On the battlefield of World War II, "** sand" is undoubtedly a major feature of the Soviet camp, it has a simple structure, durable and has a good firepower output, a large number of Soviet infantry equipped with this automatic weapon in the late stage of the war, whether it is a field battle, positional warfare or urban street fighting, the battle is still based on Mauser 98K, MP38/40 as the main weapon of the German infantry have reversed to gain a certain advantage. However, even though this firearm had excellent combat capabilities, when the German SS Private Marcos . When Tanzer used it as a crutch for the time being, the lack of length made it difficult for him to walk—and in this respect, it was clearly not as easy as the Mauser rifle.

"Get in the car, Marcos, hurry! And what about one more person? Let him get in the car and treat the wound again! ”

Lynn, who was sitting in the driver's seat, shouted loudly, and at this time, although the two German soldiers guarding the door had blue noses and swollen faces, it was not a problem to insist on fighting. One of them helped Tanze to get into the car, and the other went back to the courtyard to call his companions. The Gaz car is similar in size to a U.S. military jeep, with five seats in the front and rear rows, including the driver. While starting the car, Lynn personally arranged everyone's position and division of labor: Techmel escorted Colonel Matsov to sit in the middle of the back row, Tanze was on the far right, and the German soldier who helped him over sat in the co-pilot seat with a "** sand" submachine gun, Lynn planned to let the more seriously injured German soldier in the courtyard sit on the left side of the back row, and the other escorted the Soviet female nurse to squeeze in the empty storage position at the back of the car, but heard a sudden gunshot from inside, and then, the German soldier who entered behind helped the seriously injured companion out, Apologetically, he said to Lynn, "Sir, I didn't pay attention for a moment, and let the woman run inside!" ”

At this time, it was obvious that there was no time to arrest the female nurse back, there was a big meat ticket from Matsov, and one less position was more spacious, so he hurriedly called the two to get into the car, and let the seriously injured sit alone in the storage place, and the other person cooperated with Titchmel to take care of the Soviet colonel, and then told everyone to take off their steel helmets, step on the accelerator themselves, and drive the car without any protection along the passage between the ruins, which is no longer a road, towards the west, that is, the German defense line.

In order not to attract the attention of the Soviets, who were still unknown, Lynn did not turn on the lights, and the speed was relatively slow, and he staggered through a section of the street strewn with stone debris, and turned left into the alley where he had walked. After the two previous T-34s were crushed, many of the cement blocks on the road had crumbled, so the bump was significantly reduced, and the area seemed quite empty with the cleaning of two teams of Soviet soldiers.

Vaguely seeing the remains of the German soldier who had been killed earlier, Lynn deliberately avoided it, and the same soldiers who fought desperately, the difference in methods and skills made the final result very different. Driving past a multi-story building with a collapsed middle and exterior walls still on both sides, Lynn saw a number of figures in front of her near the street. Wolfrum was not there, and could not get away with the words, so he had to say to Techmel: "Karl, put a gun to the crotch of the Russian, if he dares to talk nonsense, let him taste the aftermath first!" ”

This trick was certainly ruthless, and Titchmel did it without hesitation. The Soviet colonel looked extremely resentful of this humiliation, but his arms were discarded by Lynn at the beginning, and he was escorted by two German soldiers, so he could only do some powerless struggle, and if his eyes could kill, Lynn would have been killed by him 11,000 times.

Seeing that the street in front of him was the one he had ventured through and joined Titchmel, Lynn drove slowly past the Gas. Listening to the gunshots, the Soviet soldiers gathered on this side were not nervous, and Lynn speculated that the Soviet vanguard had already captured the street and was fighting the Germans for the opposite block, and once the main battle was over, the Soviet troops on this side would cross the street to clean up the pieces. While there was still a little distance, he whispered to his companion sitting in the passenger seat: "Man, be ready to shoot at any time!" ”

Seeing that it was a gas car coming from the rear, the Soviet soldiers in front relaxed their vigilance, and a few who were blocking the middle of the road took the initiative to get out of the way to the side, Lynn continued to drive forward calmly, and quietly took out the shell gun from the holster with his left hand, and saw a Soviet soldier with a submachine gun and a steel helmet waving, Lynn immediately slowed down, and poked his head out casually, putting on a posture of preparing to talk to the other party, but his left hand was quickly raised. When the Soviet soldier, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, spoke, Lynn smiled kindly and raised his gun—looking at the muzzle of the black hole, the Soviet soldier's eyes froze in an instant. Perhaps, he had seen the German collar badge on Lynn's collar, and perhaps, he had also seen Colonel Matsoff who had been detained, all of which seemed as unbelievable as a fantasy.

Without saying goodbye, Lynn directly pulled the trigger, and the unlucky Soviet soldier was suddenly hit by the bullet of the barge gun, and the fierce driver roared "fire", suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the left hand that held the gun was withdrawn and hung up the acceleration gear in a coherent motion, and the German soldiers on the side, together with Tanze and others in the back seat, also raised their guns and fired.

Leng Buding was attacked by this, and a large number of Soviet soldiers around him suddenly fell.

Thanks to the large-capacity round drum, the "** sand" in the hands of the German soldiers continued to roar, and the engine of the gas car also roared vigorously, like a horse out of the slaughter happily spread its hooves, and in the blink of an eye, it had rushed into the street. Lynn slammed the steering wheel to the left, avoiding the same street where the heavy tanks of the two sides had previously fired, and prepared to find a relatively safe path in the opposite direction. However, at this time, Berlin was a large battlefield, and there were battles everywhere, and no one was sure which street corner would not encounter enemy tanks ready to attack, which was in line with Lynn's original sentence of "try your luck".

Realizing that the gas car was controlled by the enemy, the Soviet soldiers did not care whether their own personnel were sitting on it or not, and those who were not swept down immediately chased the car and opened fire, and the dense bullets that exploded in an instant flew in. Some are just symbolic of anger, and some are very threatening. The mirror on Lynn's side was hit by a shuttle of bullets, and the broken shrapnel flew in all directions, and the scratched face suddenly hurt bitterly. Instead of putting on a steel helmet, he became an off-road racer on the battlefield, desperate to get the most out of the car's acceleration while constantly turning to avoid the large boulders and cement blocks scattered on the streets.

Once the speed is high, those small pieces that cannot be avoided can also make the car jolt violently, which makes it more difficult to control the car. Fortunately, the bullets that came from the rear-end gradually thinned out, and Lynn stopped accelerating, and he asked loudly, "How are everyone?" Have you ever been hurt again? ”

"I'm fine! Marcos is fine! The shit Russians are okay too! "Carl. Titchmel was the first to reply.

The unknown German soldier sitting next to Lynn turned his head to look at Lynn: "It's exciting!" I'm alive! It's so handsome! ”

It was obviously not a good thing to rejoice too early, and a moment later, another German soldier in the back row said with a sad face: "Dwek is dead, this poor man ......"

"Who?" Lynn looked in the rearview mirror, and it seemed that the soldier who had been shot and killed was the soldier who was already seriously wounded in the rear.

"Poor Dweik!" When the German soldier in the co-pilot seat heard the bad news, he immediately drew a cross on his chest.

Seeing that he was approaching the next street corner, Lynn began to slow down and asked him the question he had wanted to ask in the morning: "I said...... The three of you were in charge of guarding this Soviet colonel? Is it from the 6th Sector Command? ”

"That unlucky command is gone!" The soldier next to him replied, "We were ordered to escort this guy to the city, but on the way he was shelled by the Soviet army, and then he was involved in the battle, and was caught by the Soviet army before he could break through!" It's disgusting! Before I get to the city defense headquarters, I'm going to beat this guy up! ”

Knowing the general situation of the matter, Lynn stopped asking more questions and focused on the present. At this time, getting out of the car and entering a neighborhood that was not yet fully controlled by the Soviets was also a way to evacuate the battlefield, but Tanze dragged his injured leg and Colonel Matsov was in a very special situation, so he decided to take a chance and drive directly back to the area under his control.

It has only been two minutes since I rushed out of the small streets and alleys just now, but the speed of the car is fast enough, and the actual distance traveled is not more than two kilometers. Before turning the corner, Inspector Lynn watched with his neck and saw no Soviet tanks, and the battle on this side did not look so fierce, so he turned right at the street corner. For the first kilometer after the turn, Lynn did not see the Soviet soldiers, nor was she disturbed by the guns, and just as she felt that happiness came too easily, she suddenly heard a terrible and short scream, and the shells immediately landed on the street in front of her and exploded.

Lynn didn't have time to shout "bow down", almost subconsciously shrunk his head, the windshield in front of him was instantly shattered by shrapnel, and the pain of being cut through the skin by a sharp object came from his head again, the difference is that this time it was injured in the forehead, and it was a paralyzing pain that came into the brain!

"What the hell!"

While scolding angrily, he violently turned the steering wheel, but fortunately, the speed of the car had slowed down a lot, so as not to cause a rollover accident due to a sharp turn. At the far end of the street, there seemed to be a lot of tank wreckage scattered along the street, and the outline was not clear, but the German defenders did not have so many tanks for the Soviets to destroy...... So it seems that it is your own people who are firing in the distance?

When it comes to trying the next fork in the road or continuing to venture forward, Lynn resolutely chooses the latter. Avoiding the crater, he turned the wheel and performed his "lost footwork" when crossing the road, swaying his body on the road even when he didn't hear the sound of the cannons, and for the next nearly a minute, two more shells whizzed down. Through the observation of the power of the explosion, he basically determined that this was a small caliber battlefield artillery, most likely a 37 or 50 mm caliber anti-tank gun, and the artillery position was located several kilometers away, which must be his own artillery fire. So, he honked his horn frequently to remind himself that this was not a reckless Soviet vehicle, but the shelling did not stop. After a short walk, Lynn saw the Soviet soldiers relying on the ruins as a barrier on the side of the street, at first they were in twos and threes, and the further they went, the more they numbered, and then saw the T-34 and Su85 hidden behind the ruined walls and dilapidated buildings, and most of the Soviet officers and soldiers looked at the Gass car that was running forward with strange eyes, probably thinking that it was a messenger sent by the superior to persuade the enemy to surrender, and this finally made Lynn suddenly wake up: he seemed to have broken into a battlefield where the two sides were deadlocked, The relative calm is only because the two sides are accumulating their own strength, and I hope that their unexpected loach will not detonate a fierce exchange of fire in advance, and then die here under the intensive artillery bombardment!

(To be continued)