Moving forward through the labyrinth of birch forests at night, the German soldiers who had fought hard for most of the night walked with heavy steps. Due to the lack of stretchers, several burly soldiers took turns carrying two seriously wounded men who were incapacitated, while four "Night Warriors" carrying large boxes took turns to explore the front of the group, and the rest of the soldiers either supported their comrades with wounded legs and feet, and some helped their comrades carry their guns and equipment. Although Lynn did not hesitate to help his companions, the day was too long for him, and he had not stopped since he opened his eyes, and the ensuing battle consumed his physical strength in the form of wheel warfare, and also put him through the most cruel mental test, his weak body only continued to move forward with the support of his will, and the deep fatigue and heaviness made him feel that he could fall at any moment.

The sky before dawn was completely dark, and there was not a single star in sight in the forest, and even the companions standing a meter away were only vague black shadows in their eyes, and it was "commonplace" to hit the not-so-thick tree trunks head-on. Leng Buding hit the tree again, and Lynn finally stood numbly in place like a toy car that had run out of batteries, unwilling to move a single step.

That's the end of it!

A voice sounded in my heart.

Indeed, Lynn thought that this was a war with no victory in sight, and that he had become a foreign soldier of the German SS only because of his inexplicable crossing. It stands to reason that it is understandable to choose between nationality and ethnicity, and Denmark is only a small European country that is passively involved in the war.

"Hey, soldier, are you okay?"

A hoarse, rough voice came from the side, and Lynn turned her head to see that it was the "Night Soldier" who had almost missed the truck at the end. He was carrying an infrared night vision device left behind by a tall officer, but it may have been damaged when the truck was blown up, and it was not repurposed - only 7 of the 15 "Night Warriors" were now left, and five sets of night vision equipment were not pulled back, and Lynn did not know how many of the original users were killed and the replacement personnel were in place. I calmed down and thought about it, but I was full of sadness.

Judging by the situation, Lynn knew that the end of this war was not far off, and a large number of exquisite weapons and equipment, along with the elite troops that controlled them, would disappear into the long river of history with the fall of the empire. Some of them will become prisoners of war of the United States and the Soviet Union, and some will flee abroad through various channels, and South American countries such as Switzerland, Spain, and Argentina are all carriers of various rumors, and some rumors are indeed exaggerated, but judging from the fact that the Israeli secret services searched and killed the remnants of the Nazis around the world after the war, there are not a few German soldiers who chose to flee. Looking at the special soldier officer in front of him, who had a bad voice but was physically strong and had excellent combat skills, Lynn suddenly had a bold idea in his heart: if he could use the military wealth left by Germany to form an elite mercenary force after the war, he would definitely have a lot to do in the forties and fifties when the reading movement was surging!

"I'm fine! Very good! ”

In the dark, Lynn still straightened his waist and gave the other party a smile, and reached out to pat the big box on the other party's back, "Let me come!" ”

Fortunately, the other party didn't say a few more words, and simply gave the big box to Lynn, it turned out that the connection line between it and the rifle had been broken. The heavy pressure from the arms to the shoulders made Lynn clench his teeth, but when he thought that he already had a post-war plan for the embryo, he carried this big box weighing thirty or forty pounds without hesitation - such a heavy thing The "Night Warriors" carried all the way when they came, and their physical reserves can be imagined.

Although he maintained a distance of at most one position from Lynn, the "Night Warrior" non-commissioned officer did not chat with him, which also avoided Lynn's verbal embarrassment. After about two kilometers of this journey, the pathfinders in front shouted "attention" in a low voice, and the retreating German soldiers slowed down. Lynn craned her neck to look ahead, where the darkness had changed slightly, and there was a faint bright color in front of her. According to the time estimate, it is indeed approaching dawn at this time.

Walking lightly forward for more than ten meters, the boundary between the woods and the clearing had already appeared in front of me. Under such a line of sight, the naked eye is not enough to see the situation outside the woods, but since the soldiers using infrared night vision are very vigilant to stop at the edge of the woods, it means that there must be a situation outside.

After the death of the tall officer, there was no clear new commander in the raiding force, which only half of the men survived, to give orders. The "Miscellaneous Soldiers" still use the "Night Warriors" as the benchmark for their actions, and the seven "Night Warriors" operate as a more tacit team. Seeing that a new situation had emerged, the non-commissioned officer who was walking beside Lynn stepped forward quickly and looked out with the infrared sight in the hand of the pathfinder soldier. Lynn walked gently to their side, leaning against a large tree and squinting out, the open area in front of him reminded him of the open space after crossing the river when he came, and he didn't know if it was the same place or some distance apart, but walking through this open field should be the river that divides the control of both sides.

The open field directly in front of her eyes was empty, but turning to the left in the direction her companions were observing, Lynn saw curling gray smoke and ignorant black shadows that were difficult to distinguish the shape and number, like graves on a mass grave, or a fungus that had just emerged from a piece of rotten wood. Based on the battlefield experience, Lynn realized that there had been a fierce battle here a few hours earlier, and that it had probably happened after he had crossed the river, but this was still not a basis for him to judge the location of this place - it was possible that the opposite bank was the same position with the villa that he had previously garrisoned, but it could also be a new battlefield where the Soviets launched an attack at night.

Some of the "Night Warriors" took out a compass and a map to estimate, and the rest opened their shirts to hide the light of the flashlight as usual, and Lynn leaned in to take a look, and the person looking at the map frowned, and his young face did not have the generosity and calmness of a tall officer.

Will this elite night battle commando be leaderless?

If it weren't for the language barrier, Lynn would have liked to volunteer to be their new commander - inexperience can be built up quickly, professional skills such as orientation recognition can be learned by surprise, and most importantly, he is very confident in his battlefield judgment and control, and shooting skills are hard indicators for a special operations soldier. However, while the military values ability, seniority is also a factor that cannot be ignored, and even if Lynn could display all the excellent qualities he possessed, the superior commander would probably not lightly hand over such an expensive commando to an ordinary foreign volunteer whose file was almost blank.

The prestige of steady play and convincing the public is obviously more suitable for the post of commander than the "nerve knife" that is sometimes angelic and sometimes devilish.

Watching the Night Warriors point at the map and whisper discussions, Lynn guesses that the route through the woods on the way back has deviated from the original route, so that the remaining commandos are now faced with the choice of how to cross the river. If you follow the woods to the old crossing site, you will have the advantage of being able to meet up with the receiving force after crossing the river, but it is likely that it will be dawn by the time you get there. If you cross the river directly from this vicinity, you may be discovered by the Soviet troops on the way, and once you are bombarded by artillery, not a single one of the more than 20 people in this area will want to return to the other side alive.

Looking up at the sky, after a while, the light changed significantly, and it seemed that the dawn time was faster than he imagined, and Lynn hurriedly took out the dictionary and the "German Conversation" from the bag. Before the Night Warriors discussed the final result, he said in German: "Let's take it in a brave stride!" ”

The four "Night Soldiers" gathered around the map looked up at the little soldier from the SS "Nordic" division, and saw him resolutely put two things into his bag, repeating the Führer's usual words: "Let us stride forward bravely!" ”