Black Forest, Germany.

The battles between the hunters were brutal and exciting, and Lynn's men were dwindling almost every day, but he wasn't worried about the situation. On the one hand, combat is the best means to sharpen a soldier, I think he didn't even know how to use a gun, and in just a few months he became a first-class combat soldier, the enemy's strong and weak situation and continuous battles played a more important role than his own quality; On the other hand, they were constantly receiving Germans who had come in from the surrounding areas - former Wehrmacht or SS personnel, separated members of the Baath Party and the Free Regiment, ordinary Germans with righteous indignation, whose arrival could have compensated for the losses of the Free Corps. Of course, the lone army was besieged by a large number of enemy troops, and the entry of the new soldiers also accelerated the material consumption of the troops, and also reduced the combat flexibility of the troops. As the Soviets had hoped, Lynn's troops were running out of food and ammunition and the animals in the forest were not enough to feed themselves, so they had to venture through the Soviet blockade to search for supplies in the villages and towns surrounding the Black Forest, or to carry out assault operations against small Soviet military strongholds. Leaving the mountains and forests where vehicles are difficult to travel, the high mobility of the Soviet mechanized troops is undoubtedly a huge threat to the soldiers of the Free Corps who are fighting on foot, and on two occasions, the Soviets almost blocked the combat detachments of the Free Corps on the way back to the mountains and forests, and even if they are not pinned down by the other side to fight in the open area outside the mountains and forests, the large number of Soviet troops who heard the news will follow the trail of the retreat of the prey. If it weren't for the superior combat skills of Lynn's soldiers in the night combat environment, the Freedom Corps, which was absolutely inferior in numbers, would have suffered a fatal blow.

Austria, Upper Rhine Valley.

Except for the bad weather of the storms, hordes of Soviet bombers visited this almost scorched earth region every day, the Austrian valley between the rivers and the mountains, not to mention the villages and towns, not even a decent house could be seen, the flat river valley was full of trenches, and there was no human figure in the daytime, which was simply two extremely opposite worlds to Switzerland on the other side of the Rhine. Despite the terrible living conditions on the surface. Reichsal Manstein and his 1st Expeditionary Corps remained firmly entrenched here, digging barracks in the mountains, setting up anti-aircraft shelters near villages and towns, moving freely in the waterlogged trenches at the bottom, maintaining their combat readiness day after day, and expressing their contempt for the enemy with a strong, persistent and optimistic spirit. In the face of this united army, the Soviet attack, which had absolute superiority in all aspects, delayed launching a fifth offensive, and they did not want to suffer the great pain of their fists smashing on the stones again and again. Unwilling to lose their invincible confidence and prestige in the midst of repeated defeats, what they did was to continue to besiege the legions of death from hell and to use diplomacy to weaken as much as possible the aid their opponents received from Switzerland, Liechtenstein, and Italy, as the temperature rose. The snow and ice around the valley are melting. Although some of the higher mountains were covered with snow all year round, the arrival of spring would still reduce the deterrent effect of the weather on the attackers, and Soviet engineering units gradually repaired the bridges and communications in the eastern mountains of the valley in order to transport powerful heavy artillery to the offensive front.

Newhavn Terminal, Copenhagen, Denmark.

Amid a long whistle, local truck drivers, stevedores and speculators with no permanent jobs watched with joy as the 10,000-ton freighter entered the port. It has been some time since the Allies and the Soviet Union fought head-on war, but the economies of Europe are like sick people just passing a dangerous period, recovering much slower than expected, and depression and hunger have plagued many families this past winter. This is especially true of Denmark, a small country that has been hit by two wars in quick succession, and people have to comfort each other that bad days will pass. …,

Since entering 1949, the worst days seem to be moving away from the Danes. When the Allies and the Soviet Union signed the armistice, the Soviet army occupied Danish territory on the Jutland Peninsula, and the Allies entrenched themselves in the Danish islands by virtue of their maritime superiority. The Soviets withdrew from Denmark on the date agreed upon in the armistice treaty, and the Allies withdrew from Denmark accordingly, returning the fairytale country to the Danes. Since the beginning of February, the long-lost ocean-going freighters have begun to visit the Danish capital and the largest port again, and the merchants have brought a large amount of goods - grain, machinery, vehicles, steel, etc., and they do not seem to be worried about the shabby pockets of the Danes, but waving dollars to rent a large number of local factories and warehouses, and some factories that have been idle for many years have made a pleasant roar of machinery. The inflow of hard currency in the US dollar has also revitalized the city. The only disappointment to the locals was that these foreign merchants seemed to be particularly prejudiced against the Danes, and their factories recruited only German-speaking residents or refugees from Germany, and when it came to hard work, the difference between the Danish youth and the Germans was not as great as one might think.

Disappointment to disappointment, the locals have an advantage in some ways that outsiders can't match. Relying on the monopoly advantage of terminal loading and unloading and bulk freight, they have also gained a lot. No, there are large cargo ships entering the port for several days in a row, and the whistle is simply a prelude to the coins falling into the bag, and people don't care so much about whether the stars and stripes are fluttering on the mast, the rice flag, or some other rare temperament.

The 10,000-ton ship that had just sailed into the port was flying the flag of the United States of America, and it was not only huge in size, but also had a mountain of cargo stored on its deck alone, and it must have been full of "big bellies". After the ship docks, the large cranes in the port are busy, transferring the bulk cargo to the dock in piles and piles. As soon as the ship's ship's cargo owners stepped down the ramp, the truck drivers and barge owners gathered like ants smelling food, and vied with each other in jerky or fluent English to quote the unit price of the cargo—a price that was not much different, and as long as the owner nodded, there was enough cargo to keep the drivers and owners happy for a while.

As usual, the shipowners hired wagons and barges at a reasonable price, and their goods were transported to various nearby factories and warehouses. As the capital of fairytale country, Copenhagen sits on the island of Zealand with a total area of 7,031 square kilometers, and the smooth roads allow ordinary trucks to reach any of the towns of Loskilde, Drae, Skelke or not too remote in two hours, and slow barges are enough to transport the goods to the surrounding islands in a very short time - across the 20-kilometer-wide Great Belt Strait is the island of Funen, which is close to the Jutland Peninsula, and south across the Stowe Strait to Loland. The island is separated from Germany by a strait less than 30 kilometers wide, while Swedish territory is crossed by the narrow Øresund Strait to the east from the island of Zealand, where Copenhagen is located. Because of this unique location, Denmark has historically been known as the "Crossroads of Northern Europe".

Under the influence of various loading and unloading machinery, the goods packed in wooden boxes were loaded onto trucks and barges one after another, and the busy scene on the docks continued until nightfall. After receiving the day's pay, the dock workers went straight to the tavern as usual, most of the wagons and barges had already left with their cargo, and the drivers who were on the last trip had to ask for the help of the familiar stevedores, who sold the crew in a semi-open manner the antiquities, gold and silver jewelry, or collectible ordnance and equipment that had been lost in the war. In this way, the busy harbor gradually calmed down, but not completely silent, and the cargo ships that had arrived a few days earlier were each docked by the dock, looking like huge whales floating dormant on the sea. …,

As the night grew darker, the city near the port was brightly lit, and all sorts of laughter and scolding emanated from taverns, large and small, and the Danes, enjoying their pleasures, were unaware of the great danger that befell the city and the country. On the 10,000-ton freighter, which sailed into Newport that day, the Star-Spangled Banner on the mast was quietly lowered and replaced by a flag with a red background and a white circle of iron crosses, and soldiers wearing large eared steel helmets, long military coats, and typical German-made weapons emerged from the cabin and descended the gangway to land on the land they had trodden nine years earlier. The scarlet banner beckoned the Heroic Spirit in the wind, and the other cargo ships in port hoisted the same flag, and countless soldiers poured onto the deck to land on the docks. The Danes, the workers and drivers who worked overtime to earn a few extra dollars, the vendors and idlers who wandered the docks, were completely stunned by what they saw, and perhaps the loud sound of leather boots had evoked memories in their minds, awakening fears that had never really dispelled. For these overwhelmed Danes, the Imperial soldiers who quickly occupied the docks simply chose to ignore them. These heavily armed and marching rucksacks were like delicate instruments, methodically carrying out a pre-arranged plan of occupation. Jeeps and light trucks were in the piles that were deliberately piled up on the docks during the day and not taken away, and the vehicles that arrived from all over the city were part of this large and quiet occupation project. Once again, the large loading and unloading cranes at the dock were in operation, this time the cargo lifted from the hold was not boxed, but covered with a canvas that concealed its silhouette and once uncovered, it was easy to identify their identity and nature - anti-aircraft guns, multi-mounted machine guns, howitzers, and various wheeled and tracked combat vehicles. If it is used against the Danish soldiers around Copenhagen, then these heavy equipment are exaggerated, after all, the Danish military era has long been sealed in the dust, and the Danish army today is not even a sick tiger, at best a thin watch dog, vulnerable.