Learning to ride a horse also depends on the surname, some people can try it, and some people still can't learn the essentials after ten days and a half months.

When it comes to gun fighting, Lynn is a high-potential, high-energy calf, but this otherworldly talent has not been brought to the small Indian village in the southern United States. Two long hours had passed, and the elite of the Imperial Guard was still sitting on his horse like a shy chick, his legs clamped. As long as the horse ran a little faster, he would like to bend down and lie on the horse's back, such an embarrassing situation is like some fencing master who has been learning to swim and can only watch the beautiful girls play in the water on the beautiful beach.

It was past midnight, and the mules and horses were ready to march towards the border, and in two hours two more trucks arrived at the village under the guidance of Indian riders, and the commandos were ready to go on the road with a little adjustment. The captured specialists and technicians were divided into two categories: those who showed cooperation, untied the ropes and let them ride alone, and those who were stubborn, had to tie their hands and feet, gagged and draped across their horses, and were led by accompanying Indian riders or horsemen. For this kind of crossing, the Indian tribe sent a full 20 excellent horsemen, who would carry weapons to escort the whole journey, plus 15 commandos and 5 specialists, this horse team was exactly 40 people.

With departure imminent, Lynn had no choice but to choose a smooth and gentle mule. Putting on his commando uniform, carrying an assault rifle on his back, and riding on the back of a short mule with his sturdy body, even he felt comical. Although their colleagues were very respectful, they were quickly ridiculed by Dr. Oppenheimer, who also rode a mule. I don't know how Colonel Valdés negotiated with him, but the German Jew, who had just been captured, was so resentful that he stood in the midst of the group of people who had shown a compromising and cooperative attitude. Based on the importance and significance of this guy in the atomic bomb project, Lynn was particularly surprised to be able to cooperate, and as for the contempt and ridicule shown by the other party, he didn't bother to care.

Without any horn or howl, the team of horses set out, and Lynn rode a docile mule to count them. Each of the 40 men had one horse, and more than 20 horses were used as spare and to carry combat equipment, ammunition, and classified materials looted from the atomic bomb test site. Seeing that these Indian riders all had indifferent expressions, and thinking that most of them were motivated by attractive interests to join this dangerous operation, they probably did not think about the terrible impact on the world after the group of people and materials they escorted sneaked out of the United States and finally returned to the secret base in Northern Europe. However, even if a limited nuclear war broke out, the winds of the atomic bombing would not blow above their heads, and as for the victory or defeat of the country and the change of regime, it had little to do with them, the oppressed, discriminated against, and even forgotten Indians.

Although the truck in which Dr. Frank and Major Blaze were in had not yet arrived, with Oppenheimer and Fermi, two crucial top physicists, and a number of drawings with key surnames, Lynn was able to leave with the horse team with relative peace of mind. Colonel Valdes and his command remained in the village, and though no one spoke of it, Lynn felt that the capable staff officer would not ride as an escort in the back, but would choose a more dignified and honorable way to leave the United States—money could open all joints without prisoners and supplies, at least in theory.

After leaving the village, the team quickly left the narrow, broken dirt road and burrowed into the more rugged mountains. The direct border between the United States and Mexico is nearly 2,000 kilometers long, and Lynn's location is no longer actually the boundary of New Mexico, but the southeastern region of Arizona, which borders Mexico only to Texas in length, with more than 400 kilometers, and the mountainous and desert Gobi terrain on the border is basically half of the border.

After two hours of struggling with riding, hitting the road and getting used to his new mount, Lynn quickly revealed his true colors, tirelessly asking his leader, Lieutenant Spelman, and the middle-aged man, nicknamed "Lance," the leader of the Indian guides, about the arrangements for the trip and the situation on the other side of the border. He soon learned that in an era when there were no cameras and no remote alarms, the U.S. border guards, like their counterparts in other countries of the same era, were still guarding their borders in a more primitive way, so it should not be too much of a problem to pass through this complex area at night.

After asking these serious and orthodox questions, Lynn also felt that the rest of the trip should be smooth sailing, so she asked Lieutenant Spelman in German: "His nickname is 'Lance' because of his excellent shooting skills?" ”

The Indian guide had several sentinels at the front of the group to be far away to scout the way, and since it was still a long way from the boundary line, the men in the team did not need to be extremely cautious in their words. The lieutenant laughed, "Ha, you can ask this question yourself, most Indians are proud of their nicknames, unless it sounds clumsy and funny." ”

Curious about the various affairs of this era, Lynn asked the guide in friendly English.

The innocent-looking Indian said calmly: "In my first battle, I killed a white man, an adult man, with a spear, and he was using that gun to drive away the people who were teasing us, and that was 30 years ago. Then I buried him in the desert, and no one found his bones, and the matter was over. ”

Hearing such a statement, Lynn's first reaction was that these Indians had ostensibly gradually adapted to their current roles, but they still had a deep prejudice against whites, perhaps ...... The Reich was able to lucratively benefit them and use them to build a new intelligence network in the United States. Although this idea has a certain feasible surname, Lynn thinks about it very seriously, he is not very interested in intelligence work itself, and aside from luck itself, his methods are too small compared to a really good professional spy.

"Actually, the first time I went into battle, I used a spear, and I almost lost my surname." Lynn shared her experience with the Indian guide, "Even though the spear was too slow, I used it to practice my marksmanship. Later a pair of short guns were used, well...... If I had to choose my own nickname, it would be good to call it 'Twin Gunslingers'! ”

The guide said in his fluent English, "Twin gunslingers? There used to be a warrior in our tribe called 'The Man with Two Guns', who used your German-made pistol, but he left more than ten years ago, and I heard that he was going to the east to do some kind of dangerous living. ”

The dangerous business must be robbery and murder, and maybe he joined a famous gang. The gangster gunmen on the screen who fought in the streets with Thomson submachine guns made a deep impression on Lynn, and even rivaled the bandits with two guns in the East. These ruthless men can kill each other for profit, but Lynn believes that their backgrounds and relationships are much more complicated than those of the Indians. Before the outbreak of World War II, German immigrants in the United States and Americans sympathetic to the Third Reich regime were ready to move, but in the end they were suppressed by American political axes and gangsters, not because the American gangsters were patriotic, but because the Jewish financiers had enough capital and strength for them to do their best.

While they were talking, a horse galloped forward, and an Indian boy in a cowboy costume reported something to their guide leader in a jerky Indian language.

"The U.S. [***] team has set up sentry posts, machine guns and armored vehicles at the pass."

When relaying the situation to Lieutenant Spelman and Lynn, "Lance" remained calm.

"We brought two improved RP54/2 with an effective range of 200 meters, capable of taking out any kind of armored vehicle and the vast majority of tanks in the world." Spelman pretended to be calm, of course, he also knew very well that the start of the war would inevitably attract the nearby peripheral American troops, even if his team could enter Mexico before more American troops arrived, it would bring unimaginable obstacles to the follow-up personnel, and even lead to the discovery and removal of the Indian village used for personnel reception just now.

"Besides that pass, there are other roads nearby!" Lynn asked slowly in English.

"Of course, it's just longer and harder." The guide turned his head and clearly handed over the decision to the white Germans, who had spent a lot of money to impress the tribal leaders.

Before Lynn and Spelman could take a stand, the young Indian rider who had returned from exploring the path muttered a few more words. The guide's face finally changed subtly, he pondered for a moment, and said in English: "Our sentry found that there was also a US military guard post on the other road, although the number of them was small, but once the shot was fired, it would directly alarm the troops at the pass - the distance between the two was less than 5 kilometers. ”

Lynn thought for a moment, "If I can be sure that there are no other secret posts near the guard post, I have a way to kill them without making a sound." ”

"There's no way there's any other sentry hiding around!" The Guide replied directly, and then he asked about his outpost again, and then nodded to Lynn in the affirmative.

Camouflage sentinel is a compulsory subject in the training of the "vampire" commando, whether it is fighting on the Eastern Front or the Western Front, this trick can be called an appetizer for night raid operations, even Lynn, a rookie who was very scared of melee combat at first, gradually cultivated into a sentinel expert, and this trip was the first to hunt a number of American GIs.

"How many of them are there?" Lynn asked.

The young rider understood Lynn's words, but still told the guide the answer in Indian, who then weighed the trade-off.

"Four or five people, horses, tents, machine guns in their hands." The guide said.

"That's easy!" Lynn briefly consulted Spelman's opinion, and brought three commandos over to touch them.

"You...... All right? Spelman stopped talking.

Lynn looked down at herself, "Of course, I'm still very strong." ”

"I mean horseback riding!" Spelman reluctantly reminded.

"Uh......" Lynn looked pained.

"I'd better go!" Spelman cleared his throat and said "Good evening, guys" in an American tone.

"I have nothing to do in the past ten days to learn American language." He explained.

In addition to giving a thumbs up obediently, Lynn didn't have much to say, his riding skills were not good, and this time he had to act as a spectator.

(To be continued)