Even if a woman is not made of water, she must be made of tofu!

Lynn thought to herself.

Carried by Wolfrum to Eva, the group returned to the bomb shelter along the road.

Far from being less, there were a few more. Lynn glanced at it, and the four night battle groups that had chosen to camp here were almost all there, and they were all heavily armed and ready to attack.

But now it's seven or eight hours before dark.

Wolfrum put Eva down against the wall, and the female war reporter didn't snort during the whole process, quite like a woman who didn't let her eyebrows go.

Battlefield treatment is a compulsory course for every soldier, so the training camp of the "Vampire" commando does not have a separate course for this kind of course. Considering the two unsuccessful experiences (trying to save Yellow Fur and treating her own wounds), Lynn just crouched aside and watched Wolfrum check the injuries of the wide-eyed female war correspondent.

Rolling up his sleeves, his elbows were swollen. Wolfrum tapped his finger a few times, and Eva immediately "hissed" in pain, and tears welled up in her eyes, and then looked at Lynn resentfully.

For this look, Lynn suddenly wondered: I was saving you just now!

Fortunately, Wolfrum, who did not have a medical license, immediately judged: "There is no fracture, just a dislocation, you have to find a doctor!" ”

"Where can I find a doctor?" Lynn muttered, and then turned to the night soldiers who were ready to fight, "Hey, which of you will pick up the bones?" ”

If you dislocate your muscle, you have to be bone-grafted, and Lynn understands it correctly, but there are two phrases with different meanings in German. Unfortunately, he used it incorrectly.

As a result, the resentment in those big eyes continued unabated.

Of the nearly twenty stinkers, one of them could act as Zhuge Liang, and a sergeant who had not shaved for a long time volunteered to stand up, and without saying much, walked straight to Eva, stretched out a pair of calloused hands, and rubbed his rough fingers back and forth at her elbow for a while, and suddenly each of them exerted his strength.

Lynn didn't hear the click of bones coming back into place, but was startled by the woman's shrill screams along with everyone around her.

It turns out that the woman is not only made of tofu, but also a kettle with a flute.

The bearded sergeant glanced at her fair and well-proportioned face, got up, and said in a low voice, "All right! ”

"That's it!" Lynn repeated.

"Well, alright, it's okay!" Wolfrum was very kind to help Eva pull down her sleeve.

"Now that the problem is solved, as soon as the Soviets' air raid is over, let's send Miss Vottridge back to command as soon as possible!" Lynn said this to his subordinates, and at the same time to the senior female war reporter sitting against the wall.

At this time, the swift and approachable female war correspondent suddenly broke out: "Questions? You say I'm the problem? Sergeant Gargo! ”

Chewing words in German was by no means Lynn's forte, and he hurriedly laughed and said, "Oh, you must have misunderstood, Miss Vottridge, I just said trouble, difficulty, ......"

"Am I your trouble? Your difficulties? Well? The woman glared at Lynn fiercely, and her tone was aggressive.

If it was a battle, Lynn would rather throw up his hands and surrender because he didn't want to argue with a woman—especially this disagreement over different understandings.

He had no choice but to turn to Wolfrum for help.

Since returning from the battle the night before, the veteran has been convinced of Lynn, and naturally he will not fall into the trap at this time. He hurriedly explained to the female war reporter in a good voice, and at this time, the other soldiers in the air raid shelter also cast curious and gossipy eyes, and the female war reporter finally did not ask any more questions, let alone play a scoundrel. She tried to move her arm, and then she stood up with the help of Wolfrum, and said coldly to Lynn, "Just let Gordon escort me back to the headquarters!" ”

In normal times, Lynn was eager to get out, but the enemy planes were raging outside, and the high-level female war reporter in front of her was also an important person sent by the Imperial Propaganda Department.

So, he said slowly and patiently, "Miss Vottridge, I sincerely apologize for the wrong wording. You see, I'm a stupid guy who stammers and I have to do it for Gordon when I introduce the battle, I hope you don't mind! ”

Eva is not the kind of unreasonable person after all, seeing that Lynn's attitude is okay, and judging from the sound of explosions outside and the shaking of the ground, it is indeed too risky to go out at this time, so he glared at this guy hatefully and reluctantly sat down.

With a hint of flattery, Lynn said, "So be it! Comrade Eva! Let me tell you about my earlier infiltration operations as a member of the Night Combat Squad! ”

Big eyes blinked, and his tone softened a little.

"The kind of night combat squad with 15 soldiers and 3 sets of night vision equipment?"

Many ordinary soldiers have not even heard of the name of the "vampire" commando, but Eva can tell the specific configuration of it, which is really not easy to think about. Lynn nodded hurriedly: "Well, that's right!" ”

He then recounted, in the German language of inaccurate pronunciation, confused phrasing, and the occasional need to call for help from his companions, the previous battle as the second lieutenant of Eric's squad, which, although there was an element of exaggeration, was not to be fabricated by the fact that he was received by the Führer and received the Iron Cross and the Order of the Wounded in War.

While listening and memorizing, Eva was quickly attracted by Lynn's way of telling the story. At the end, she made a request: "Sergeant Gargo, can you demonstrate live the scene where you killed three Soviet soldiers with two guns?" ”

"Of course!"

Lynn had already unloaded his night vision gear, and at this time he only had to take a few steps back, get down on one knee, brew for a few seconds, and then show his two-gun skills with extremely rapid movements, and even won the applause of some onlookers.

At the end of the buster-style performance, Lynn was not in a hurry to put the shell gun in the holster, but walked up to Eva and crouched down to show her the new pair of twin guns: "The M1932 submachine pistol, made by Mauser, has a 20-round capacity, range and power than ordinary pistols, and is best suited for positional melee and urban street fighting!" ”

Mauser military pistols existed before the First World War, and later models, although improved, maintained the characteristic silhouette of the main body. Therefore, Eva did not look at these two guns curiously, she thought about it and asked a more professional question: "At the beginning, the army's evaluation of this weapon was that the recoil is high and the shooting accuracy is difficult to control, how did you overcome it?" ”

"If it's just a single shot, its accuracy and range are unmatched by other pistols, and if it's a burst ......" Lynn turned his wrist and laid his guns flat, "you can block a street in a matter of seconds, or take out a row of enemies charging in a row!" ”

I thought that Aiwa would suddenly come to her senses, but she tilted her head and pondered for a moment, and nodded as if she didn't understand.

It seems that this guy really doesn't have much actual combat experience, and he probably doesn't even know how to use a pistol!

Thinking of this, Lynn looked at the holster on her armed belt, which looked small, estimated to be a small police pistol such as PPK or Sauer 38, and was about to ask what was going on, when she suddenly heard a hasty voice behind her: "Oh no, the Soviet tanks are attacking the city and are coming towards the city center!" ”

Since the Soviet army broke through the outer defense line, it was natural for it to enter the city, so the German defenders used the terrain of the city to set up a ring barricade, and relied on buildings and ruins to set up anti-tank fire points, in order to consume the Soviet army with street fighting, and when the time came, they would outflank the two wings of the reserve troops, annihilate the Soviet army entering the city and regain the outer defense line. Listening to this soldier who came back from outside, could it be that the Soviet tank units had broken through the outer barricades in one go?

Lynn got up and turned to the soldier just as fierce gunfire could be heard outside the dugout.

The soldiers who were still sitting just now all stood up at this moment, and the relaxed mood brought by Lynn's two-gun performance disappeared in an instant, and the atmosphere in the bomb shelter suddenly became solemn and depressing.

Suddenly, another soldier stumbled into the dugout. Lynn fixed his eyes and saw that it was the communications officer of the headquarters.

"Combat groups 163 and 164, immediately go to block 5; The 165th and 166th battle groups held off the enemy from the opposite bank building; The 167th Combat Group ...... "the communications corps stopped at an inopportune time to catch his breath," immediately escorted the war correspondent to Block 11, where an armored vehicle was picked! ”

The streets and buildings in the city of Oranienburg had their own names, but the defenders who had been transferred in were not familiar with it, so the command numbered them and issued simple operational sketches. The 11th block was located in the southern part of the city, and the Soviets had previously attacked the northern defense line of the city. In order to determine the route, Lynn hurriedly took out the battle map, which was slightly larger than the pages of the book, and glanced at it, going to the 11th block was much farther than going to the headquarters!

The first four groups of officers and soldiers who received the combat order left the air-raid shelter in turn, and after imprinting the predetermined route in his mind, Lynn quickly put away the combat map, put on his back the infrared night vision equipment that was not useful at this time, and saw that Eva had already gotten up, so he resolutely ordered: "The 167th combat group, go!" ”

(To be continued)