After leaving the city defense headquarters, Lynn drove the soldiers to the defense area of the "Nordic" division first, but no longer to find someone, but to ask the military medical officer to operate on Tanze. In the fierce and brutal battlefield, pulling out the warhead and stitching up the bullet hole was only a simple minor operation, which was successfully completed in less than half an hour. Because there was no injury to the muscles and arteries, the military medical officer said that Tan Ze's injury only needed to be well recuperated, and there would be no sequelae under normal circumstances. In addition, the dedicated medic also bandaged Lynn with abrasions caused by shrapnel fragments.

By the time Lynn and his party returned to the Army Library, located north of the city, it was already dawn.

Standing in front of the window with only a shooting hole, Lynn finally saw Berlin again, a city that had almost been reduced to a large ruin. Across the Spree River, there was rising black-gray gunsmoke, and the sound of cannon explosions never stopped, and the gunfire was like a never-ending rain. Further afield, the boundaries between buildings and streets have blurred and become truly "out of reach".

Brewer was assigned to be on the first shift and the rest of the soldiers were put to sleep first, but Lynn himself was worried about the safety of Wolfrum and Noah. Silently descending the stairs, he got into a military barrel car and drove along Unter den Linden to the Bridge over the Spree River, when the Soviet heavy artillery, which had advanced to the eastern outskirts of Berlin, had begun to bombard the downtown area frequently, so that the road was frightening. A single burst of whistling shells can destroy an entire building or create a large area of instant damage in the streets. In order to avoid these non-targeted shelling, Lynn had to once again plunge into the "urban off-road", driving through the streets and ruins in a thrilling way, and her driving skills improved by leaps and bounds like the language. He finally arrived at the west bank of the Spree River Bridge, but the scene in front of him made his heart heavy. Although the city defense headquarters sent additional reserve troops to the east of the city before dawn, the vigorous offensive of the Soviet army could not be stopped, only to see groups of German soldiers retreat across the bridge in disarray, and several "Tiger King" and "Panther" also retreated to the east of the bridge, and under the guidance of the infantry who used field telephones to communicate with the front line, they raised their guns and fired grenades into the distance.

Lynn anxiously watched the soldiers who had withdrawn from the bridge, trying to find familiar faces in them, but time passed quickly, and all he saw was unfamiliar faces that had been lost through vicissitudes of life. The majority of these soldiers were SS troops, and Wehrmacht soldiers were often small groups or scattered groups. The proportion of wounded among them is very high, and some even more than half of them are wounded. Some officers wanted to borrow Lynn's barrel car to transport the seriously wounded, but at this time, an effective means of transportation was more valuable than guns or even belongings, so Lynn had to politely refuse under the excuse that he was running out of gas and had a special mission. In this way, he stayed up on an empty stomach until more than 11 o'clock, and finally saw Noah holding the "Tank Killer" bazooka in both hands on the bridge deck, and saw Wolfrum covered in blood behind him.

"Hey brothers, I'm here! Over here! Lynn shouted with relief, and the frustration on their faces when they saw him was gone, but the staggering steps could not hide their exhaustion. Seeing that Lynn had gauze wrapped around his head and iodine wine on his cheeks to reduce inflammation for the wound, he couldn't say a word of complaint.

Lynn stepped forward to hug one by one, and seeing that Wolfrum had only suffered some skin injuries, and Noah was even more unharmed, he showed a bitter but relieved smile, and hurriedly beckoned the two to get into the car.

"Marcos and Carl are back, and Marcos's kid was shot in the leg, but his injuries are fine." Lynn said to the two men who had returned with great difficulty, "I'll take you to the 'Nordic' division to treat your wounds, their troops have not yet been engaged in battle, and the military doctors are not too busy!" ”

"My injury is just a minor problem!" Wolfrum's mouth was stiff, and his words touched the wound on his head, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

Lynn's sight of Wolfrum in the rearview mirror was not at all funny. At this time, Noah asked, "How is Sergeant Brück?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Lynn's mood immediately cooled down, and he shook his head in disbelief: "Another brave warrior has escaped the distraction of killing and reported to the land of benevolence and love!" ”

"One day......," Wolfrum looked up and sighed, "we will be liberated too!" ”

Lynn didn't answer, turned the steering wheel intently, and managed to navigate around a crater while maintaining a speed of 50 yards. When I came back, I probably met the Soviet artillery for dinner, and the streets under the linden tree were almost over, and there were no shells falling. But Lynn was not in a relaxed mood, he glanced at the fuel gauge from time to time, the pointer was completely at the bottom, and he had no experience to say how far this situation could go - according to the power and weight of the VW82 barrel truck, those few liters of gasoline were enough to run forty or fifty kilometers quite well.

Shout...... As soon as he heard this sharp and rapid "whistle", Lynn didn't look at the rearview mirror at all, and saw a street in front of him, and quickly hit the steering wheel to the right. The military barrel truck, painted in yellow-green camouflage, immediately turned to the side alley - it was surrounded by two rows of tall buildings, and several tanks and assault guns were parked along the street, which was a relatively ideal place to hide from Soviet shelling, but the stones and cement falling from the buildings were everywhere, and ordinary wheeled vehicles could choke on them.

The situation did not allow Lynn to pick and choose, the Soviet artillery shells had been smashed down like meteors, and the light and flames produced by the explosion instantly pierced his eyes through the rearview mirror, and he had no choice but to step on the accelerator, and the military barrel car suddenly neighed like a striking war horse, and rushed into the depths of the street.

The wheel crushed a cement block larger than a fist, and immediately jumped violently. Lynn, who was holding the steering wheel, was fine, but Wolfrum and Noah were almost thrown out, and they had to hold on to the handrails beside them, and the anti-tank bazooka that Noah put on the side jumped high - fortunately, there were no rockets, otherwise they would really have to worry about this thing "getting angry" by itself.

The deafening explosion scene was thrown outside the streets, but Lynn did not dare to relax in the slightest, the ensuing screams and huge explosions made the ground and the surrounding buildings tremble, the strong impact and the high-speed flying shrapnel scattered countless debris in the high places, the streets and alleys were suddenly filled with smoke and dust, debris scattered, and the VW82 barrel trucks that looked smart and convenient jumped forward in a thrilling way, and the armored soldiers in black uniforms along the road flew into their respective tank assault guns.

It was only after driving fifty or sixty meters from the entrance of the alley that Lynn slowed down and finally braked on the side of a Leopard tank. This is undoubtedly the most dangerous position on a battlefield where the two sides face each other, but the situation is very different now, if the side building suddenly collapses or a large area of the wall cracks, then the tall and solid body of the Leopard tank will win more chances of survival for the small military car parked next to it and the passengers in it.

Although the tremor and falling objects in the depths of the alley were much less severe than those outside, the panzers also entered the tank and closed the hatch just in case, and the last man was about to get in through the turret hatch, when he saw the military barrel car coming to the tank, he stopped for a moment, and probably saw that there was only a low-ranking SS sergeant and two soldiers sitting in the car, he did not mean to say hello, but left a cold glance, and then retracted into the turret and slammed the hatch shut - all this happened to be taken into Lynn's sight, Suddenly there was a feeling of being slighted. Of course, this was only a very occasional case, and there was no verbal expression on the other side, and Lynn did not say much, but remembered the Wehrmacht lieutenant who resembled "Yankel" on the East Prussian front and the officers of the high command who made things difficult for him in the underground fortifications of Berlin, and suddenly felt that the hierarchy of the real world was sometimes more terrible than the enemy in front of him. As long as you are at the bottom, you will never be respected and recognized by most people. Now, the turning point of the times has arrived, if you don't seize the opportunity, let alone become a master, maybe even the most basic right to survive will be difficult to guarantee!

(To be continued)