In the world outside the air-raid shelter, the artillery fire of the attacking and defending sides is staggered, like rolling thunder, and the gunfire is sometimes tight and sometimes sparse, like the sound of rain. Midsummer did not come early, but the endless noise was like a storm that had messed up the season, and it was tireless.

The world in the bomb shelter is dreary and depressing. The Wehrmacht and SS soldiers who were resting here numbered fifty or sixty, whether wounded or not, all with gloomy expressions and dazed expressions, like lost children, pretending to be strong, but not knowing what to do.

It was in such a contrasting environment that Lynn fell asleep. After a night of fierce battle, more than ten hours of high concentration, even an iron-clad man will be tired, not to mention the trust and expectations of his companions. But his sleep was not steady, and he saw many familiar faces, Frings, Jonas, and Enrique, all neatly uniformed, energetic and radiant, holding their heads high in the mighty procession, as if waiting for a review before the battle. In front of the team, countless tanks have a majestic and invincible momentum, such a prosperous military appearance, who would believe that they will eventually fail?

When Lynn suddenly woke up because of the tremor on the ground, she felt as if she had slept all day, but when she looked at her watch, just over two hours had passed.

Reluctantly got up and patted his very heavy head, Lynn saw that the soldiers under his command were not all napping, the 16-year-old high-quality "Little Zhengtai" Titchmel opened his eyes, and it was rare that Tanze fell asleep on his shoulder, and the usual roles of the two people happened to be reversed. In addition, Brewer, who is sitting cross-legged, is staring at his leather boots with a complicated and tangled expression, perhaps thinking about how much he needs to walk next, or thinking about how to grease the soles of his feet.

Lynn got up and walked over to Titchmel and whispered, "Hey, Carl! I'll go out and take a look, Marcos' gun is borrowed! ”

With that, he picked up a Mauser sniper rifle from Tanzer's side—during the day, he used it to see far away much better than the infrared telescope on an assault rifle.

Titchmel looked at Lynn with wide eyes, a little surprised, a little dazed.

Lynn wanted to give him a calm smile, but found that the heavy mood and stiff facial muscles made it difficult to make this expression, and finally just nodded at him and walked out on tiptoe.

As soon as I walked out of the bomb shelter, my eyes were still a little uncomfortable with the brightness of the day. It was still a cloudy day, with no blue sky in sight, no sun in sight, but the clouds overhead were at least not as gloomy as they had been in the previous days. The rumbling of cannon is so close and distant that it is easy to create the illusion of being in the middle of the battlefield, and the type of firearm that sounds like firecrackers in the bomb shelter can be roughly discerned from the outside.

"Sir, what's wrong?" Brewer followed, and seeing that Lynn didn't have night vision gear, he also left his own set inside, carrying a normal assault rifle that probably belonged to Wolfrum or Brück.

"Come out and breathe!" Lynn said as she turned her head to look at him. Among this group of subordinates, perhaps only Brewer, who is "halfway home", has a closer idea to himself, but ...... Does he deserve full trust?

Brewer set up a "pergola" on his forehead with his left hand and squinted to the left and right, apparently noticing the concern in Lynn's eyes. He sighed: "If a city has become like this, how much manpower and material resources will be spent to rebuild it after the war!" ”

Big projects often mean big profits, but Lynn didn't put his mind on that, because he knew that post-war Berlin would be at the forefront of the East-West confrontation, with spies and agents running rampant. It is difficult to run a business here! If you want to play with flowers here, it's even harder!

If you want to write about your ambitions on the future scroll, the predicament in front of you must first be overcome and get rid of, Lynn turned her head to look, although the collapsed building above the bomb shelter was not as complete as the directional blasting, but it was basically back to its original material state, and it could only be vaguely identified from the slightly larger fragments.

"I'll go up and have a look!"

It was a reminder that the other party was not asked to follow or not to follow, and Lynn picked up his rifle and climbed over the ruins, which was somewhat similar to rock climbing, and it might be easier in terms of difficulty. Instead of climbing to the top, he found a stable, barrier-free position halfway above the ground. The sound of the Mauser sniper rifle and the gray strip of cloth wrapped around the sniper scope were made by Lynn when he was at Fort Oranien, and although it was simple and crude, it could still serve as some cover.

Hearing the sound of rustling from behind, I knew that Brewer was still following. Lynn picked up his rifle and looked straight ahead through the 4x sniper scope, and it was easy to see the two collapsed buildings that had returned to the ground in the morning, and their silhouettes looked a little different, presumably they had been shelled by the Soviet army for more than two hours. The barricades along the street were still under German control, and they were surrounded by several dilapidated buildings with only the skeleton of the outer frame. From Lynn's position, two anti-tank guns with barrels flush with the ground could be seen. One is the most common FLAK88 in World War II photographic sources, the original 88mm anti-aircraft gun model, which is characterized by a tall gun mount and a huge gun shield taller than an adult. The soldiers had built a sandbag bunker around it, so that only the swaying steel helmet could be seen from the outside, but the gunner's body could not be seen. The other gun is estimated to be a 75 mm or 88 mm caliber special anti-tank gun, except for the barrel and bracket are extraordinarily slender, its structure and contour characteristics are very similar to ordinary infantry guns, the entire height of the gun mount with the gun shield may be less than the chest position of an adult, and the concealment surname is naturally ideal.

In the short time that Lynn observed, the FLAK88 embedded in the barricade line and the special anti-tank gun placed behind a broken wall in the ruins opened fire one after another, although the sound of the cannon was a little different, but it sounded very loud, and Lynn also noticed that a lot of shell shells rolled around them, it seems that they have repeatedly bombarded those Soviet tank fighting vehicles trying to break through the barricades, maybe the white circles on the barrels have accumulated to a surprising number!

Brewer climbed to a lower position than Lynn and stopped, but this was at best a reflection of his outward class concept, and as for his inner thoughts, Lynn did not think that he would be as innocent as Tanzer and Techmel.

"Whew...... What a curse! Fighting everywhere! ”

Hearing this, Lynn turned her head to glance at Brewer, who was leaning sideways and looking behind her. Except for a few buildings and anti-aircraft turrets, the rest of Berlin's buildings were so razed that it looked like a labyrinth of the end as far as the eye could see, with gray-black plumes of smoke gradually dissipating or forming in all directions. Faced with the bleak scene, Lynn said to himself in his heart: only by going out can there be life, otherwise it will sink together with this hopeless city.

Turning their gaze back to the front, the Soviet troops advancing from the east of the city to the center of the city did not have only one way to go, following the fierce gunfire and frequent flashes of fire, on another street perpendicular to the barricades, it looked like hundreds of Soviet infantry were advancing along the ruins. They sometimes fired at the broken walls, sometimes under the cover of their companions, and several Deshka heavy machine guns with shields and wheels were shouting from behind the rubble pile a little farther away. Lynn watched as he gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do about the goal of more than two kilometers in a straight line, and it was not the most painful, as he watched the olive-green painted T-34 drive around the corner like a toy, and he longed to transform himself into Iron Man and destroy them one by one with a small but powerful weapon.

Fantasy can't solve the problem of reality, and suddenly, Lynn opened his left eye, staring weakly ahead, and suddenly felt that the sky over Berlin was a little eerily quiet in the face of such a stalemate on the ground. After thinking about it, it has been more than 30 hours since I came to Berlin, except for the occasional reconnaissance plane or two flying far away, and I actually didn't see the hordes of Soviet planes.

No, of course not. Lynn looked into the distance, the tall anti-aircraft turret was like a candle on a large square dining table, a single light was faint, and a collective light could illuminate a large area, and there were a large number of scattered anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns in the city, these anti-aircraft weapons were a limited threat to the British and American Allied heavy bombers flying at high altitudes, but it was a different situation to deal with the relatively weak defense of the Soviet medium and light bombers. Moreover, after years of Allied bombardment, the defenders of Berlin simply built positions and held their defensive lines in the ruins, and ordinary air raids could hardly achieve similar results in field warfare.

Thinking of this, Lynn's mood was slightly soothed, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw something moving, and hurriedly looked down: a German infantry squad of more than ten people was moving quickly in the direction of the barricade, except for an anti-tank rocket launcher, the others were ordinary firearms and weapons, which were acceptable to deal with the Soviet infantry, and wanted to resist the menacing T-34 or even KV-2?

Lynn shook her head inwardly.

Looking back, the reverse stretch of their path had long been blocked by collapsed buildings, so to speak, the infantry had come out of the dugout where they had been. Thinking that the Wehrmacht soldiers in the same place had received the order to transfer, Lynn feared that something would change, and returned to the ground slippery. When he approached the bomb shelter, the number of people left behind was indeed a little smaller, and most of his soldiers were awake at this time.

"Those soldiers have received orders to fight?" Lynn placed the Mauser sniper rifle in front of Tanze, but the young private's reaction was a little sluggish.

"Oh, sir, a communications soldier came just now and called them away, as if the front position is almost untenable!" Brück replied on his behalf.

Although he saw the Soviets advancing through the streets in the distance, Lynn could not bear to undermine the confidence of the soldiers, and deliberately said nonchalantly, "Oh, yes? Maybe they're just going to reinforce the defenses! I saw two heavy anti-tank guns on the side of the defensive line, and they destroyed a lot of Soviet tanks in a row, which was really exciting! ”

From Oranienburg to Berlin, German soldiers who had fought many bitter battles were probably more accustomed to hearing gloomy news, and even Tschmel did not react with a bright eye, but there was no shortage of words of praise for their comrades and bad comments on their opponents, and everyone was aware of each other's encouragement and comfort.

Brewer followed him back to the bomb shelter, and when he saw that everyone was chatting optimistically, he also picked out the pitiful positive part of what he had seen and told his companions. However, after only two cigarettes, the signal corps came again with the order of the headquarters, and the nine Wehrmacht soldiers who had been given the number of the unit resolutely got up, and after they left in line, they asked the signal corps about the battle situation in front of them, but the answer they received was only "the battle is fierce."

"It's April 26th......" Lynn calculated, the fall of Berlin and the end of the empire were like rapidly decreasing numbers on a time bomb, but she was tied to it tightly, and it seemed impossible to stay away from an inch at the time of the explosion.

(To be continued)