At about 1 p.m., Lynn's jeep finally arrived at an abandoned mine in west-central New Mexico. The German commandos in US military uniforms were embarrassed and tired, and their physical strength and energy were exhausted by successive battles and continuous marches, but they were able to rush to the US atomic bomb test base at lightning speed, capture important experts, grab a large amount of information, and jump out of the US military cordon in an unexpected way and speed.

Having only learned of the existence of this temporary rendezvous point more than a dozen hours ago, Lynn was curious about everything here. The mine is located between sand dunes and rocks, and the early mining has left behind railroad tracks, wooden frames, and several rough mine entrances, which look lonely and desolate. There was nothing mysterious about the abandoned mine itself, and Lynn heard from fellow commandos that when the superiors decided to send the commandos, they were not sure where there was a suitable hiding place nearby, and it was only after the first commandos who arrived in the United States searched for it. As for the condition of the mine in the past, and why it was abandoned, they still do not know.

Looking at the atlases printed and published by the Americans themselves, Lynn already knew that New Mexico was a mineral-rich region, and when she thought about the gold rush of that year, how many Americans and Europeans came from afar, how spectacular the scene was, and there were countless legends left for future generations. As the years passed, the rich, the robbers, the thieves, the famous detectives, the bounty hunters, these sensational characters of the time were buried in the long river of history, leaving only abandoned and empty mines.

The jeep drove straight to a hole level with the ground, where stood a commando armed with an MP44 assault rifle, twenty-five or six years old, with a face completely alien to Lynn. He had apparently anticipated the arrival of his own men, and had not mistakenly greeted the vehicle with a bullet as it approached from a distance.

Pushing the door and getting out of the car, Lynn first stood up and saluted, and then said in a calm tone: "I'm Lynn. Gargo, now the prefect here is ......"

The commando replied in a sonorous voice, "Sir, you are now the supreme commander here!" ”

"Huh?" Lynn was swept away by the slightly tongue-twisted words, and he had a little hope that he would be able to meet Lorenz here. Bach, or a school officer who can take charge of the overall situation - the point is that they have planned the way back in detail, so that they can embark on a safer retreat without too much brainwork.

"Until Major Blaze arrived, you were the supreme commander here!" The commando repeated it very seriously.

Lynn peeked through the hole, which was more than two meters high and nearly three meters wide, and it was not as dark and deep as an ordinary mine road, with a narrow rail running inward, and as far as the light could see, Lynn could see the four-wheeled trucks parked one after another. They are not as powerful as the heavy trucks of the U.S. military in service, and their thin bodies look like they don't have much load, limited power, and they look a little shabby, similar to the condition of the mine.

"Alright! How many of you still have now? What other equipment and supplies are here? What's next for our next steps? ”

"There were six of them, four of whom were on guard on the four sides of the mine, and I and another companion were ordered to wait here. I was in charge of using the receiving radios, and Carl was in charge of repairing and maintaining these trucks. There are 8 cars in total, and our next move is entirely up to you. With that, the commando turned his head sideways and shouted twice into the passage: "Carl! Cal? ”

Suddenly, a young man with a white vest stained with black stains got out from under a truck, put down the pliers and wrench in his hand and ran quickly, saluting Lynn with a dirty face.

"Sir, Private 1st Class Karl. Steelholm reports to you! ”

After listening to the commando's previous answer, Lin Enxing's excitement suddenly cooled down a lot, and he asked helplessly: "Can these 8 cars start at any time and run a long distance?" ”

The young "car mechanic" replied gently: "I can drive, I can run, each car is loaded with extra fuel, and it is no problem to walk 200 kilometers in one go, and the shabby tarpaulin, complete sets of clothes and corresponding goods are also ready!" ”

"General Bach hasn't been here?" Lynn asked reluctantly.

"General Bach?" The two commandos looked at each other, but replied in unison: "No!" ”

"Which commander arranged for you to wait here, and where did you get these old ordinary trucks?" Lynn asked.

"It's Colonel Valdes, sir!"

It's him?

Lynn was slightly taken aback, Valdes was the deputy chief of staff of the Imperial Strategic Staff, Lawrenz. The most senior and powerful military staff officer in Bach's staff team, he actually came to the United States with the commando, so isn't the Imperial Staff without a leader?

The "car mechanic", who was played by the young commandos, then added: "These trucks were purchased by us in the last two weeks from various towns hundreds of kilometers away, the farthest is about 300 kilometers, and it took two days to drive here. ”

Spend two weeks preparing? Lynn was secretly surprised, such a planned, division of labor and well-planned operation is the real big battle, compared to the family, his trip to the United States is like a child playing a family game, and he entered the Los Amos atomic bomb experimental base by mistake, and it is also thanks to the common sense of physics decades later that he reluctantly deceived the wise Dr. Oppenheimer.

"Didn't the Colonel say what we're going to do next?" Lynn asks a second time about what to do.

"No, he only told us that once you or Major Blaze arrive here, we will obey your command unconditionally!" Again, the two commandos gave the same answer.

Is this a game of chess to solve the game?

Lynn felt very depressed at first glance, Bach and Valders, the two are also top experts in the planning of special battles, since the vehicles that received the response were arranged in this abandoned mine, and the warning deployment of the American army was successfully disrupted by radio, why not do it to the end, send Buddha to the west, and properly arrange the follow-up route, but let himself find a way to get the way back. But after thinking about it, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the special operations are even more so, even if Zhuge Liang is reincarnated, I am afraid that it will not be possible to accurately predict the course of the operation before the operation begins, not to mention that the initial task of the Brazz commando team is only to ambush the convoy along the road, and the attack on the Los Amos atomic bomb test base is completely a temporary decision made by itself. If I had been a little unlucky, I might have lost all of my men and failed by now.

In the next half hour, two jeeps and three trucks finally arrived. After reuniting with Bratz, Lynn naturally handed over the commander of the operation to the official Imperial Guard major, and he still played the role of "brain" on the side. The two quickly discussed, and although it was almost dark in about four hours, they decided to switch to a truck as soon as their radio misdirection tactics did not last long.

Although the eight trucks were able to take care of each other in a row, this was too conspicuous in the sight of the US pilots. At Lynn's suggestion, Braz ordered the trucks to depart and disperse in turn, carrying the most important personnel as quickly as possible: Lynn took Oppenheimer and six more commandos in the first truck, Dr. Frank in the second, Dr. Fermi in the third, and other physical experts and classified materials in the fourth, fifth, and sixth trucks, respectively, Braz took the six wounded in the seventh, leaving two commandos and an eighth truck here to wait to pick up the seven commandos who had been left behind the Los Amos Hall last night.

Before leaving, the radio station installed in the abandoned mine received some important signals, which were interpreted by the communications commandos and ran to tell Lynn that their response personnel had just issued a new combat alert in the name of the "New Mexico National Guard" in an effort to redraw the attention of the American troops to the vicinity of Albuquerke.

The U.S. military has already been fooled once, and Lynn doesn't think the effect of the repetition will be too good, but such interference is better than nothing. Ignoring the fatigue of running around and changing roles, he once again put on his old short-sleeved shirt, messed up his dark hair, hid a cz27 pistol with a silencer in his trouser pocket, and had an old-fashioned shotgun at hand. This time, the commando who drove the car chose a slightly older one, with a thick mustache and a pipe in his mouth. These disguises were not the most wonderful, and what left Lynn a little speechless was that Colonel Valdes had the commandos prepare the guys to cover their identities early, and the truck was loaded with a whole basket of vegetables, although it looked a little bad, but it was a dry and hot New Mexico after all. In order to prevent the key players from causing trouble at the critical moment, the commandos tied up Dr. Oppenheimer, who was supposed to attend the first United Nations General Assembly in the near future, into rice dumplings and stuffed them into the innermost part of the carriage.

There is a dirt road in good condition to the south from the mine, although there are no American planes or guard posts in sight, but this civilian truck still failed to drive more than 25 miles per hour as Lynn wanted, although its age is not enough to exceed its own, but the years still leave a deep mark on its mechanical body, not only gasping when running, but also feeling that many parts are making noises because of looseness, which makes people worry that some parts will fall out when it is open. Fortunately, after the overhaul and maintenance that was prepared, it shook and drove steadily, all the way south until dusk, looking at the beautiful scenery of the Gobi Desert, Lynn couldn't help but be a little intoxicated, and even thought of himself as an ordinary civilian running around to make a living.

(To be continued)