It was not until night fell completely, and the German armored column, which had rested for the day, cautiously left the birch grove and marched north along the relatively rough road in the field - Lynn determined the direction by means of a military compass that he carried with him. It also meant that they would be heading to ports in northern Germany that had not yet been captured by the Allies, rather than the Bavarian mountains as most people believe.

Perhaps considering that the road ahead was still fraught with danger, and perhaps not wanting to expose his innocent children to a wounded SS non-commissioned officer all day, Goebbels and his family switched to a more defensive vehicle, the "Panther" tank. According to Brewer's observations, the family of eight was divided into two, with Goebbels taking three children in the front and his wife and three other children in the back. In this way, the "Black Panther" tank they were riding in earlier was indeed specially modified, otherwise how could it be "tolerant and large"?

In the absence of the big man, it would be easier for Lynn and his soldiers to talk. Brewer made some important analyses based on his own observations, such as the fact that although the 12th Army sent tanks, armored vehicles, and fighters to meet them, their vehicles and personnel could only stay at a distance while the armored column was resting in the birch forest, and only a few vehicles providing fuel and supplies were allowed to approach. In this way, it is very likely that even the commander of the 12th Army, General Wink, was ignorant of the inside of this armored convoy, especially the escort targets, and acted on the orders of the Supreme High Command. Following the re-departure of the armoured columns, the F-FDTL combat units were re-joined the escort procession, which included several "Stalker" light destroyers, several No. 3 assault guns, and a number of armoured vehicles and trucks carrying combat infantry.

After the first two hours of relatively slow marching, the armored column drove up a road with a largely intact road surface but completely destroyed bridges, and thus increased its speed considerably. In ordinary streams and depressions, the garrison has sent people to survey the terrain in advance, and soldiers stand there to guide the tanks and armored vehicles in the convoy to slow down, and on the wider river, they either temporarily erect pontoon bridges or set up posts to guide the convoy on a detour. In general, such a road is much easier than when breaking through from Berlin.

Due to the travel limitations, after midnight, the tanks in the column gradually ran out of fuel, and the accompanying armored vehicles also stopped. The supply vehicles sent by General Wink arrived almost instantly, and the drivers began to busily refuel their respective vehicles and carry out repairs accordingly. Together with the support vehicles sent by the 12th Army, there were more than 50 tanks and armored vehicles in the entire armored column, which can be regarded as "unprecedented in scale", but it is far from being compared with the German Iron Lion that dominated the European continent in those years. Despite the order, this time it took a precious hour and a half of the night to refuel. It was a mixed bag: the armoured tanks that had broken down and were on the verge of lying on the ground were able to hold on, and two Leopard tanks, which had fallen behind due to mechanical problems, caught up, but by this time it was just over two hours before dark. Although they could not hear the sound of guns in Berlin, the German officers and soldiers in the team all knew clearly that every minute and every second, a large number of robes fell on the defensive positions one after another, and every inch of Berlin city was soaked in the blood of the warriors!

The car jolted and hurt the wound, and Lynn could barely sleep all night, waiting until the sky was slightly bright, and she felt the salty smell of the sea breeze in the air.

"Sir, the sign says it's 40 kilometers from Stralsund, and we're going to Rügen?" Titchmel's words reminded Lynn of the question Catrili had asked during the retreat to Königsberg, and he closed his eyes, nostalgic for Catrili's innocent cuteness and Alice's mature charm. This way to the north, closer to Denmark, what he felt was not nostalgia, but a longing that could hardly be classified as family or love, like a soldier remembering cigarettes and a cat remembering fresh fish. Discarding it does not damage the body and mind, but it creates an indescribable sense of emptiness...... To Titchmel's question, Breuer replied to Lynn: "If the convoy continues north, we will naturally go to Rügen, but ...... I don't think our final destination is that resort! ”

"Oh! Makes sense, so we should be going to sail by boat, right? Will the final destination be Denmark or Norway? Or is it something more distant? Probably having eaten and slept enough, Titchmel's chattering gesture was almost like that of the shy and shy fellow at the beginning—and when he got acquainted, his mischievous and curious surname was revealed.

These questions, let alone Brewer, are estimated to be unanswered even by many mid-level commanders in the armored column. But then, Titchmel whispered, "When it's dawn, will there be enemy planes?" Are we going to hide in the woods for another day? ”

Lynn didn't bother to talk, but just said disdainfully: "Come on, come on!" To hell with them! ”

After a moment, Techmel was really surprised and said, "Sir, it's not good! Here they are! ”

"Huh? Allied aircraft? Lynn suddenly got up when she heard this, but she pulled on the shoulder wound and immediately gritted her teeth in pain.

"It seems to be ......," Techmel could finish his sentence when he was interrupted by the equally startled Wolfrum.

"Hey! Don't you listen to sounds? This is our fighter, our 'swallow'! ”

"'Swallow'?"

Lynn turned his head and saw a light gray warhawk with a nimble and elegant posture passing in the distance with the unique roar of a jet engine in the morning light, which was another classic work of the German aviation industry dedicated to World War II, leading the first fighter of the jet age, the ME262A. The lone eagle didn't fly all the way to the southwest, and soon after it skimmed over the convoy, it turned around to the east, and the morning glow happened to dye the nose and the front of the wings a faint red light. In the sad atmosphere of the imminent collapse of the Third Reich, what a poignant scene it must have been!

"It is said that this place is close to our largest aviation test site and R&D base, and it is normal to maintain an elite fighter force!" Brewer speculated.

As for the geographical distribution of Germany, Lynn can only be regarded as "somewhat aware", roughly knowing the location of some large cities and the direction of major rivers and mountains, of course, he cannot talk about some small and medium-sized towns and special places like native Germans. He thought about it, the "largest aviation test site" that Brewer mentioned should be the Penemünde base, where the cutting-edge aviation and rocket technology of the German Third Reich was located, and wouldn't that be very close to the headquarters of the "vampire" commando?

This is also a question that only Motchig knows. In the blink of an eye, several piston-powered monoplanes suddenly appeared in the western airspace, and the outline of the "Mustang" fighter was also very recognizable. Seeing from afar the German jet fighters whose individual combat effectiveness was one grade higher than their own, these American-made "Mustangs" did not retreat, but rushed over with great momentum. Undeterred, the lone "Swallow" saw it deftly turn again, and with a loud roar, it rushed head-on towards the Allied fleet.

With a distance of a thousand meters, the Allied fighters fired rockets first, and the scene looked spectacular. The German Warhawk immediately pulled up the nose of the plane, shook off these air-launched rockets using mechanically triggered fuses without much effort, and then circled at high speed, eating the opponent raw by virtue of its power advantage, and easily went around the flank of the "Mustang" group, and shot down one of them with the first short shot. Suddenly, another ME262 flew from the east, and the two "swallows" will soon become one, they are like swallows before the arrival of a thunderstorm, and like a pas de deux on the skating rink, full of tacit cooperation with each other, making this airspace a big stage for them to display their charm.

At the same time when the fighters of the two sides had an air battle, the armored column quietly turned to the east, and soon entered the woods, and waited until the two warhawks of the fierce battle left separately, and the convoy continued to move forward in broad daylight. After about 40 minutes, they arrived at Greifswald, a small seaport facing the Baltic Sea - it has a long history, but it is small and relatively rudimentary. When the armored convoy finally stopped at the dock area, Lynn saw several black "hunting sharks" floating near the shore, their streamlined bodies were extraordinarily compact, like sharp swords hidden in the water, one of them was particularly slender, and the volume was at least one size larger than the one next to it, the curved line of the conning tower was quite modern, and the sleek deck did not have the usual submarine guns, looking neat and generous, and there was no trace of dirt.

Looking around, all the buildings in the port area are closed doors and windows, there is not a single civilian in sight on the empty streets, and there is no strict guard of three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, as if an airport has been abandoned for some terrible reason, only the surrounding high ground can see the artillery positions covered by camouflage nets, but with such a density of ground anti-aircraft fire, it is impossible to drive away the wolf-like Allied fighters. As soon as the officers got out of the car, they called on the soldiers to set up a tight inner cordon around the pier. Let Wolfrum take command and lead the soldiers on a mission, while Lynn and Tanze, who also suffered a leg injury, sat next to the armored car. As far as the eye could see, the Panthers were parked at the very edge of the dock, the burly SS soldiers busily helping the special passengers to get out of the cars, and the sailors on the submarines also came ashore to assist. Twenty or thirty meters away, Lynn vaguely saw the soldiers carrying a stretcher onto the submarine, followed by two medics, followed by the Goebbels and their children, and a lady in a light blue dress.

Finally, Lynn saw Lorentz. Bach, in such weather, he was still wearing that black leather jacket, and the brim of his hat was very low, but his tall figure, handsome countenance, and extraordinary momentum were still so conspicuous, and when he saw the important people boarding the ship one by one, he turned on the spot and looked around, silently urging the soldiers to speed up. At the end, his gaze collided with Lynn's expectant eyes, and he froze his body and raised his right hand to the brim of his hat, which looked like a military hat was straightened, which could also be understood as a traditional military salute. Lynn stood up resolutely, stood up with her head held high, and saluted with one arm. At this moment, all the previous heaviness, sadness, confusion and fatigue are swept away, and the mind is like Lorentz. Behind Bach, through the narrow channel, there is an endless blue sea

(To be continued)