February 22, 1946, at dusk, Leningrad.

"I want to ...... It should be 2 degrees to the left and keep it in one shot! ”

On the roof of a four-story house facing the street, two men in civilian clothes brazenly fiddled with a small-caliber mortar. You must know that this is not the Leningrad period to resist the German attack, the smoke of the world war has dissipated for half a year, and here, like every city in the Soviet Union Republic, has returned to normal life, except for those that have been specially retained for hunting needs, the rest are handed over in accordance with the regulations, and private possession of firearms is not allowed, let alone mortars, which can be included in the category of medium weapons. However, the two men were not too arrogant to be in the sight of the surrounding crowd, and they were located in the recess of the insulated sloping roof, and there were no high-rise buildings nearby that could be overlooked - unless a flying machine flew by and looked closely, it was possible to detect the actions of these two dangerous elements in advance.

Boom...... This muffled sound was like thunder from the sky, but when you look up, there are only graceful clouds in the clear sky, and there are no heavy dark clouds that attract wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Hearing this, a man in civilian clothes wearing a cloth cap muttered, "That's it! What is the difference between hitting accurately and not hitting accurately? ”

The man in civilian clothes, who had just suggested fine-tuning the mortar, said: "Wouldn't it be more powerful to create chaos if one shot hits the Russian political axe building?" ”

In the direction of the inclination of the mortar muzzle, a few hundred meters apart is the office building of the Leningrad Municipal Axe. In fact, it is a "building", that is, a four-and-a-half-story building with a sparse appearance, which is neither imposing nor blinking, and there are no rows of cars in the open space on the side and back of the building, and if it were not for the sign hanging in front of the wall, people would have thought of it as a newspaper office or a slightly dilapidated private house compound.

Unable to resist the insistence of his companions, the man in the cap eventually adjusted the knobs on the mortars, then took out two mortar shells from the cloth bag and fused them with his hands and feet. If the first shot is not fired, the second shot is used as a backup, and if the first shot is blown up, there is no need to fire a second one.

"Let's get started?" Cap consulted.

His companion straightened up and looked around, the previous explosion must have come from the ambush site in the east of the city, far from the city, so that only the sound could not see the fire and smoke of the explosion. The house they were in blended into the surrounding buildings, and Russian aunts in aprons were visible collecting clothes to dry, and the civilians might have been dumbfounded when they realized that the attackers had placed a mortar in the vicinity and had successfully fired at it.

Boom...... A second boom was heard, this time much clearer, and a black column of smoke could be seen rising from the location of Leningrad's largest power plant. The explosion itself was not very strong, and the amount of explosives used was only equivalent to a few ordinary artillery shells, and its greatest significance was to confuse the Soviet army and disturb the order of Leningrad, and the attackers would take advantage of this confusion to evacuate in time -- it is conceivable that after such a terrible incident, the Soviet army would inevitably launch a carpet search of the city, and as long as the identity of each occupant was carefully and meticulously checked, it would be difficult for the attackers who ventured to stay behind to hide.

Now that the other companions have already acted, the man in civilian clothes has no hesitation: "Let's go!" ”

The cap carefully picked up a mortar shell, stared at it for a second or two, and then placed it in the mortar's muzzle in a tutorial position.

Bang...... This crisp sound was like someone accidentally breaking an unopened soda bottle, and a faint green smoke came out of the muzzle, and the amount of smoke was not as good as that emitted by ordinary people smoking. After the mortar was discharged, the two men in civilian clothes did not look around, nor did they turn around and run, but crouched motionless, waiting silently, waiting for the explosion that should have sounded.

Rumble!

This long-lost voice sounded at the right time, it was a little more violent than a regular grenade, and much weaker than a grenade fired by a tank. On the battlefield, this sound and all kinds of guns, shouts and killings together weave into a war symphony, the soldiers on both sides are fighting for their own fate, when it sounds, no matter what the situation, at least there is still a chance to fight, once they no longer sound, the outcome of victory or defeat has been decided.

The cap probe glanced in that direction, and the familiar gray plume of smoke was rising, and the screams of the people were not yet heard in his ears. The two looked at each other, dropped the mortar and the shell that had not yet been fired, and ran away. It was a race against time, and they descended down the creepy patio to the fourth floor, not going back to their rented rooms to get the luggage they were trying to hide. The two of them hurried down the stairs, and on the way they met those residents who also seemed to go downstairs to see what was going on, and they didn't prevaricate about the crappy street entrance like plainclothes, but just said "borrow", and used the gap like a loach to pass through the gap, and before the people around them could react, they reached the ground floor. Once on the street, they were greeted by residents looking in the direction of the municipal axe with stunned faces, who slowed down slightly, walked more than 40 meters in reverse, climbed into a dilapidated pickup truck loaded with light goods in the designated parking area marked by the street, and when they drove past the street, several uniformed policemen hurried to the building where they fired mortar shells. In just a few moments, explosions rang out one after another in the city, in all directions. The inhabitants of Leningrad may be sounding the most difficult day at this moment, when the Germans sandwiched Leningrad and blocked the sea and the lake area in the northeast with their air force, and at the height of the fighting, it sounded like this was the exchange of fire everywhere.

At this moment, Lynn, who had thrown his Swiss passport straight into the stinking gutter, was sitting in a new truck, dressed in plain old clothes, with fluffy hair and stains, dressed as a mover with Fritz and Pate, and the truck was stuffed with wardrobes, tables and chairs, and whole bags of clothes, which were superficially authentic enough. As for Mitigo and Finterrig and others, at this time they will separately pick up the assault teams participating in the attack and cover at the designated place, and once they meet, they will all leave Leningrad in different camouflage methods in the shortest possible time.

In fact, before talking to Matsov, Lynn judged that it was easy for the Soviet military to find out the general location of the phone through the telephone line (civilian telephones in that era needed to be transferred through the transfer station), so as soon as the call ended, the personnel who did not directly participate in the combat operation were transferred on a large scale, so in the stage of actual deployment and adjustment, Lynn was in the west of the city near the dock to carry out command and control. As he expected, Stalin himself did not risk staying for the Red Army Day celebrations the next day, and it didn't matter whether a stand-in would be arranged. Critical intelligence agents who had been in the vicinity of the summer palace the day before had discovered an unusual situation, and based on the information received by the intelligence officers, Lynn had assumed that Stalin and the military and political leaders were already in Leningrad. In a conversation with Matsov, the general of the logistics department did not disclose this, but Lynn still used him as a fulcrum to pry the big picture. As for the possible way for the Soviet leader to leave Leningrad, Lynn also made careful calculations, dividing the "Sol Task Force" that arrived in Leningrad early in the morning into several combat detachments, which were ambushed on the main railway and road routes to Moscow, Murmansk, and Smolensk, and sent all Mitigo's intelligence officers to monitor the airfield, the railway station, the summer palace, and the Champ de Mars respectively. When the intelligence officers deployed near the train station broke the news that the departure of multiple trains was delayed, Lynn knew that the target had finally chosen the most secure and actually the most dangerous way: the special train!

Listening to the faint roar, Fritz, who was sitting face to face with Lynn, looked outside and said, "It's so lively! It's almost the New Year! ”

Lynn slyly said "hey", the previous raid on Las Amos, and this hunt for the leader of Soviet Russia are all examples of the main line unchanged and the details completely adjusted according to the actual situation. Now it seems that although Andriy is sinister, his vision is still very unique. If Mitigo and the commander of the "Task Force Thor" had carried out this plan, he would have only been in charge of the overall situation on the periphery, and I am afraid that there would not have been such a delicate and bold action.

"Sir, after this operation, will we have a chance to restore the power of the Empire?" Fritz asked wistfully.

Lynn had heard and answered this question many times, and the first step was to take away the atomic bomb experts and technical information from the United States, the second step to rebuild the industrial sphere in Northern Europe, and now the Soviet Union was the third step. From the first explosion sounded, the arrow left the bow, and how far this third step could go can now only be left to the will of heaven.

"There are opportunities, and as long as we remain steadfast in our beliefs, these efforts will eventually make up for the mistakes we made during the war." It's still the same old saying, but Lynn vaguely feels that her current mentality has quietly changed.

Fritz nodded incomprehensibly, and then asked, "What are the names we listed earlier...... Wouldn't it be too cruel? ”

The list provided to Matsoff over the phone was not entirely fabricated, and Lynn had the group include the names of colleagues she knew and didn't like very much, as well as the number of the troops, in order to disguise the true purpose of the operation. As for whether the Soviets would seriously investigate and interrogate these people later, Lynn felt that there might be surnames, so he wrote the guys he hated into it, and in the end, even if they were held in solitary confinement or even tortured to extract confessions, he would not feel too guilty.

Before the operation began, Fritz was silent more than he asked questions, and the operation had reached this point where he seemed to be eye-opened, and the questions were one after another. Just after a while, Pate, who was driving in front, knocked on the window and said, "Attention, there is a check ahead!" ”

After learning that a Soviet armored train had passed through the observation point in the east of the city, Lynn calculated the time of the attack, and when the overall situation was decided, he and Franz and Pate drove away, all the way, their truck had already bypassed the city of Leningrad and arrived in the northern suburbs, even if the Leningrad guards took the means of blockading the whole city, they had already jumped out of this limited blockade circle.

(To be continued)