After successfully crossing the U.S.-Mexico border into Mexico, the commandos packed their spears into their mules and horses' bags, carrying only pistols and daggers. The horse team was led by a rider assigned by the leader of the Indian guides, Lance, a middle-aged man in his forties, whose face was dark and dry due to years of wind and sun. This man can speak English, but he never speaks unless asked. Since crossing the border, he has been at the forefront of the horse team with a very vigilant look.

The terrain on both sides of the border is barren Gobi rocks, and it is impossible to distinguish between the wealth of the United States and the poverty of Mexico by looking at the environment. In fact, the poorer, more volatile and backward the region, the easier it is to carry out intelligence work and arrange for undercover personnel, not to mention that Mexico was a Spanish colony in the early days, and today there are still a large number of descendants of European immigrants, and the blonde and blue-eyed whites are not particularly conspicuous here.

Walking at the back of the horse team on a black mule, Lynn asked German and whispered to the commando next to him, "Do you know who is here to pick you up?" ”

The two commandos in the vicinity were not the same group of Blaze's men who ambushed the American convoy and raided the atomic bomb test site, but followed Colonel Valdes to the Indian village. Lynn thought they would have some important information, but what she got was the most common answer in ancient and modern times: "I don't know."

Well, maybe Lieutenant Spelman was the one with the key, but he had to stay behind to stop the Americans, Lynn thought regretfully.

Less than two kilometers into this, the Indian rider suddenly leaned over and raised his right arm, and the commandos in front whispered in German to "stop".

By the time the command reached Lynn, the horse team had actually stopped. As the highest-ranking commander in the ranks, Lynn spurred his black mules on their way faster, and after a night's time, they were finally back at the forefront of the team.

At this time, the sky was bright, and I saw two horsemen running in the distance on the dirt road ahead, like soldiers wearing military uniforms and carrying spears. Lynn was not panicked at this time, more than 200 American soldiers were packed up, and the two Mexican soldiers were simply not enough to stuff their teeth, but they finally escaped from the United States, and it was not appropriate to cause trouble as soon as they entered Mexico. With this in mind, he cautiously observed his surroundings, and there was nowhere to hide from them, so he asked the commandos to give orders in turn to "stand by and be on standby".

After a while, two horsemen came to them, faces under cylindrical caps, presumably of mixed race belonging to the whites and the natives, standing on horseback two or three meters apart, their weapons but not in their hands, and their mouths speaking in Spanish that Lynn did not understand.

It's important to know a foreign language when you're away from home. If Lynn had known about it, the skills of the girls in college would definitely be used to learn and study various Chinese. Helpless, he had to look back at the commandos beside him for help, but fortunately, one person immediately stepped forward to solve his problem.

"Sir, he asked if we were friends with General Bach."

No wonder "Bach" was faintly identified from the other party's pronunciation just now, and it seems that this is the answering officer.

"Say 'yes' to them." Lynn commanded.

Following the direct instructions of the commander, the commando replied in Spanish. Two Mexican horsemen in blue uniforms looked at each other and whispered to each other, one of them spurred his horse back the way he came, and the other rode his horse forward and said in jerky English: "Please follow me!" ”

First the Native Indians, now the Mexican military, Lorentz. Bach and Valders' arrangement along the way has been an eye-opener for Lynn. If the German intelligence officers sent to North America in the early days had such skills, they would not have been cleaned up by the United States, and the decision-makers of the Third Reich would have basically been blind to important information such as public opinion in the United States and the tendency of the American political axe.

Seeing that the joint personnel had appeared, the Indian who accompanied the team said goodbye to Lynn and hurriedly turned around and ran in the direction of the United States.

By this time, Lynn thought to herself that the battle on Spelman's side should be over, the American side may have lost dozens of men, and the remnants were waiting for reinforcements to arrive. It's just that after this battle, their own personnel will have to find another route to cross the U.S.-Mexico border, and it would be nice if Oppenheimer didn't suddenly "convulsive"...... The team walked along the winding trail for more than an hour, covering more than ten kilometers. As the sun rises, the heat in the air becomes more and more obvious, there is still no lush vegetation in sight, but there are more people, farmhouses, villages in the distance, and diligent laborers can be seen in the mountains. Because of the need to be vigilant at all times on the American side, Lynn's state of mind was difficult to reverse for a while, and he always felt that these bystanders might have leaked the whereabouts of the horse team, but seeing that the Mexican cavalry leading the way had a completely indifferent look, he calmly accepted this situation.

Bending over a large rock, the simple path merges into a dirt road that can be driven, and it seems that it has just rained a while before, and this dirt road has deep wheel marks, but the width of this mark is obviously not left by the tires of the heavy trucks of the American army. Not far along the dirt road, there is a courtyard that makes Lynn feel like a primary school in the mountains, the outer wall of the stone barrier has been mottled and broken, and there is a three-story wooden building with a wooden structure of wood and stone scattered next to it, and there is a tall flagpole in the open space in front of the main building, and the Mexican flag is fluttering in the sun and breeze. A number of livestock were kept in the open space behind the house, and a few cars and old artillery wrapped in canvas were parked in the corner.

It looked like a Mexican military border post or a small barracks, and Lynn wondered if the horse team was finally going to need to change their modern transports here. Belch...... This unfortunate black mule let himself fall behind the horse team all the way, and that's not all, his ass was so sore, that he barely felt it. But with such a rugged dirt road, how good is it to take a car?

Led by Mexican cavalry, the horse team entered the compound, which resembled a "mountain elementary school". The interior is clean, there are no wall paintings or slogans, and the sandy floor is very neatly groomed. There were more than twenty shiny horses in the stables, and a few young men in vests were brushing their manes, and the lively military clothes were quite neat when they came out of the house, but the uniforms were all blue, which was completely unfashionable on the battlefield today. As for skin color, there are also Caucasians, and there are also those with tawny skin similar to those of Indians, and there are mixed-race people in between.

Eager to get off the mule's back, Lynn searched incessantly, hoping to find Bach or some old acquaintance, but it didn't look like a well-equipped stronghold. More than forty mules and horses came in (the Indian tribes left), and the originally empty courtyard suddenly felt crowded.

"Bach friends, welcome to the blazing sun of Mexico! You're tired! Hurry in and rest, we've got a hearty meal ready! A middle-aged officer with a big mustache stood on the steps and shouted, looking like an orthodox white man, with thick eyebrows and small eyes, a high nose, and a fluent German speaker.

Lynn didn't know this guy's rank mark at all, so she had to say vaguely: "Hello, Mr. Officer, I am the temporary leader of this team, may I ask ...... here?"

"El Shoth Border Patrol Camp." The big-liped officer replied, "Mainly responsible for patrolling, guarding and anti-smuggling in the border area." ”

Early Mexico was known for its silver, only to turn into drugs and gunfights. Lynn was a little hungry, but he didn't move: "May I ask our people......"

"Ahh The soldier fiddled with the radio inside, and the commander went to the toilet. Officer Big-Lipped Hu chatted with Lynn without seeing it, and after a moment, he pointed to the side and said, "Oh, he's here!" ”

Lynn turned his head to see that the big smiling face in the sun was so familiar, who else could there be but his "Danish countryman" Diglio?

"Hey, old man, you...... How did it end up here? ”

"Why can't I be here?" Fresh out of the primitive squatting toilet, Diglio tugged at the placket of his shirt, not in the Imperial Guard uniform or the new combat uniform of the commandos, but in the same blue uniform as these Mexican soldiers, except for the quaint cylindrical military cap on his head.

When the fellow saw the fellow, a warm hug was still indispensable, and Lynn asked in surprise and curiosity: "Then what ......is your previous task?"

"I'm still doing it!" Diglio smiled and asked, "How do you think everyone's guns and ammunition got into the United States?" ”

It dawned on Lynn that it was not difficult to transport the commandos into the United States in batches, and it was not difficult for them to wear ordinary civilian clothes, take forged documents, and swagger from the East Coast to the southern desert by train or car, but their guns and ammunition were not so easy to handle.

"If it weren't for the mission, we could even transport the artillery to the United States!" Diglio said triumphantly, he turned his head to look at the commandos who were relaxing their tors and limbs in the sun, and said loudly, "Guys, hurry up!" As soon as we heard from you, we set out to prepare the food. Not only fresh Mexican flavors, but also familiar steak meals! We're done eating, and we're going to have to keep going! ”

"Hey! Man! Lynn grabbed Diglio, who was about to go inside, "Shall we switch to a car next?" ”

"Cars?" Diglio shook his head decisively, "The detachment departed, continued on horseback riding, and then transferred to the train to the marina port, where it boarded the ship and returned to Europe!" ”

Although this sentence does not mention any place names, the general road map has already come to Lynn's mind, and everything is very well arranged - it should be.

"And what about General Bach?" Lynn asked unrelentingly.

Diglio smirked, "You'll see you when you get to the port!" ”

(To be continued)