Chapter 117 Lucky Reflector

With a "crunch" sound, there were some bullet holes on the front cover of the engine, and the heat dissipation port kept coming out of the white smoke, finally stopped in front of the German trench. Seeing several German soldiers wearing large-eared steel helmets coming up to meet with guns, Lin Neng pushed open the car door and shouted in resentment:

"It's really damn. Are the guys who fired the gun thinking with their toes? When did the Russians charge in battle with such trucks? It's so stupid!"

At this time, the Soviet artillery bombardment was not over, and it only extended the artillery fire along the front line of the city. If it weren't for this, even if Lin Neng was a F1 racer, it would be difficult for him to drive "Katyusha" here.

Seeing that the five people who got off the car were all armed SS, they probably received instructions from the officers in advance. The National Defense Army soldiers who came to pick them up did not interrogate them, but carefully covered them across the trench and barbed wire area.

As soon as Lynn and his team entered the trenches, a middle-aged tall, wide-faced Wehrmacht captain came forward: "It's very good, young men, fortunately, the Russians helped you clean the minefield in advance, otherwise, based on your driving route, you should have been blown to the sky!"

The words of teasing sounded unmistakable, so Lin En put away his anger of being hit by the firepower of his own positions before. The soldiers were often nervous on the battlefield, and there was no natural light tonight. When they saw a black shadow and heard the roar of the engine, they were understandable to mistakenly think that the Soviet tanks were coming, not to mention that this was only the behavior of a considerable number of soldiers and was quickly corrected. If an officer really ordered the shooting, it would only take two machine guns to reimburse Lin En and the others.

Although Wu's SS and the National Defense Forces belong to different institutions, when he came to other people's territory, he returned from the enemy-occupied area. Of course, Lin En had to report himself:

"I am the commander of the 167th Combat Team of the 4th Night Assault Battle Group. Sergeant Lynn Galgo led the soldiers of our headquarters to carry out infiltration missions. During the battle, six Soviet officers and soldiers were killed, and a Soviet rocket launcher was seized. No casualties were found in the headquarters!"

"Oh, Night Battle Commando!" The captain obviously had some knowledge of these professional Night Battle troops, but at least in Oranin Fort, these claimed elite Night Battle troops have not yet had a formal battle record - if Lin Neng and two other group commanders had not volunteered, their time to join the battlefield would have to be postponed later.

Although Lynn's German is still not very authentic and even a little bad, the Wehrmacht captain did not ask to check the ID. He just glanced at the four soldiers following Lynn, noticed the infrared night vision equipment carried by Tanze, and nodded: "You are real warriors!"

“I’m honored to be appreciated by you!”

After saying that, Lin Neng took off his helmet so that his head would breathe, and looked around. The shelling had just ended, and the smoke on the position was not over, and the large and small bullet craters seemed to be still emitting heat. Although they were devastated, Lin Neng did not see the wreckage of the soldiers, which showed that when the Soviet army was bombarded, most of the defenders retreated to safe anti-aircraft fortifications.

The captain turned his head and looked at the Soviet rocket launcher parked outside the trench and asked, "That 'Katyusha' - the Soviets seemed to call it that way. Is there any rocket on it?"

"It's gone!" Lin En replied with pride, "On the way, the wheels were trapped in the bullet crater. We had to stop and find something to cushion the wheels, and then turn the rocket launcher and come hard towards the Soviet artillery position!"

"Oh?" The captain's eyes lit up, "No wonder the Soviet rocket launcher only took two rounds today. It seems that it was your credit!"

Can you hit the Soviet launch position without aiming? Lin En thought that his character was breaking out, but then he thought that even if the rockets landed nearby, the Soviet commander might be threatened and ordered the transfer temporarily, delaying the original shelling plan. It seems that his combat team has made great contributions this time.

Seeing that Lin En just looked silently at the direction of the Soviet position, the captain took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket, knocked it, and gave it to Lin En, but it did not help Wolfrum and others who were sitting aside to rest.

After lit a cigarette, the captain sighed: "It's a pity that we can't get it in, otherwise we can also find some rockets and play some role in the battle! In the past two days, the Soviets' offensives have become more fierce and more fierce, and our casualties are really..."

"You are the real warriors!" Lynn presented the words of praise just now as it was.

The captain shook his head helplessly, took two puffs of cigarettes in a depressed manner, turned his head to look at the city area that was still ravaged by Soviet artillery fire, and said, "Sergeant Galgo, it is not safe to go back to the rear now. I'll let you take you to the reserve position. When the artillery is over, then go back to the city area. What do you think?"

Besides "good", what else can Lynn say?

Immediately afterwards, the captain said: "I will report your achievements to my superiors truthfully!"

For combat needs and to maximize combat effectiveness, the German Command usually places the National Defense Forces and SS units in the same war zone under the jurisdiction of one command, and the German combat troops around Oranin Fort are currently arranged and commanded by the 9th Army under the "Viswa" Army Group of the National Defense Forces.

As an alternate non-commissioned officer, Lin En could only accept whether the captain in front of him could finally be "true" in the end. If the other party really helped, the effect of reporting by him would be obviously more convincing than when he went back to report. So Lin En solemnly thanked him, and was about to call the soldiers to flash the crowd, suddenly remembered something, and said to the captain: "Can you do me a little more favor?"

Since it was "Xiaobian", the captain agreed without hesitation.

"Please find a screwdriver for me. I want to remove the reflector on the left of the 'Katyusha' to keep it as a souvenir!"

The reason why Lin En wanted that mirror as a souvenir was just a rhetoric - he looked at the mirror many times along the way, avoiding the t-34 shelling, witnessing the rockets fired in the distance and evading the retaliatory shelling of the artillery group behind the Soviet positions, and finally returned to his own control area without any danger. Lin En felt that it was a lucky mascot. Furthermore, the lenses he used before were too small and were indeed well concealed, but it was difficult to observe from a large angle or all-round perspective.

The captain thought about it and felt that it was reasonable to keep the souvenir, so he took the lead and ordered a subordinate: "Hey, Duqi, go and help me remove the left reflector of the Soviet army car, remember it is from the left!"

"As for orders, sir!"

Lynn turned his head and saw a small, agile soldier who had quickly climbed out of the trench. But his private affairs were about to let others take risks, and he felt uneasy: "Captain, this..."

The captain did not explain and looked towards the Soviet position while smoking. After smoking the cigarette, the soldier wearing a steel helmet also returned.

Taking the reflector from the short soldier, the captain thanked him, took it and glanced curiously for a few more glances, and handed it to Lynn.

When he loaded it in the car, he didn't feel it was so bulky when he held it in his hand. Lynn regretted making this request. At this point, he had to put it in his backpack and asked, "Captain, can you tell me your name?"

The captain tightened his collar and replied very seriously: "Fritz Lange, commander of the 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion, 2nd Battalion, 92nd Infantry Regiment, the 32nd Infantry Division!"

Lynn said politely: "Thank you for your gift, Captain Lange! Good luck to you and your troops!"

It would be a bit sarcastic to say such words to a German commander in the early stages of the war, but by 1945, it seemed that only good luck could help a German unit avoid being surrounded and annihilated by the enemy.

The captain nodded, called his adjutant, and asked him to take Lynn and his party to the reserve position behind the defense line. In addition to trenches and bunkers, there were also heavy mortars, infantry artillery, and some tanks and assault guns covered with camouflage nets. There were busy figures everywhere here, and of course, many wounded soldiers were carried to the field hospital further behind. In it, smelling the mixed smell of various breaths, Lynn seemed to have returned to the days when he first came to this era, fear, frustration, and confusion. All these emotions were not completely eliminated, but were suppressed by another powerful mood, that is, survival.

As midnight approaches, the long and long-lasting Soviet artillery bombardment finally ends. Although a cannon cannot be fired for several hours, as long as each group of artillery fires in turn, it can always oppress the opponent for a long time. This is like the urgent style of playing on the football field - people are prone to make mistakes when they are in a high state of tension for a long time. As for the defenders, the officers and soldiers of the defenders must also follow this rule.
Chapter completed!