Baby? Mom? Belch......

Lynn turned his head in surprise, and at this moment he was less than ten centimeters away from the wrinkled and old face in his impression.

Ooh! What kind of old woman is this?

European female surnames are typical of narrow cheekbones, pointed chins, soft hair, spring eyebrows and eyes, and fair skin. Hepburn's stunning appearance can be regarded as a fresh and lovely, well-understood young woman from a good family!

The old woman and the young woman, at a glance, are so different that Lynn can't be blamed for being clumsy. Just imagine, as long as a woman of this age is relatively normal in appearance and spirit, even if she does not wear heavy makeup and flowers, she will not wear such a dark tone without floral ornaments, and she is slightly bent at the waist, which really matches the white goatee from a distance!

The right double eyelids are lined with a pair of beautiful dark brown eyes, but the sadness condensed between the eyebrows is indeed so deep that Lynn can't help but feel sympathy and pity, this is probably the legendary "I see pity"?

Throughout the ages, widows have been in front of many people, and those who are young and thin are especially missed. The strong-blooded Lynn is certainly not an exception among men, but his reverie is more of an emotional material than a physical one: two years after her husband's death, the initial grief may have been diluted by time, but she is still so sad because of the child's ignorance, or because of the increasingly tight supply and the deteriorating situation?

With Lynn's superficial knowledge of European female surnames, the young widow should have been no more than thirty-five years old—perhaps only twenty-five or six. She had only a strand of hair on her forehead, and it looked like her brown and brown hair was coiled back.

In response to his mother's call, the child said "no" childishly, and his hands were still clasped around Lynn's thighs, lest his "father" disappear as soon as he let go. The widow glanced at Lynn, and when they looked at each other, they were each a little embarrassed. She had no choice but to get up, her face was hidden under the shawl again, her back was not completely straight when she stood and walked, and her heavy clothes made her look a little rickety, which was the main reason why Lynn mistook her for an "old woman" in the first place.

Seeing that the child would not let go, Lynn moved her left hand to her thigh and whispered "Katrili". The child reflexively let go of her hand and let Lynn pick her up, not minding him covered in mud and sweat, and quickly and naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, muttering, "Daddy...... Daddy......"

Before getting married, he suddenly experienced the taste of being a father, although Lynn knew that this was a kind of "pseudo-happiness", but seeing the relief in the old man's eyes and the red glow on the young woman's face, his heart suddenly had an itchy feeling: taking them to flee away from the scourge of war, and living a small life of a family of four every day is not a choice in life?

Lynn's thoughts quickly interrupted Lynn's assumptions, and it was now the right thing to escort these civilians to Königsberg as soon as possible. The child is very light, and there is not much burden in the hand, but it is very inconvenient to walk with a box in his right hand and a box in his hand. Lynn had to bend down and put them down one by one—and then she could clearly feel the strength of the little girl's hand around her neck.

"It's okay, Catrily, don't worry!"

Lynn's German is broken, but these few simple phrases are still understandable. The little girl's hand did relax a little, and her obedient behavior aroused Lynn's compassion and love even more.

The real owner of the two suitcases, an old man in a black gentleman's hat, seemed to have followed him early in the morning. Seeing that Lynn had thrown his suitcase on the ground without pity, the old man stepped forward with astonishing agility, only to see him bend down to pick up the smaller but heavier suitcase, muttering something indignantly on the side of his mouth.

As for the wrong, there was something wrong with Lynn's behavior, so he said "sorry" repeatedly, and hurriedly picked up the other suitcase, and the old man stopped his whispering - this guy did not mean to mention the second suitcase himself, but stood aside vigilantly, as if he was ready to "supervise" Lynn to carry the suitcase throughout the whole process.

Lynn didn't bother to bother with this old man who looked like a miser, he landed on one knee, bit the tip of the glove in his right hand with his teeth, reached into his pocket with his bare hand and groped for a moment, took out the candy that he had exchanged with the big soldier with the "** sand" submachine gun in the town the day before and handed it to the little girl.

"Wow, thank you Dad!"

The little girl's crying turned into a complete playfulness at this point, and she didn't rush to open it when she got the candy, but leaned into Lynn's left cheek and gave a loud "uh-huh". You must know that this face has not been washed for at least four days, and the sparse beard is very prickly, and Lynn himself is reluctant to reach out and touch it.

Although this small fragrant kiss could not completely sweep away the depression and heaviness in Lynn's heart, at least at this moment, he found a new spiritual support, and his body and mind became much more relaxed. Putting on his dirty velvet gloves again, he picked up his suitcase and walked forward with a brisk pace like never before.

The old man and the woman didn't say much, and silently followed Lynn with their respective luggage. With the sound of heavy carriages and the occasional groan of pain, the procession of nearly a hundred people slowly made their way along the winding dirt road. If this speed was maintained, it would have been a matter of a day to reach Königsberg, 40 kilometers away, but Lynn was not so optimistic. He knew that the physical strength of the old and weak women and children could not be counted on at all, and it was just a matter of stop-and-go, and he had to watch out for Soviet air raids during the day, and he had to be careful to prevent freezing, skidding, and loss at night. It is also unrealistic to want to greet many people with the ability of one person, and Lynn quickly made up his mind: the old man in the bookstore is kind to him, and the little girl is destined for him, whether it is public or private, he should take care of this family. As for the rest of the team, they can help whoever they can, and they really have no choice but to let God arrange it.

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when the team set off, and the winter dusk always came early. Before it gets dark, the temperature has dropped significantly. The little girl snuggled in Lynn's arms fell asleep with sugar in her mouth, Lynn unbuttoned her shirt almost without thinking, the coat and military uniform were very wet, which was naturally not as comfortable as the bed, but the body temperature of the two slowly created a small warm space. The temperature from his chest made Lynn's heart, which was originally covered with ice armor, also surge with warmth.

After walking for two hours, the leading Wehrmacht sergeant finally turned around and gave the order to "rest in place for a quarter of an hour". This kind of trip was quite easy compared to the experience of the previous two days, and Lynn didn't feel very tired, but the civilians around him were like being amnestied, and they gasped and beat their backs to the side of the road to rest. Lynn turned her head to look at the old man and the woman in the bookstore, and although they were not exhausted, judging from the old man's gray face and the woman's staggering steps, their physical condition was not much better.

Putting down the bag, the woman stepped forward to hug the little girl, and Lynn knew that the other party was trying to lighten her burden, but the little girl was sleeping soundly—probably the first good sleep she had slept in many years. So he shook his head at the woman and put his right index finger to his lips in a booing motion.

The woman was a little surprised, but not stubborn, but stood in front of Lynn and poked her head out to look at the little girl in his arms. Seeing that his daughter's face was ruddy, and the corners of her mouth occasionally moved, she was relieved. She brushed her right hand over her ear and moved the shawl back about an inch as naturally as if she had just walked into the house from a rainy day, and a delicate and delicate face and smooth forehead appeared in the faint moonlight.

She didn't look like a country and a city, tiredness, sadness and helplessness were clearly written on her face, undisguised, unconcealed, like a hibiscus that had just come out of the water, and her true colors appeared.

In the past few days, all of Lynn's male surname hormones have been used for survival and killing, and in the case of not worrying about his surname for the time being, he suddenly felt a little confused in the face of such a lonely young surname......