Less than 500 meters east along a dark alleyway, a relatively spacious street appeared in front of Lynn's eyes.

Because of what happened to Eric's team the night before, and because there was already a Soviet commando in the area, he stopped, and did not plan to use the lucky mirror to find the Soviet shooter lurking in the corner of a certain building or ruins.

Even with the help of infrared night vision, this is not enough to rule out the danger.

Seeing Lynn's raised right arm, the 13 soldiers of Berlin's 11th Night Task Force silently dispersed their guards. The three sets of night vision equipment were designed by Frings, Brewer, and a soldier from Eric's Night Combat Team, Gut. Swift carried that they had no previous experience of training together, but they still had a tacit understanding of occupying the three outer corners and patrolling around with a high degree of concentration.

Jonas had left the team, and Lynn consulted with Brück, "You must have left the sewers last night nearby, right?" ”

"Probably right!" Brück replied.

Lynn asked again, "Why didn't you continue down the sewers last night?" ”

"Blockage!" Brück said without hesitation, "The Soviets are approaching, and the guards blow up the sewer mouth ahead on their own!" ”

So that's the case, Lynn nodded slightly, "The guards should only plant explosives at key sewer intersections?" ”

"I don't know!" Brück replied without any excuse.

In this case, Lynn ordered: "Let's find out if there is a manhole cover nearby!" ”

Soon, someone whispered, "Here's one!" ”

Lynn didn't say a word: "Down!" ”

The conditions in the sewers were still so bad, but as a soldier during the war years, it was nothing at all. Continuing east along the slippery, narrow, low sewer branch, a quarter of an hour later they entered a secondary main line where the soldiers could at least walk upright, but soon they came to a very complicated fork in the road, where four secondary main lines and eight branches were divided into upper and lower levels. What's even worse is that before Lynn could make a judgment and choice when he walked to the fork, a series of dark red points of light came head-on, along with the louder gunshots that were obviously amplified - in the case of insufficient psychological preparation, the special operations elites who had been born and died on the battlefield many times only bowed sideways very reluctantly. Fortunately, the shooter was obviously not equipped with night vision equipment, and roughly guessed the direction of the target based on the sound of his footsteps, and the bullet hit Lynn about ten centimeters away from his head, and the debris stirred up on the hard sewer wall splashed on his face, and the pain was as clear as a pinprick!

Unable to deduce whether it was friend or foe based on the sound of gunshots, Lynn quickly turned the gun forward and unscrewed the switch of the infrared searchlight, but there was no shooter in the night vision goggles.

The opponent was hiding in the shadows, and Lynn was unwilling to go back the way he came, so he immediately shouted: "SS! ”

Luckily, the answer was also in German.

"What's the number?"

Lynn did not let his guard down, and while waving his hand to signal the soldiers behind him to move forward, he replied, "The 11th Night Combat Task Force under the Berlin City Defense Command!" What's your number? ”

"The 8th National Assault Battalion under the 221st Garrison Command!" The other party not only reported the number, but also made a request very vigilantly: "Say the name of the commander of the city defense?" ”

One by one, the soldiers walked by, Wolfrum tiptoed clockwise along the fork, and Brewer walked counterclockwise from the right, trying to find the lurking gunman by sound.

Lynn feared that this was the enemy's way of obtaining information, so she said, "I say the name, you say the last name!" Lorentz! ”

At this moment, the voice suddenly rose one degree and roared viciously: "No! ”

Before the guy could lean out and open fire, Wolfrum, like a wolf tracking his prey, swooped down and rushed into one of the sewer branches, and the soldiers who followed him, along with Brewer and others who were detouring from the other side, hurriedly followed, "hands up" and "don't shoot" cries mixed together.

Without hearing any more gunshots, Lynn guessed that the other party was really an ally, and when he walked through the fork in the water, he saw Wolfrum walking out with a limp in his arms: "Sir, this guy shot us!" ”

Lynn took out the flashlight she was carrying, unscrewed it and took a picture of the other person's face and body, this guy was indeed wearing a dirty gray uniform with no army logo, looking depressed and aggrieved, like a schoolboy who had just been upset by his senior classmates.

"You're from the National Assault Battalion? What is your name? Even though she had almost been hung up by this guy earlier, Lynn spoke to him in a more soothing tone.

This guy completely lost the confidence of the conversation just now, and said in a slur manner: "Hans...... Hans. Kruger! The 221st National Assault Battalion! ”

"Sir, this is his weapon!" Brewer was carrying an equally dirty submachine gun, which looked like an early model MP38.

Lynn only glanced at the gun, "You're behind?" ”

"Uh, well, I've been here for a day, do you have anything to eat?" The guy asked pitifully.

After touching a small piece of bread in her satchel and throwing it to him, Lynn turned to her men and said, "Be on guard!" ”

No one spoke, no one walked around, and the only sound of sewage seemed to be in the underground space, but when you really calmed down, it was not difficult to hear the sound of gunfire and explosions.

After waiting for a minute and resting for a minute, Lynn estimated that this guy had also finished eating bread, kindly took out the kettle and gave it to him, and then asked, "Your companions blew up the sewers, so you have no way to go, and you don't dare to go out alone, right?" ”

After several sips of water and a sigh of relief, the thin, almost fifty-year-old creature reluctantly admitted.

Lynn cautiously put away the kettle, still asking in a calm tone, "Then you should know which sewer leads to the Soviet-controlled area to the east!" ”

"Huh? Are you going to Soviet-controlled areas? The straggler reacted violently, as if it wasn't just an enemy-controlled area, but a terrifying man-eating monster.

"Our mission is to sweep out the Soviet soldiers who broke through to the 8th defense zone!" Lynn said in a firm tone.

"Oh my God, you guys...... You're not crazy, are you? The guy wiped his mouth with his sleeve with his raised hand, "Do you know how many Soviet troops there are in the 8th Defense Zone now?" In addition to soldiers, there are tanks, artillery and armored vehicles! ”

Lynn would rather it be just the alarmist words of a coward, but he also knew in his heart that one day was enough for the Soviets to do it.

"Tell us the right path!"

"Are you sure you want to go? Are you really sure? "This guy seems to have suddenly been possessed by a famous mouth in the future.

"Do you want to go too?" Lynn said disdainfully and coldly.

The poor militiaman of the National Commando seemed to finally realize that the group in front of him was not going to return to the rear with him, and he turned and pointed to a sewer, and then begged before Lynn and the group left, "Can you give me some more food?" ”

"Are you going to stay here until the war is over?" Lynn asked coldly, and took out a second piece of bread from his bag that was about the same size as a slap and gave it to him, while Brewer unloaded the MP38 magazine and looked at it, making sure that there were still bullets in it, and threw the gun back after loading it, and teased in a playful tone: "Be a lucky long-lived mouse, goodbye!" ”

Walking through the dark, damp sewers, Lynn suddenly felt that she was in a situation similar to that of a rat.

After walking long along the narrow sewer spurs, hearing the same fierce gunfire in the sewers, hearing the deafening sound of huge explosions, and hearing the screeching sound of tracked vehicles passing overhead, Lynn and his soldiers were completely unmoved—as long as there was no collapse ahead, they could go forward bravely. However, there were two breaks, and they had to turn around and try a new route at the previous double or triple junction, then turn on their flashlights in a relatively safe place to identify and adjust their direction with the military compass they carried with them. In this way, it felt like they had spent a very long time in the dark world that originally belonged to rats, and they finally saw the staircase leading to the ground at a fork.

"Guys!"

Before walking up the stairs, Lynn turned to the soldiers who followed him and said, "It's an honor to fight alongside you, and if we can survive this adventure together, we will cherish each other's brotherhood in this life, take care of each other, and support each other!" ”

Such words may sound a little polite and hypocritical at the wine table that pays attention to human feelings, but on the battlefield where life may dissipate at any time, it can easily move people's hearts and instantly shorten the psychological distance of comrades-in-arms.

"Heaven bless!" Lynn finally made a cross on her forehead and chest, prayed sincerely, and led the way up the stairs.

(To be continued)