Lin Xuan was shocked, that person was already crazy, once he rushed out of the ground, it was very likely to cause more severe damage to the special forces who rushed to sneak attack.

He glanced at the chair, weighed it for a moment, and before he could scout the secret under the chair, he rushed out.

At this moment, the monk has passed away, but the Mani stone wall laid out outside is still there, and the time has unconsciously reached dawn. The white of the fish's belly faintly appeared in the eastern sky, but there were still more than a dozen stars in the middle and west that were shining tirelessly.

Lin Xuan had been to Berlin countless times and was familiar with the morning, dusk, noon and evening scenery of Berlin and the four seasons, but he had never seen the dawn of Berlin in 1945.

"It's so beautiful!" He sighed as he got out of the basement and took his first breath of fresh air. The smell of gunpowder smoke was in the air, wisps of smoke were still rising from the ruins of the tall buildings around us, and the streets were littered with vandalized military vehicles and bunkers...... In Lin Xuan's eyes, this is a real world, a three-dimensional world that human beings rely on to survive, relying on the two coordinates of time and space, which is orderly, tactile and incomparably kind.

For a moment, he was in a trance: "It's better to stop here, slowly grow old with time, at least that kind of road is solid and reliable, and it will not return to the four-dimensional, five-dimensional or even more dimensional space, rushing around like a headless fly, and finally dying without a place to be buried." ”

He is tired, no one is invincible Iron King Kong, he will always be tired, and there will always be times when he is down.

Before the battle began, Lin Xuan entered the nearest group of bunkers and searched outwards through the observation holes made of five sandbags. In the late stage of World War II, the top management of each ** team attached great importance to the training of snipers, and almost every combat team had a master of 300-meter gun headshots, so Lin Xuan was quite careful and absolutely avoided becoming a static target for two-handed snipers.

The man had already climbed a six-story dilapidated building, condescendingly overlooking the battlefield.

The gunfire had stopped, and the nearby streets were silent, except for the sound of the wind, which was slow and slow.

Lin Xuan observed for a few minutes and judged that the attacking party should be hidden in the three small gray buildings in front of the right, because the three buildings that were damaged by the bombing were slightly smaller, only the corners of the buildings collapsed, and the two floors below plus the basement could accommodate at least two hundred commandos. If there is a big man inside, I am afraid that it will be impossible to escape the crazy slaughter of that person.

That man is not an invulnerable fairy monster, the reason why he can annihilate two groups of special forces in a row is because he is good at fast movement, the special forces can't catch the target, all the bullets are missed, and not even a single one hits that person.

Lin Xuan poked out his spear from the shooting hole and aimed at the man.

He didn't know what kind of feelings he had for the man, he had had the opportunity to shoot at the other man, but he had not been able to make up his mind.

"A man who looks exactly like me, a monster from Area 51...... Is he me on another plane? Or is it a replica of what the researchers at Area 51 have derived under some specific circumstances? If it was a replica, why did you choose to use me as the prototype? His right index finger was already on the trigger and he was hesitant again.

No one wants to live in another era forever, and those "time-traveling" movies are just the obscenity of boring screenwriters, and they are not credible at all.

Lin Xuan was now unsure if that person could help him return to the twenty-first century, once he killed the other party, he would be the only one left in this era and become a loner.

"What about killing him?" Lin Xuan's gaze moved away from the crosshair position and landed on the Mani stone wall on the side. When his gaze fell on a mani stone the size of a watermelon, he immediately recognized the meaning of the Tibetan phrase above - "Away from upside-down dreams, nirvana." ”

Those are two sentences from the Mahaprajnaparamita Heart Sutra, and the Tibetan translation is extremely obscure, if Lin Xuan is not very familiar with the scriptures, he will definitely glance at them and ignore them.

Lin Xuan's heart moved, and he stretched out his hand to turn over the Namani stone, and saw another part of the scriptures, the text was densely scribbled and almost unrecognizable.

He remembered the verses of the Mahaprajnaparamita Heart Sutra very well, and after reading only the first and last two lines, the full text naturally came to his mind - "There is no color in the air, no perception of thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, and even no consciousness." There is no ignorance, there is no end to ignorance, there is no old age and death, and there is no old age and death. There is no suffering to gather and destroy the Tao, and there is no wisdom and no gain. With no gain, Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, has no obstacles, no obstacles, no fears. ”

The sentence "There is no obstacle, there is no horror ......" woke up Lin Xuan, and the confusion in his heart was instantly released and suddenly enlightened.

The reason why he hesitated between "killing or not killing" was because he had a kind of "terror" in his heart that he didn't dare to admit. He was always afraid that he would not be able to return safely to the 21st century, so he was anxious from time to time, and his judgment was greatly reduced.

Now, he put aside his personal troubles, regardless of the gains and losses of life and death, and immediately became bright-eyed.

"Shooting him is the next step, which is equivalent to playing a game of chess to death, and losing all subsequent changes. What I have to do is to wait and watch, to move around the tide of World War II history, and to eliminate the great scourge left by the Nazi leaders. As long as the sacrificed people die worthily, for the sake of the overall victory, then their death will be heavier than Mount Tai. On the contrary, if everyone cherished their lives and did not charge at the risk of bullets, the Soviet Red Army would definitely lose this battle. After the victory of World War II, those heroes who sacrificed their lives for the peace of the world will definitely be remembered by the sky......" Lin Xuan stroked the Mani stone, and his restless mood finally calmed down.

Before, his eyes had been red by the serial killings, which was the number one taboo when the master was in battle.

"Calm, calm, calm...... Even if you are in the bureau, you must analyze the details as an outsider to ensure that you are not lost, impulsive, or rash...... In this mighty world war, the last survivors are those true heroes who are far-sighted and decisive...... There are examples of this in both Asia and Europe. In the past, reading history was to broaden your horizons and be able to look at the future at any time, have you forgotten? Lin Xuan muttered to himself, let go of the spear, and cherished the Mani stone that inspired his wisdom in life.

Mani Stone is a unique item belonging to Tibet, but the wisdom of all peoples in the world is the same, and any truly wise person can obtain enlightenment from it.

"Da Da Da, Da Da", a burst of gunfire suddenly broke the silence on the battlefield.

Lin Xuan looked out from the observation hole, a searchlight lit up, and a bright pillar of light chased the person who glided down from a high place. Like an osprey grabbing its prey on the lake, the man fell together, killed the two people hiding in the trench, and then jumped up, leaning towards the small building where the Allied commandos were hidden.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan couldn't help but worry about that group of innocent soldiers.

To be fair, the fighters were supposed to face off against a stubborn Nazi soldier, not a Grim Reaper-level madman who fell from the sky. It was an accident, a massacre that cost human lives, and it was definitely a catastrophe from heaven for the Soviet Red Army, which had fought bloodily in history.

Lin Xuan couldn't force himself to stand by and watch, so he immediately put down the Mani Stone and picked up the spear with his backhand.

"Don't move!" Suddenly, someone flashed out from behind, and five short guns were pressed against Lin Xuan's back at the same time.

Those people spoke German, so Lin Xuan naturally thought of them as Nazi soldiers.

"Turn around, lead the way, and I'll give you a life." The man continued.

Lin Xuan slowly turned around and faced a small group of men with soot on their faces. Although these people were wearing German uniforms, he could still tell from the other party's facial features that this was another commando of the Soviet Red Army.

He didn't care about the muzzle of the gun shaking in front of him, but directly aimed at the silent man at the end of the line.

"That's a big shot, who could it be?" Lin Xuan stared at the other party intently, but the person deliberately hid in the shadows, the brim of his hat was pressed to the tip of his eyebrows, and the sides of his nose were painted with soot, so his facial features were not obvious.

Even if the big man doesn't say anything, he naturally exudes a powerful aura, like the sun and the moon, which will not be obscured by dark clouds.

Within a few seconds, Lin Xuan silently counted the high-ranking figures of the Soviet army who appeared in the siege of Berlin in history.

There is a passage in the history of World War II dedicated to the Soviet siege of Berlin: on April 1, 1945, Stalin summoned senior Soviet generals to study the final attack on Germany. At that time, Konev said that his 1st Ukrainian Front would take a single measure to guarantee the capture of Berlin. Zhukov also asked for war, saying that his 1st Belorussian Front was close to Berlin and was fully prepared. On the morning of April 3, Stalin convened a meeting of the Supreme Command, listened to the reports of Zhukov and Konev, and drew a long line with his pen on the wall chart as the dividing line between the 1st Belorussian Front and the 1st Ukrainian Front, which ended in Lüben, 60 kilometers southeast of Berlin. He made the following arrangements for the two marshals: if the enemy's stubborn resistance to Berlin in the eastern proximity to Berlin would hinder the offensive of the 1st Belorussian Front, the 1st Ukrainian Front should be prepared to assault Berlin from the south with its respective tank armies.

"In this case, the only big man on the Soviet side who can really dominate the war can be Zhukov or Konev!" Lin Xuan made the judgment closest to the truth.

"Let's go, lead the way!" The man who was the first to control Lin Xuan spoke again.

Lin Xuan knew that because the first two commandos were killed instantly, the friendly forces behind them didn't get any information, so they could only feel along the terrain and didn't know anything about the situation in the basement.

"The people down there are all dead." Lin Xuan said in Russian, "There is a new change, a rather powerful killer has intervened in the battlefield and is attacking your reserve support forces. ”

The man was taken aback: "You can speak Russian - what do you say?" What does it mean to be dead? ”

Lin Xuan slowed down his speech and repeated: "Your two commandos are dead, the Nazi Führer's people are also dead, and the killer is outside." ”

The five people surrounding Lin Xuan were full of astonishment, and they were suddenly at a loss.

"Ask him where the Führer's chamber is." The man at the end of the line instructed in a deep voice.

At the earliest, Lin Xuan had listened to the recordings of the meetings of important figures of various countries during World War II, and based on the short words of that person, he judged that that person was Marshal Zhukov, one of the greatest military strategists in the past hundred years and respected as the "first god of war of the Soviet Army".

In the 100 years from 1900 to 1999, there were continuous global wars, and in 2012, under the joint recommendation of many historians, military strategists, and politicians, the "Top 100 Military Generals and Gods" were ranked. The people who can be on the list are all big names who have experienced a hundred battles and won undefeated, and Zhukov undoubtedly entered the top ten of the "God List".

Being able to meet Marshal Zhukov, the "No. 1 God of War of the Soviet Army" here, Lin Xuan felt both incredible and excited. No one knows that there has always been a big secret related to the "No. 1 God of War in China" in his heart, which can never be unsealed, and can only be deeply engraved in the hearts of the Lin family who have been passed down from generation to generation.

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