Chapter 38: The Ambition of the Small Village (Two Chapters Integration)

Lunch: ham slices, bread dipped in butter. Dinner: ham slices, bread dipped in butter. Continuous cold meals and cold foods combined with a large amount of physical energy, the novelty of the first "sanctuary" base was gradually replaced by fatigue. At this time, although Lynn missed the hot soup in the restaurant and the hot water in the bathroom, he did not have a slight retreat mentality. The more difficult the conditions are, the stronger the mentality of winning is. He even felt that the spiritual strength and physical potential are constantly being stimulated - the invincible Lynn on the battlefield is back again!

I looked at my watch casually. It was already 10 o'clock in the evening. Seeing that the sky was still dusk, I couldn't help but sigh at the wonders of nature. But it was not really a extreme day, because the sun was going to set. Before it was completely dark, the leader Sergeant Ferke arranged a patrol team to camp in a small woods. As part of the "superior arrangement", the night post was accompanied by two guides and two military police officers, taking turns to take charge. The rest of the staff were told

Even if it is a big or small solution, it is not allowed to leave the fixed rest area without authorization. At this time, Lynn realized more and more freshly that the bad impact of the "defection incident" has far exceeded people's imagination, and it has caused the collapse of the loyal and reliable image of the emperor in the minds of senior officials. It is hard to say how many of the seemingly ordinary patrols are spys who are responsible for secret supervision. If such a team is devoted to the battlefield, how many of the combat power can it be?

Too many things that are far from what I can influence and change, Lynn got into the sleeping bag, closed his eyes and tried to think nothing. Deep fatigue made him fall asleep quickly, but he felt that before he could sleep for a long time, the sleeping bag was pulled open. There was no need to shout at the bed, the dazzling sunlight had already awakened him.

"Oh my God, what time is it?" Lynn said, trying to pull his left hand out of his sleeping bag. At this time, a sleepy voice came from the side: "My God, it's only 3:30 am. Is it necessary to get up so early?"

"Don't complain, sir, soldiers! There is another 45 km to reach our first rest camp, and I promise, it will leave each of you lingering, and we plan to rest there all night - a full 8 hours!"

Sergeant Fick's voice still sounds so full of energy, which really makes Lynn admire the strength of the mountain soldiers. However, if he wants to boost morale, his words may not be too honest. The 45-kilometer mountain itinerary is not a short distance. It is estimated that it has only been about 20 kilometers for a whole day. As for "8 hours" and "sufficient", this sounds contradictory. After walking over mountains and ridges for two days, the consumption of physical strength and energy is about to catch up with the battle on the front line, and only 8 hours of rest is given?

After all, Lynn muttered without saying a word, packed up his luggage, and took firm steps again. Although it is located in the Arctic Circle, the temperature in early summer is quite pleasant, at least the plants all over the mountains are growing vigorously. However, there are neither hunters' wooden houses nor pedestrians who occasionally arrive, and even wild animals rarely appear. Patroling in such a rarely visited area, heavy weapons are of no use. Whenever you need to climb with tools or pull down the ropes downhill, Lynn couldn't help but feel glad for the wise decision of the leader - an extra mp44 would be 5 kilograms of weight. Long-distance travel would cost a lot of physical energy, and a Walter p38 was loaded with bullets less than 1 kilogram.

"Hey... I said Sgt., how far can I observe a fire here?"

Lieutenant Colonel Bertel, a colleague and chief whom Lynn works with all day, is a person who likes to ask questions very much, but some people's questions make people feel humble and studious, while others' questions make people feel vulgar and incompetent. Unfortunately, Lieutenant Colonel Bertel is such an image in Lynn's eyes. What's more unfortunate is that in the Imperial Strategy Staff, there are many such people, and I don't know how the shrewd and outstanding Laurenz Bach puts the important task of revival on these people.

The leader, this tall and slender mountain soldier sergeant who looked very agile, stopped in front and turned around and said, "If you are lucky, it will be enough for the Soviet sentry 50 kilometers away to see you!"

"Impossible!" Lieutenant Colonel Bertel immediately shouted, "The earth is round, and no one can see the smoke pillars 50 kilometers away!"

"But if it is obvious enough and happens to be observed by someone with a high power telescope..." the sergeant shrugged and omitted the following words.

"Impossible, I bet that even the smoke pillars produced by the most powerful fleet in the steam engine era can only be observed 30 to 40 kilometers away, and it is impossible to go further!" Lieutenant Colonel Bertel said relentlessly. He seemed to have no realization that arguing about 50 kilometers or 40 kilometers was not practical. As long as the smoke pillars were discovered by the Soviets, whether they were fixed posts, mobile sentries or ships passing by the northern route, they could have a fatal threat to the "sanctuary" - just from the tactical level, the external defense of the hidden base is undoubtedly very fragile. Perhaps a group of aircraft and a few warships could put it and more than 10,000 people inside it.

After climbing up another steep wall with difficulty, Lynn took out the small binoculars that Bach gave him when he was in Berlin. In the bright sunshine, the scenery was still like a unique picture. Some mountains were covered with lush vegetation, while below the mountainside were almost grassy cliffs, like cakes dotted with butterflies on the top; some were covered with shrubs and green grass, with one side exposed on one side of the porch-shaped stone walls, which made people feel like a gate to a hidden world, and only mysterious spells could open it; among the mountains were surrounded by low-lying large and small lakes, which looked like blue gems inlaid on gold and silver scepters. Perhaps nowhere in the world, you can find a similar terrain to this place.

At the beginning, Lin En was waiting and watching with an attitude of appreciating nature, and then there was no reason. He suddenly thought that this steep terrain was easy to defend and difficult to attack, especially not conducive to the operation of armored troops. Once the situation is relatively mature, can this place be used as a large-scale military production of al-Qaeda?

With this idea, Lynn re-examines the surrounding environment. The fjords deeply embedded in the land are like canal docks, connecting the inland to the external sea through deep waterways. The steep mountain walls of the fjord form a natural wind shelter barrier. As long as port facilities are established around the surrounding area and paths are opened, most fjords can become harbors that can transport large and medium-sized cargo. As for the terrain near the fjords, it is not all extremely steep. There are also large and small valleys between the mountain edges.

The land is mostly covered with lush cold zone plants at this time, but once the warm season is over, it will soon be covered with thick snow. With manpower, the biggest challenge to build large factory facilities here is the low temperature in the cold winter, and most fjords will also be frozen by ice accumulation. Perhaps, this is like crossing mountains, Lin En thought that there seems to be no way out in front, but as long as the determination and method are used correctly, it is possible to open up a path.

In the afternoon, without hearing any noise, the leader Sergeant Ferke suddenly called the patrol team to hide. This was not an exercise. A moment later, an olive green painted plane appeared in sight. Because of the high flying, the buzzing sound of the twin-engine plane was very light, but with the help of a telescope, the crew on board could still see the conditions on the ground clearly. Because of this, Lynn and his team were honestly lying in the cold and wet bushes for more than half an hour, and only breathed a sigh of relief after the plane left. Unexpectedly, Sergeant Ferke said happily: "Great, sir, soldiers, we don't have to worry about threats from the air for the next two days!"

"Is this a regular patrol by the Russians?" someone asked behind the team.

"Yes," replied Sergeant Fell, "like us, routine patrol!"

"There will be no exception?" the man asked again.

Sergeant Fick replied: "It depends mainly on the weather! I think the Russians don't care so much about this area that has no resources or threats!"

Yes, there are resources, and the supply of resources is also a big problem when building industrial zones. While everyone is optimistic about the next trip, Lynn is thinking about completely different issues alone.

"Sir, have you seen our village?"

On another hillside a day later, when Lynn was thinking while watching the scenery again, the two patrol guides, Corporal Eigler, who was in charge of the rear of the palace, had already arrived behind him, which also meant that the other patrol members had already walked in front.

The morning of the third day of the trip has been quietly spent. According to the original patrol plan, the trip will be spent a whole week outside the base, but most of the time will be spent on the road.

"Village? Uh, I didn't see it, where?" Although Lynn had been holding a telescope, he was still thinking about his "big industry idea" just now and did not notice whether there was any artificial building in his sight.

"Here, at the bottom of that fjord, the Norwegians built a very small fishing port there. In the valley next to it, there are four brown roofs, separated by a little distance from each other, and can accommodate up to 30 people permanently. Although they are small in size, they are the only villages around 100 kilometers. Only adventurous people dare to live here. When the temperature drops to about minus 30 degrees Celsius during the day, the fjord will freeze. Before that, they have to set off to Narvik or the port further south to avoid the cold, and wait until it thaws before coming back. If they encounter a sudden cooling weather, they will have to survive the winter here! Hehe!"

Following the direction pointed by the corporal, Lynn found the houses next to the fjord with the colors and shapes that were very harmonious with the surrounding environment. They looked like wooden structures, which reminded him of the wooded houses in the summer that the nobles hunted in the summer. However, Norwegian fishermen were no more than those born with golden spoons in their hands. In order to survive, they had to fish and hunt whales in the harshest seas in the world, fighting against the surging waves and the extreme cold. All of this forged their extremely tough character. Although it is not difficult to cut down the surrounding trees and build several wooden houses, the problem is... is this fishing village originally existed, or is it the work of the German staff who thought they were clever?

"How many years has this fishing port and village have?" When Lynn asked a serious question, Corporal Eigler just smiled and refused to say anything more. His performance made Lynn judge. The wooden houses looked right ahead, but it was not easy to walk across mountains and hills. It was not until the sun had not set that the patrol arrived at the only village, which was known as a hundred miles, and learned that the village had a jaw-dropping name: "Egger".

In Norse mythology, Ergel is the god of the deep sea, governing the waves in the sea. Legend has it that he has long white hair and beards. Sometimes he chases sea boats on the sea surface and pulls them into the palace at the bottom of the water. After listening to the introduction of the leader, Lynn couldn't help but think of the brave "Shankhorst" that sank the brave war. This large warship sank in the cold Norwegian waters. If there is a sea god, he will probably be shocked by its heroic energy and use its wreckage as his new palace!

Currently, there are only two young men in Nordic civilian outfits, five younger women and two children under the age of 10. Even before they speak in a pure German accent, Lynn would not simply think that the relationship between the Norwegian indigenous people and the German occupiers has reached such a hardcore point. Obviously, these are the "disguisers" carefully selected by the German army. The reliable Germans were mainly responsible for peripheral alerts in the "Aryan Ark Plan" and fishing for fishing for the food supply of the "Sanctuary" base.

The leading young man greeted the patrol team: "Welcome to 'Ogel', the most beautiful fishing port village in the far north. Most of our people are now sailing out to fish, so the comfortable beds are open, and we have prepared smoked fish and spirits! Please enjoy it!"

In the patrol, most of the team members showed happy smiles, but there were also people, such as Lieutenant Colonel Bertel, who immediately looked down at their watch, hoping to calculate the "8-hour" rest arrangement. Everyone has their own way of thinking, and there is nothing to question, and Lynn just saw it silently. For those who are classified as "pig-like teammates", they are careful in their future work.

When looking from a distance, the four wooden houses here are small and crude. When they come close, they feel that they are stronger and stronger than they imagined. The pillars and beams are made of thick logs, and the internal structure looks simple and reasonable. The application of architectural mechanics may have reached the international leading level. If the Soviet military personnel arrived by chance one day, I wonder if they would see the clues from these subtleties.

Although it is a fishing port village, these "Norwegian fishermen" did not ignite the fish outdoors in a simplified manner, but used dry firewood and charcoal to create a fire in the house. In this way, the smoke coming out of the chimney tends to be grayish white, and it has disappeared with the wind at a height of less than 20 or 30 meters. Such smoke must be observed very carefully, not to mention 50 kilometers, even 10 kilometers away.

Thinking about the smoke columns floating out of the chimney here, Lin En thought of the factories he saw in the cave warehouse along the way when suppressing the "defection incident". If he just sewed clothes and processed materials, he could achieve relatively pollution-free production with the energy provided by geothermal power generation. However, military technology is not ordinary sewing and patching, knocking and hitting, it involves chemical industry, metallurgy, casting and other fields. The waste gas and waste generated not only affect the hidden problem, but also affect the lives of more than 10,000 people in the base.

Safe and safety. If young men and women pair each other, the total number of people may increase by more than 50% in a few years, and then food and space will be a new problem. Overall, the "Aryan Ark Plan" is only a basic theoretical completeness, and the actual situation, especially some details, has not been fully considered - adjustments can certainly make up for the lack, but if arrangements cannot be made as soon as possible, the accumulated problems may lead to more serious and irreparable losses than the "defection incident".

I thought I could relax when I went out to patrol this time, but I didn't expect that the fresh air inspired my thinking and inspiration, and there were more things in my mind. Lynn was a little unexpected about this, and his personal influence was very limited. The problems in Bach's front were still blocked. It was because he couldn't cut it and was messy. He suddenly felt a little disappointed and even had the idea of ​​pulling people away. After drinking a few sips of hot soup and eating a piece of grilled fish, I really felt that the house was too noisy and came outside the house alone. The so-called fishing port here is just for

A three or four-meter-long pier was built on a wooden shelf, allowing fishing boats with slightly larger tonnage to dock at the bottom of the fjord. At this moment, the fishing boats were out fishing, and the small harbor seemed particularly quiet. I found a bare rock to sit down, and no one expressed my thoughts, so I simply took out the diary of Lynn Galgo, who in turn started writing Chinese characters from the back, and only listed some of the keywords of these ideas in a framed manner. Even if they were searched, the possibility of mastering the real content was slim.

The small fishing port village is just the size of a palm. In an extremely delicate atmosphere, it is impossible to be alone for a long time. After Lin En wrote a rough idea, a kind female voice came from behind: "Sir, why aren't you warm inside and miss home?"

This sentence seems to be a little ambiguous to understand, but Lynn didn't have the heart to think about that. Before the other party came to his side, he calmly put away the notebook and pen and replied, "I like to write a diary by myself."

"Diary?" The tone sounded like a female spy who paid attention to and questioned every little detail. However, this woman was dressed in a civilian manner, with mediocre appearance and a bit bloated figure, which was simply a standard template for a European housewife. She rolled her sleeves high, her hands might have just soaked in cold water, her fingers and palms were red, and she sat down next to Lynn casually.

Lin En turned to look at her. It was probably because of the wind and sun. Her facial skin was rough, probably in her thirties, but her appearance looked similar to that of an aunt in her forty.

"Where are you from? Seriously."

The woman smiled: "Oslo, really."

"Norwegian?" Lynn was a little surprised.

The woman nodded: "Norwegian Germans."

Oslo is the capital of Norway, and Lynn naturally asked: "Life in Oslo is much better than here!"

The woman's answer was a little vague: "From that aspect, life here is actually very fulfilling."

It was Lynn's turn nodding. Indeed, he had dreamed of taking his beloved woman to find such a beautiful and peaceful place with his beautiful scenery and peace, and he was satisfied with the simple meal every day.

"Just heard them say, are you Danish?" the woman asked.

"Uh, Danish Germans." Lynn replied without hesitation. After a long time, he gradually regarded himself as that character.

"Then are your family... still in Denmark?" the woman asked again.

Among the many questions that have troubled me recently, this one cannot even be affected. Lin En opened his mouth to answer, but he didn't know what to say. Thinking of his true family, he didn't know whether they were in another time and space.

Thinking that Lynn was tangled with the situation of the Danish family, the woman said softly, "Sorry".

"It's okay." Lynn turned his head to look towards the sunset. Most of the Norwegian fjords were curved, and this one was no exception. Therefore, there was no estuary along the fjord, and his eyes were eventually blocked by the steep mountain walls.

"Sometimes, I miss my parents far away in Oslo, but I believe they are living well now, and they also support me in serving my true motherland. Our Germany... is so great!" The woman's tone from the tone of this sentence from a gentle to the high, obviously from the heart.

Lynn was not infected by this generosity, he calmly asked: "If you were to live here for five years, ten years or even longer, would you like?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, turned her head and looked at Lynn seriously: "In order to let our next generation live in a strong and prosperous country, I will be willing to serve Germany for the rest of my life."

Never thought about what her next generation would be like, Lynn thought of Little Katsili at this time. If she and her family could stay in Denmark without being sent back to Germany, their life might not be too bad. But no matter what, the defeat and division of the country will leave deep scars on this young and simple heart, and even affect her entire life. As for others, how many people have lost their personality, dignity, freedom and even life because of the contempt and even tyranny of the occupiers? Now, although I am humble, I stand at the intersection of the times, and there is still a glimmer of opportunity to change the dust that has not finally settled... History.

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Chapter completed!