"Hey, Zodart!" (German: Hey, soldier!) ）

Hearing this voice in a daze, Lynn didn't realize that it was calling himself, and then he was gently pushed on his left shoulder, and he suddenly opened his eyes. Bending over beside him was a German soldier wearing a steel helmet with large ears and a submachine gun on his shoulder.

Seeing that Lynn was awake, the soldier made a "follow me" gesture. Lynn was about to get up, but found that her right shoulder, right arm, and right side of her abdomen were all "occupied" - the woman was leaning on her shoulder, the little girl was clutching her elbow, and her head was resting on her abdomen, about where the liver and spleen were, and she was sleeping soundly.

Seeing the mother and daughter, Lynn remembered that she had talked to them for a while before, and watched them fall asleep with her own eyes, and had planned to hurry up to study the two "divine books", but she also fell asleep unconsciously. Turning his head to look at the "white goatee", he seemed to be awakened by the sound of the soldier just calling for him, and looked at Lynn sleepily. As Lynn carefully moved Catrili's little head, he reached out from the other side to help, and then moved the woman's head slightly to the right along with her upper body. In this process, the mother and daughter did not wake up, but moved naturally in their sleep.

Nodding to the old man, Lynn scrambled to his feet, grabbed his assault rifle and followed the soldier out. The dim moonlight shone on the snow-capped fields, and everything in sight was so peaceful. A dozen soldiers had already gathered around the first carriage, and by the time Lynn and the other two arrived, the soldiers responsible for escorting the civilian contingent were basically ready.

The Wehrmacht sergeant who led the team was not very tall, with small eyes and protruding cheeks, and although he was not as fierce as the "butcher", he also gave people an impression that he was not easy to mess with. "At the current rate," he said, "we will not be able to reach Königsberg until this time tomorrow. A few of the wounded are not doing well, and they have to be taken to the hospital as soon as possible! ”

The wounded he was referring to were wounded civilians transported in wagons, mostly elderly, and middle-aged women who were not too old. Their physical condition is not comparable to that of soldiers, and there is no way to properly treat wounds, simple bandaging can only deal with minor injuries, and if the injuries are serious, they really need to be sent to a hospital with certain treatment conditions as soon as possible.

The soldiers subconsciously looked at the two carriages, and although the road was difficult to walk, the endurance of the horses was always better than that of people. As for the civilians who were originally lagging behind, although they have also arrived one after another during this time, it is obviously unrealistic to let them continue to march without resting.

"My idea is to send two men to follow the carriage first, and then turn back when we reach Königsberg." Probably not wanting the civilians to hear, the sergeant deliberately suppressed his voice, he glanced around the soldiers' faces with his eyes, and seeing that no one raised any objections, he continued: "I know a fellow countryman who is at the Königsberg garrison headquarters, and if I find him, I hope to get a car, so that we can transport civilians to the city in a few round-trips, and our mission is successfully completed!" ”

These words sounded easy to understand to the other soldiers—in order to save the lives of the seriously wounded as much as possible, and at the same time to find a way to get a car, the sergeant had to follow the carriage to Königsberg. However, Lynn, whose German language level was less than that of a three-year-old German child, was very incomprehensible to listen, so he had to memorize the sentences he did not understand, and then have the old man of the bookstore, who was Cazzeri's grandfather, translate them into English, which would at least be easier to understand.

"If you don't have an opinion, Cole and I will escort the carriage!" The sergeant said in an inquiring tone, but who could have a better opinion at this time?

"Then it's decided! In my absence, the team consisted of ...... You, SS corporal, are in charge. The sergeant pointed to a skinny SS junior non-commissioned officer opposite.

Standing in the midst of a group of Wehrmacht and SS soldiers, this SS 3rd squad deputy (junior squad leader) had no way to shirk it, so he had to take it head-on.

The sergeant asked the soldiers to carry a black pot and six-and-a-half-sized burlap bags from the wagon. Judging from their appearance and outline, they should be filled with bread and potatoes. If you save it, it should still be possible to cope with the seventy or eighty people to eat four or five meals.

"Okay, disband, rest separately, and recuperate!" The IDF sergeant calmly gave the last order before leaving.

Seeing that the soldiers around him were scattered, and he was not specially selected, Lynn hurried back, and couldn't wait to read the words and phrases he had memorized in his heart to the old man - time was in a hurry, and it was inevitable that some words would be misremembered, but fortunately, the old man was also well-informed, he pondered for a moment, and relayed to Lynn in English what had just happened.

"Oh......"

Lynn suddenly did not realize that although he was familiar with the development trend of this period of history, the main weapons and equipment of the warring parties, famous generals and some classic war examples, he did not understand the local people, let alone the habits and conventions of people in dealing with some small things. Whether the IDF sergeant had the civilians in mind or took the opportunity to slip away, he could not see through it, and he had no say in it.

The old man didn't comment on it, but just asked Lynn for a drink. Re-screwing the lid of the kettle, Lynn remained on one knee, her eyes turning from the old man to the mother and daughter, who snuggled up to each other and slept soundly and deeply.

Suddenly, the sound of the carriage moving woke up some civilians, as the last group to mobilize, their desire to evacuate their homes was not strong, so there was no panic in this situation, and the remaining soldiers quickly explained the situation to them. The vast majority of the civilians returned to their makeshift resting quarters, and when the sound of horses' hooves and wheels faded away, the woods were quiet again.

Gently lift the corner of the blanket, stretch your feet, bend your legs, and move back to your previous position little by little. In the cold air, you can smell the woman's hair and the little girl's body fragrance, this "fragrance" is very light, and it is not as fragrant as perfume, but it has a natural feeling that no perfume can synthesize. It is a part of ordinary life, and only those close to it can smell it.

Lynn had no intention of sleeping, looking down at the woman and the little girl. Alice, Catrili, two beautiful names. Are they destined to be tied to themselves?

Because of the shawl, from Lynn's point of view, he can only see Alice's small and straight nose bridge, which reminds him of the heroine Kate in the Hollywood blockbuster "Pearl Harbor". Beckinsale. When fragility and stubbornness are combined, they form a deep sadness that makes people feel pitiful and can't stop.

Despite being dressed as a boy, Catrili has the same delicate and upright face as her mother, with large eyes and very white skin, whether she is wearing a jacket or a dress, she will bulge like an extremely cute little toy in winter. Having such a daughter is the happiness of any father, but it is a pity that the German [***] man who followed Rommel to North Africa has no life to enjoy.

Thinking of the controversial "German [***] God" Rommel, Lynn suddenly had some resentment in his heart: Long Shuai, Long Shuai, how good it would be if you, the desert fox, had fought the Suez Canal in one go, Germany in 1945 was definitely not the scene it is now, and you can at least enjoy the flavor and mood of history when you come over, instead of fighting tenaciously for survival like Xiaoqiang.

Sadly, Erwin. Even if Rommel could understand Chinese, he would not be able to respond to Lynn's emotion at this time. According to historical records, this meritorious marshal was implicated in the assassination and committed suicide by poisoning on October 14, 1944, leaving endless regrets and conjectures for later generations of military fans, which led to various discussions of "if Rommel lived until 1945".

Why don't you travel into Rommel in 1941 or even earlier? Lynn suddenly thought playfully in her heart, in that case, she would have a lot of room to display her talents. Sweeping North Africa, leveling Soviet Russia, and even stepping on Britain and whipping the United States, that kind of joy can only be possessed by those who have traveled through history!

Back to reality, he is still a poor soldier, and whether he can survive until the end of the war is still a big question. Buy one get two free, do you have the strength to feed?