynn sighed helplessly: "God willing." ”

More than half a year has passed since the end of the war in Europe, and six months have passed since the surrender of Leningrad, and martial law has long been lifted in Leningrad, but because of the Red Army Day, the security in the urban area is still much stricter than usual. Fenterrig drove the car, going around and around along the way, skilfully and nimbly avoiding several fixed guards.

The night was quiet, and even as she sat in the cab covered with a blanket, Lynn felt the chill, and Fritz and Pate, who had to sit in the open compartment because of their seats, were even more tormented.

Almost an hour later, the truck stopped in a remote box with the sound of a rumbling engine. Fenterrig got out of the car and soon brought back a slightly thin man, who was what Mitigo called a "tailor".

Squeezing into the cab, he gave Lynn a cursory look: "Hello! ”

Lynn nodded slightly: "Hello! ”

Finterrig was obviously aware of the location of the military district, but when he entered the area, the "tailor" directed him directly through the relatively remote alleys, and finally stopped outside a long wall.

Lynn took a quick look at the wall in front of her, which was made of ordinary bricks, more than two meters high, and topped with three barbed wire. The gaps in the walls are not obvious, and there seems to be no way to climb up with your fingers. After getting out of the car, the "tailor" walked briskly to a corner of the wall that had been bent slightly, and climbed straight up the wall like a gecko, the whole process taking only a few seconds.

In addition to good arm strength, good waist strength and good tools, it is very important to do this kind of movement, which is a long period of professional training.

Fortunately, the wall is only ordinary barbed wire, and the vigilance of the military area has not been exaggerated to the point of using expensive live barbed wire, and the distance between the first barbed wire and the top of the wall is only about a dozen centimeters, this gap is enough for the figure of the "tailor", but the bodies of Lynn and others are relatively too wide. I saw the "tailor" climb on the top of the wall with one hand, and take out a strange-looking stick from his pocket with the other, and then use them to prop up between the bottom barbed wire and the top of the wall, which is almost thirty centimeters high and enough for a perennial to climb over the wall.

Standing in the cold wind, her nose was slightly sour, but Lynn still smelled an indecent smell. Although he hadn't climbed to the top of the wall to see what was going on there, he knew that it used to be the public toilet, the least noticeable place.

Finterrig climbed to the top of the wall in the form of a "tailor", and although his movements were not as vigorous as those of the black cat, he still managed to climb over with his help very smoothly. It's just that in Lynn's opinion, it always feels very strange for a man in a Soviet uniform to climb the wall of the Soviet army's family area on this cold and quiet night.

Then it was Lynn's turn.

Pampered son, Lynn did not delay normal physical training, but firearms, cross-country, and obstacles were not conditionally carried out, and in terms of real special warfare skills, except for the few trainings he received in the "vampire" commando training camp, he did not really come into contact with it in the later stage -- the so-called special warfare was nothing more than carrying night vision equipment on his back to fight in the form of unconventional positional warfare and sports warfare, and when the concept of special warfare was still in its infancy, The military and civilians were not fully aware of the need for a surprise raid.

Then kicking the corner of the wall, Lynn's hands climbed the edge of the wall smoothly, but the thick gloves, the slippery edge of the wall, and the lack of friction under his feet caused him to fail on his first attempt. In front of his subordinates, at this critical moment, Lynn was surprised and embarrassed by the defeat, but at this time he didn't think much about it, learned his lesson and quickly made a second attempt, and with a balanced force of his legs and waist and abdomen, Fenterrig, who had already climbed over the wall, also grabbed his arm. Lynn lay awkwardly on the edge of the wall, feeling its cold hardness, and then carefully and slowly rolled over.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps not far away, the heavy and steady footsteps of ordinary soldiers.

It's a patrol!

Lynn greeted these furmen who didn't sleep late at night, and the "tailor" jumped up and climbed the edge of the wall with the help of his arms, almost with the strength of his arm to prolong the time of the jump, and took off the stick under the barbed wire with one hand. Almost every ten seconds later, the beams of light from two flashlights swept over the top of the wall, and the barbed wire was still shaking slightly, but it was impossible to tell whether it was man-made or the effect of the cold wind.

At this time, the trio who had already climbed over the wall had to find themselves in the crevice behind the public toilet, which was apparently reserved for septic tank repairs, and the smell was unbearable even in the cold of winter. When the footsteps faded away, Lynn leaned out and looked, that is, three patrol soldiers, at most wearing pistols, walking in a dull and boring manner, they must have been extremely disgusted with patrol missions in such weather, but they had to come out because of the regulations--the war has been over for so long, and even if there are enemy agents, the target is the military research facilities that hide important secrets and not the ordinary military area!

(To be continued)