Drunken and exhausted, Lynn went to bed at 11 a.m., got up at 7 a.m., and slept comfortably for eight hours, and reality taught a lesson to stereotyped people like Lieutenant Colonel Bertle: it is extremely stupid to try to measure the world with a ruler.

As a well-known harbor fishing village connected to the outside world, although the products of Öger are not abundant, at least they do not have to worry about food during this season. At the height of the Third Reich, the quality of life of military personnel, especially officers, was quite good, let alone serving in the occupied territories, but now they were smiling in the face of gifts that were not worth a few dollars, which confirmed what Sergeant Fick had said before: to ensure that everyone would linger.

Leaving Ogel, the patrol turned to a direction away from the coast under the guidance of the guide, missing the sea view, but the landscape along the way was not monotonous at all. In Lynn's view, this "superior-arranged" route seems to have deliberately selected the best viewpoints in the area, the most dangerous mountains, the steepest mountains, the most stylish groves, and the most beautiful lakes, feasting the eyes along the way. That night, the patrol team camped in the wild again, and Tiangong was very cooperative, and did not use the cold rain to trick these special travelers, sleeping in a good quality special sleeping bag for the cold zone, and the temperature was not so cold at minus seven or eight degrees.

In the early summer of the Arctic Circle, the sun rose early, and the team leader and guide still beckoned the team members to set off at half past four, and at noon, the group began to climb the most steep mountain in the entire patrol trip. This is not so much for a better view, but because there is a secret observation post near the top of the mountain, and one of the patrols' regular tasks is to supply the sentries stationed there, and if it's time to rotate, the sentries who come to rotate will also come with the patrol.

Along the way, the team members did not feel that the mountaineering training they received before setting off was indispensable, and they were deeply touched when they arrived here. The mountain is quite high and steep, and the amount of snow gradually increases from the halfway point upwards, and the bitter cold wind blows endlessly, and it takes considerable effort to take every step up. During such climbs, most of the patrol members showed the physique and endurance of professional soldiers, but some were dragged behind because of their natural fear of heights or their relatively weak bodies. Fortunately, not all 22 people and mules had to climb to the position of the outpost, and the last 200 meters or so was also the steepest section, and several people could climb up with supplies on their backs.

The two guides, who were born as mountain soldiers, were duty-bound, and the rest of the personnel volunteered to go in consideration of their physical condition. Lynn felt that he was in a good state, and wanted to fully observe the environment around the base, so he also took the initiative to sign up. The final climbing team consisted of two guides and five volunteers, including the only air officer in the patrol, Carl Brown. Major Weilenfax.

The snow-covered rocks and near-vertical cliffs were a challenging stretch of the road, and in the face of such harsh terrain, the professional quality of the German mountain soldiers was fully reflected. Sergeant Fick and Corporal Aigle took the lead, tying ropes and dragging ropes in front, helping the four sturdy companions, who had little experience in mountaineering, to climb up inch by inch, and when they approached the outpost, the sentries also came down to help. The trip went well, but Lynn still found the climb more difficult than the previous 10 climbs - and the thrill was also more than 10 times greater.

Standing at the outpost near the top of the mountain, although it does not give the impression that the air is thin, it is really a view of the mountains. Take the telescope, when the weather is clear, you can very clearly observe a fairly vast area in the northeast and southeast, the team that is moving forward in concealment does not dare to say, but as long as the team of hundreds of people appears within 20 kilometers, the outpost can give an early warning, it is almost a day's trekking!

Unlike the observation post at the mouth of the fjord, which is based on the base, the conditions of this hilltop post are really tough, it occupies less than ten square meters, the necessities of life and two radios take up most of the space, and the remaining space can only be freed up for two bunks, so that the three sentries have to take turns resting. To make matters worse, the sentinels often had to climb up and down in precipitous terrain because the telephone lines were often blown by the wind, and the post had been in operation since April, and had not yet withstood the test of real snow and snow. When the weather reached dozens of degrees below zero, and the weather was full of wind and snow, not only was it difficult to maintain regular supplies, but the temperature inside the outpost must have been surprisingly low, coupled with the bad sight, and I didn't know whether such a outpost would be revoked by the time of the time - these were things that were considered by the base staff, and as a member of the strategic staff, Lynn did not even have the right to know, let alone make suggestions and opinions.

After spending 40 minutes at the outpost, I talked to the sentries for a few days, and by looking at the edelweiss badges they were wearing, I learned that they were also part of the German mountain troops. In the Battle of Narvik in 1940, these mountain troops, under the command of General Dieter, withstood the attack of tens of thousands of Allied troops, and fought a grueling guerrilla war in northern Norway near Finland. After the outbreak of the Soviet-German war, the Northern Front battle group, mainly composed of German mountain troops, set out from Norway and northern Finland to try to seize Murmansk and other important towns in the northern part of the Soviet Union. However, the problem is not entirely in the German mountain troops, the harsh environment led to supply difficulties, the political considerations of the Finnish political axe, the stubborn resistance of the Soviet army, etc., so that the most elite mountain battle group of the German army wandered on the northern front for three years, and was completely driven back to northern Norway by the Soviet army in 1944, but this is not the final result, at the end of the war, the Soviet troops crossed the border into Norway, at this time the sea and air were controlled by the Soviet army, and the German troops had no intention of defending the danger and withdrew to south-central Norway early. Due to the long supply lines and the center of gravity of the battlefield, the Soviet offensive in Norway also ended here.

Honor and shame are a thing of the past, and as far as Lynn knows, the German mountain infantry who withdrew into the "shelter" numbered only one or two hundred, much smaller than the SS troops, and the marines involved in the "defection" were former SS personnel.

From the sentinels, Lynn also learned that the last time he observed the activities of the Soviet ground patrol was at the end of April, and that their patrol was about the size of a platoon, also on foot and mules and horses, and had reached a position about ten kilometers from here, that is, more than fifty kilometers from the "shelter". The Soviets apparently did not expect the remnants of the German army to stay in this barren and worthless place, and the subsequent upheaval in the war in Europe meant that the patrol had not been seen again after it had been withdrawn.

At the time of parting, the sentry had a more or less lonely look on his face, and the loneliness of living in this narrow space for a long time was conceivable. In addition to the normal supplies, along with the two guides, Lynn and the others also gave the sentries the grilled fish and spirits they had obtained in the fishing village.

Considering the safe length of the rope and the characteristics of the mountain, the mountaineering team can only fix the rope one by one, and this time Fick is in front, Aigle is behind, and the two guides are still doing their best to escort the four patrol members who volunteered to climb the mountain, compared with the tour group that Lynn has participated in, their dedication is fully worthy of the model worker medal!

As he slid onto a large rock, Lynn took a break, Sergeant Fick had already reached the next position, and a volunteer in front of him had also gone down the rope. Major Welenfax had just come down. To Lynn's surprise, the major saw that there was no one next to him, so he leaned into his ear and whispered, "Lynn. Second Lieutenant Gargo, I heard...... Did you single-handedly kill those who tried to escape in a reconnaissance plane? ”

From the tone alone, Lynn could not judge the intentions of this Air Force major, and due to the special surname of his position at this time, he had to hold on to the rope with one hand and free the other hand to be ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

"Why, don't you dare to answer?" It was like a provocative tone, but it was said calmly and calmly.

It's not that Lynn doesn't dare to answer, but she doesn't know how to answer.

Without much time for Lynn, the major added, "The muzzle of the Air Force is never aimed at one's own people, except in the case of an extremely accidental accidental injury." Could it be ...... There were more senior officers at that time who directly ordered you to open fire? ”

Even during the post-mortem review, Lynn was not questioned in this way, and was speechless for a while. As one of his companions slid down the rope, the Major only smiled slyly at Lynn, and then looked nonchalant.

What exactly does this guy mean?

Lynn's mind was confused. In fact, since the "defection incident", he has been struggling with the scene that happened in the upper hangar. Although during the Battle of Berlin, he led a night task force to shoot and kill several Soviet prisoners of war during a raid on the temporary headquarters of the Soviet army, which was a serious violation of the laws of international warfare, but after all, the target was the enemy who met each other on the battlefield. This time, he shot the robe, also in German uniform, and he hesitated for a moment before shooting, thinking that the Germans who were trying to leave the base might just have a different idea of the war - now that the German political axe had already announced its surrender, they had every reason to withdraw from the war. It's just that for a moment, he convinced himself on the grounds of the big picture, but the real internal reason was the fear of the complete breakdown of his dreams.

The climbers quickly descended to the mountainside to meet up with the other patrolmen waiting there, and after continuing on the road, Lynn frequently turned her attention to Major Weilenfax. Aside from his fellow air force officers, the air force officer rarely interacted with others, and spent most of his time alone, but he didn't look like an introverted and taciturn person. Lynn couldn't help but remember that when he visited the outpost base station at the mouth of the fjord, the major's casual question was met with cold eyes from everyone, and it seemed that it was only the pressure of the "defection" that caused his indifference.

(To be continued)