A building that was originally seven or eight stories high collapsed, and the resulting ruins were still four or five meters high, Lynn asked Wolfrum and others to be on guard below, climbed up to find a viewing position that was not the apex but easy to hide, took out the pocket binoculars that Bach had given him from his satchel, and calmly and patiently looked at the block across the road.

Although the Soviets had reached the last German barricade on the east bank of the River Spree, fighting was still taking place in large areas of eastern Berlin. In the telescope, the light that flickered between the buildings and alleys was formed by explosives such as artillery shells and grenades, and the dark red light points that walked through the ruins formed a dynamic starry sky map, and the density of the concentration was the galaxy, around which there was a large area of pure black vacuum.

Following the general route of rescuing Brück's retreat to the rear, Lynn soon found a "galaxy" with a high level of activity near the area where the Soviets had previously been blocked, and the light generated by the battle flickered frequently in the streets and alleys with complex terrain, and the faint sound of cannon could be heard, and the side attacking from a distance to the near obviously had more ferocious firepower.

"Marcos, Karl, where are you? It's damn......"

Lynn muttered to herself, at last, regretting that she shouldn't have let these two inexperienced privates leave the group—protecting them and pushing them into the potential danger of acting alone. But at this point, all we can do is try to remedy it.

After observing for a while, he finally climbed down the ruins by stepping on the cement block that was not compact, looking at the three subordinates who were also confused and embarrassed in his eyes, Lynn said in a tone of self-reproach: "The situation is not optimistic, we had better find the two of them as soon as possible!" ”

"It's really not easy to find two people on such a battlefield!"

Wolfrum echoed without subjective emotion that having served in the Waffen-SS for more than a year, he was far from a veteran in peacetime, but that a series of brutal battles on the Eastern Front had a "catalytic effect". After many previous conversations, Lynn had realized that this soldier had fought many more battles than herself, and had summed up a lot of experience and skills in conventional combat. So, he asked, in a tone of inquiry:

"Is there any way to do it?"

Instead of Wofrum, he just shook his head and said what gamblers and those who want to go out to make a living: "Try your luck!" ”

"That's all there is to it!" Lynn looked at Noah and Brewer apologetically, the anti-tank shooter seemed to have put his life and death on the line, and his expression was unusually calm, and Brewer's expression was very apprehensive at this time.

After a moment's hesitation, Lynn asked him, "Brewer, your battery...... It's out of power, right? ”

Brewer hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Well, there's no electricity at all!" ”

"Otherwise, you take my equipment back to the bridge first, if we can't come back before the defenders blow up the bridge, you can cross the bridge alone, and we will find a chance to swim across the river!" Lynn said as she untied the battery box she was carrying along with her assault rifle. Although there was no indication on the lips, Brewer quickly caught them.

Lynn stepped forward and whispered to him, "If we don't see each other tonight, you can find a way to escape from Berlin tomorrow!" The city would fall for a few more days at most, and the remaining soldiers would be taken prisoner by the Soviets, and Germany would surrender within half a month. If possible, take your family to the south, preferably out of the country! ”

Hearing this, Brewer's expression was a little strange, he looked at Lynn with extremely complicated eyes, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Good luck!" Lynn said goodbye to Brewer with a sudden attitude, turned around, carried the tin box containing anti-tank rockets from Wolfrum with his left hand, pulled the shell gun from the holster with his right hand, and trotted towards the nearest place where the gunfire was most intense.

Noah followed without hesitation, and Wolfrum gave Brewer a strange look before following with an assault rifle in both hands.

Brewer, who stayed in place, was stunned for a while, looked down at the night vision equipment left by Lynn, turned around lonely, and left without looking back.

At the same time, on the side of a small street called Kamanza in the eastern part of Berlin, two German soldiers wearing M42 steel helmets and "pea" camouflage combat uniforms are facing each corner with their backs to the corner, diagonally opposite a broken wooden door, which is like a bar gate in an American western, only below waist height, and there are several torn holes, and the door frame is only half left. Outside the street, the clatter of gunfire was unusually clear, mixed with the sound of chaotic footsteps, the occasional rough and low voice, and in the distance, the rumbling roar was like that of an old tractor plowing the field.

"Marcos, how's your injury?" The slightly childish voice was full of nervousness and fear, and because it was deliberately suppressed, it sounded almost like the sound of a fly flapping its wings.

There were enemies outside, so the other voice was similarly low: "Whew...... That's not good! ”

A burst of gunshots like fried beans seemed to come from the door, and the two of them suddenly didn't dare to come out. When the footsteps faded away, the voice behind him sounded again: "Hey, Carl, listen to me, you go first, if you really can't find the chief, go all the way to the west, and then find a way to meet them when you return to the city!" ”

"You're crazy, Marcos! How can I leave you here alone? It sounded like a big young boy questioning his companion's desperate idea of dating a girl — a fresh and lovely person, but her father was a burly boxing coach.

"But my legs are ......" The voice, which was originally full of frustration, suddenly became playful: "Carl, I don't have much strength anymore, I just want to sit here quietly." If the Soviets find out, I'll shout 'I surrender'!" Then, I think they will send me to the prisoner of war camp for treatment! ”

After a moment of silence, the more immature voice said, "Does it hurt?" ”

"Well, it hurts, it hurts! So...... Carl, don't get hit by a bullet, it's the saddest thing in life! As he spoke, the soldier huddled in a dark corner slowly took off his steel helmet and straightened his sweat-soaked hair, when he suddenly felt a cool drop of water fall on his face, and looked up to see that the entire roof had been torn off, so that he could see the yellowed night sky directly.

"Is it going to rain?" The tone was as relaxed as discussing the weather before going out, and then he said to his companion, "Hey, Carl, let's go!" Take advantage of the chance! I'll try to dress the wound with a bandage, it will hurt, so my temper will suddenly become irritable...... Carl, go! ”

The soldier, still wearing the steel helmet, was extremely reluctant, but he crawled to his feet, clutching in his hand the weapon that had not been removed this time—an old MP38 submachine gun.

"Marcos, you must hold on, and they will come back to save you when I find the chief!"

Hearing this, the soldier sitting in the corner of the wall laughed, still holding his voice down, and said, "You stupid, I just have a leg injury, and using the word 'persistence', it feels like I'm about to die." Hurry up and don't me off! ”

Resisting the fear in his heart, the soldier who stood up helped his steel helmet, sighed heavily in a way that did not correspond to his age, and walked out of the house through the hole in the wall, and before he could take a few more steps he tripped over the gravel on the ground, but fortunately he did not make a loud noise, and he quickly got up again. Looking back, the room was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, and he struggled to take a step under the sound of gunfire and explosions around him, and his thin figure gradually disappeared into another dilapidated neighborhood where ruined buildings and rubble coexisted......

(To be continued)