"20 liters, 20 liters, uh...... Why not 200 liters! ”

Watching his soldiers organize their equipment, load scattered bullets into empty magazines, and put grenades into special satchels or insert them in their waists, Lynn paced back and forth in a depressed way, if it weren't for the Soviet shelling of the trucks carrying supplies, everything would have been perfect. Now, the officers and men of the "Nordic" division have delivered 20 liters of gasoline as promised, which can be calculated according to the engine displacement (0.985 liters of four-cylinder air-cooled gasoline engine) and the actual load, and can run up to 200 kilometers at most, and the actual distance cannot be calculated by road distance. If you want to break out of the Soviet blockade, you must take a detour and drive in the fields.

As night fell, the sound of artillery and explosions broke out outside, hundreds of shells fell, and the whole city of Berlin trembled. In order to prevent an accident at this last moment, Lynn had already driven the VW82 military barrel truck directly to the ground floor of the army library building, and the Soviets seemed determined to wipe the urban buildings and German positions off the face of the earth in order to reduce casualties in the next attack, and this round of shelling was particularly fierce and prolonged. Lynn kept looking at his watch, and the shelling, which began at 5:10 p.m., actually continued until 8 p.m.

After eating bread and filling their respective kettles with water, the soldiers were ready to set off in bucket carts. After Lynn's individual communication, Private Frederick was very determined to join their plan, bringing the total number of passengers to seven. In terms of armament, due to the failure to obtain a new battery, Lynn decided to discard the old battery, which was exhausted and quite heavy, and removed the infrared searchlight, infrared telescope sight and connection line equipped with the assault rifle, while the rest of the people except Noah, who used an 88mm anti-tank rocket launcher, and Tanzer, who used a Mauser sniper rifle, all used MP44 assault rifles at this time.

As the thunderous artillery fire thinned out, Lynn climbed to the top floor of the Army Library for the last time. The binoculars that Bach gave him were to observe the situation of the entire city. The flickering fires in the east and north of the city and the smoke rising in the light of the fires were the most dense, and the battle had spread to the River Spree, which crossed the city—the last bridge across the river had collapsed, and only the bent bridge could be seen lying lifelessly in the river, and the intercepting artillery fire occasionally stirred up mushroom-shaped water columns on the river, and countless dark red points of light were also intertwined on the river, and through the light of the artillery fire, you could faintly see floating objects moving towards the city on the river.

The last and most brutal battle is about to begin...... Subconsciously took out a thick notebook from his pocket and rubbed it lightly with his fingers. With the improvement of his language and reading skills, he was able to read the German written in it, and the psychological world of a young volunteer gradually appeared in front of his eyes. To describe "Lynn. Lynn's "frankness, gentleness, and fantasy" are the most appropriate: he is not good at hiding his inner thoughts, which allows him to gain a precious comradeship, but also fall into contradictions and distress about reality; His surname was meek, and murder was an unforgivable sin for him, but he had to shoot again and again on the battlefield, so that he often had nightmares, and even woke up in his dreams several times and wrote the sequel of the day's chronicle in fear; Like many young people of his time, he fanatically worshipped the leader who had vowed to bring him to the top of the world, and supported his every idea, which was why he overcame his inner fear to be involved in the largest slaughter in human history.

The dim light made it impossible to make out the handwriting in the notebook with the naked eye, but Lynn still remembered many of the words related to family affection. Especially on the last page, there are two sentences written in mud-stained handwriting: Mom, I miss you! Mom, I want to go home!

Mom...... Lynn's face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, although there were still images and fragments in his memories in his dreams, but as time passed, he felt more and more distant from himself in that world, but one thing was for sure, the two could never be completely separated.

For the soul is irreplaceable.

After a while, he sighed heavily, put the notebook in the right pocket of his coat, tucked the binoculars to the left, resolutely turned away from the window, and walked step by step along the spiraling stairs to the ground floor.

"Brothers, let's go!"

The soldiers quickly boarded the car, and the seven men, including Lynn, weighed about half a ton with their equipment, so the chassis of the car sank significantly. This military barrel car looks small and thin, and it was originally designed as a civilian vehicle, but it is very sturdy and durable. Tested for years in the bitter cold and mud of Soviet Russia and the scorching heat and dust of North Africa, it has proven to be competent for most military uses. Lynn skillfully started the car, glanced at the fuel gauge, the pointer position was still close to the bottom line, and the mood couldn't help but be a little helpless and apprehensive, but thinking about it, if his group was forced to abandon the car until the fuel ran out, it would be good enough. As for the road ahead, it's not too late to hike or plan again.

Smoothly stepping on the accelerator, smoothly turning the steering wheel, smoothly driving out of the ground floor of the Army Library, smoothly onto the street under the watchful eyes of the SS officers and men who were ordered to guard the building. The military truck carrying supplies burned to the blackened wreckage, and diagonally opposite it, soldiers of the "Nordic" division were reinforcing the fortifications that had been damaged by the shelling. Lynn saw Lieutenant Letts from afar, and if it weren't for this terrible war, he might have become a successful businessman. Thinking that this would probably be the last time they would see each other, he raised his right hand, and the other waved it in unison.

About a kilometer to the west is the Brandenburg Gate, which has obviously been consciously "cared for" by the Soviets just now, the ground is full of craters, and although the huge portico with the surname is still standing there, there are probably traces of potholes of different depths and sizes on the columns, and on the right position, there is a flak88 that was directly hit by a shell, and it was damaged, and several gunners who had returned from the concealed trenches were standing by and watching it helplessly.

After driving through Parisplatz, Lynn bypassed the Brandenburg Gate and drove west across Hindenburgplatz into Charlottenburgstrasse, following it all the way west out of the city, but it had been blocked by Soviet troops like the rest of Berlin's access to the outside world, and the battle had already reached the famous Star Disc and the Belvede Palace. After two or three kilometres, Lynn turned right onto Victorystraße - there was no current map of the city's defenses, and he relied only on an old tourist map of Berlin to plan his evacuation route based on what he had observed from the height of the Army Library.

Heading south along straight Victory Street, Lynn and the others were soon stopped by the sentries stationed along the street, which had been expected for a long time. Under the name of "Task Force 11 Night Combat on a Combat Mission", it was perfunctory enough to be vigilant about the low-ranking or symbolic check-in posts in Berlin, so that the only real obstacles on Victory Strasse were roads and vehicles damaged by Soviet artillery fire. After a quarter of an hour, they successfully arrived at the fork in the road where five roads intersected, and to the south of this is the embassy district of Berlin, where the embassies of the Soviet Union and the Soviet Union were originally located, but the Soviet troops were in the city, most of the diplomats and their families had been evacuated, and many courtyards and buildings had become fortresses for the German army to build defenses. Here, the cold-hearted gendarmes blocked Lynn's way and asked them to show documents that could prove the mission, Lynn had no choice but to report the name of General Castleler of the City Defense Command, and the respected gendarmes actually returned to the sentry box to call the headquarters to inquire, and what made people even more speechless was that the phone let him get through in this messy battle situation. Fortunately, General Castleler was out temporarily, and his adjutant, the lieutenant who had kept a list of the casualties for Lynn, had a good impression of Task Force 11, so he confirmed the existence of such a force, and vaguely asked the gendarmes to verify their identity.

Lynn's documents were genuine, child-friendly, to put or not to let go, the more serious gendarmes fell into a contradiction, and it was at this time that several gendarmes on two-wheeled motorcycles appeared, and they came speeding from the northeast, that is, the fork in the road leading to Wilhelm Street, and one of them stopped in front of the checkpoint, and the engine of the BMW motorcycle was still rumbling.

"No traffic permitted!" He shouted loudly, and then the gendarmes who had come with him stopped at the surrounding junctions and gave the sentries there a sudden but unquestionable order.

Seeing that the gendarmes who had stopped him bypassed the checkpoint and talked to the companion who arrived on a motorcycle, he pushed the door of the car and walked straight over, and said to the gendarmes on the motorcycle: "Hey, sir, you see, I am the 11th Night Combat Task Force directly under the City Defense Command, and I am on an important mission, can you let us ......?"

"No way!" The gendarme, who wore windproof glasses around his neck, interrupted Lynn rudely without waiting for him to finish, "Don't ask so much, I'll be relieved soon!" ”

Hearing him say this, Lynn's first reaction was that there were important people passing by, but Berlin was full of artillery fire, who would go out to patrol at this time? Could it be ...... The high-ranking people who left before the fall of Berlin?

Thinking of this, Lynn felt a thrill in his heart, when the Führer committed suicide and Berlin fell in history, although there were hardcores like Goebbels who died with their wives and children, many powerful figures in the Third Reich were seeking their own ways of survival. If this is the case, then the chances of leaving Berlin should be correspondingly better if the more knowledgeable and stronger men break through - after all, this is only April 27, and there are still four days to go before the final fall of Berlin.

After a while, a loud roar came from the fork in the road to the northeast. Turning his head, what appeared in his sight was an armored column that could not see the end of the head. The silhouette of the leading Leopard tank, apparently closer, saw that its turret was equipped with a huge infrared searchlight and night vision goggles - this is a rather rare number of "Night Leopards" that have been recorded on the Western Front to kill an Allied tank platoon, and Lynn has already seen its great combat effectiveness in the night battle of Fort Oranien!

(To be continued)