"Naxter..." (German: next)

On the south bank of the stone bridge built across the river, German soldiers with large earrings built machine gun bunkers with sandbags and blocked the bridge heads with barbed wooden frames and wire mesh, leaving a passage for single people to walk. Two burly and neatly uniformed German soldiers checked the IDs of each passing person expressionlessly, whether they were civilians or the same military clothing as themselves.

Finally it was his turn. Lin En pretended to be indifferent to take out his ID card, with an inch-sized black and white ID photo posted on it and the name "lynn.gaeger" was written on it. There are also some words that he does not recognize, but he can roughly speculate that it belongs to the army number and the rank of the military rank. Judging from the clothes and armbands, he should be a glorious "big-headed soldier", that is, a commando of the SS.

The soldier standing in front of Lynn had a high hooked nose and slightly exaggerated pointed chin. His beard was shaved very clean, but he ignored the nose hair that had already poked out his nostrils. He looked a little funny with a clean shirt that had not been washed for a long time, but Lynn had no intention of laughing at others at the moment.

After opening Lynn's ID, he glanced at the soldier spit out a word with a question suffix from his mouth: "Danich?" (German: Danish?)

In Lin Neng's vision, he did not want to be mistaken for being a spy because of language barriers. If that was true, it would be even more unfair than Dou E! However, without waiting for him to open his mouth to answer, the soldier returned the ID to Lin Neng with an extremely quick action, without even a passive expression, and glanced straight behind Lin Neng and said mechanically: "Naxter!"

This shock really made Lin En a little depressed. The "butcher" was still behind him, so he calmly walked forward along the gap between the barbed wire frames. There were machine guns on each of the sandbags on both sides. Although the machine gunners were chatting in the sun, they were not far from their machine guns, and their eyes looked here from time to time. It was obvious that they were still wary of these German soldiers who were not much better than beggars. The submachine gunners who were on duty were also in roughly the same state.

Perhaps because of the fierce face, the "butcher" did not encounter any inquiries when passing the post, except for showing his ID, so he quickly caught up with Lynn. He murmured something in a low voice, but poor Lynn could only pretend to be deaf and dumb to see the "scenery". The stone bridge is about thirty meters long, with arches in the middle and pressing down at both ends. The stone bridge deck barely accommodates two carriages in parallel, but I don't know if it can be used for heavy tanks to pass by. The bridge deck is less than three meters above the river surface, and the river beach is covered with white snow. Only the clear and visible bottom is flowing in the middle of the river surface. There are rippling waves under the sun, and there are many colorful round pebbles at the bottom of the river.

After passing the stone bridge, it is the main urban area of ​​the town. Although there are some houses on the south bank, they have been requisitioned by the defenders and temporarily converted into combat bunkers. Landmines are buried on some roads and even vegetable fields. Most of the houses on the north bank still maintain their original appearance. The stone exterior walls reminded Linn of the small village he passed by first in the game "Resident Evil 4", but the figures of the German officers and soldiers made it completely without the gloomy feeling in the game.

Although there are also machine gun bunkers built with barbed wire frames and sandbags on the north side of the bridge, the German soldiers on duty are not as nervous and suppressed as their companions on the south bank. They carry rifles or submachine guns on their shoulders. Some are chatting with their companions, and some are lying on their knees and writing something. A small-caliber anti-tank gun was also deployed between the two houses near the bridgehead. The muzzle seemed to be aimed at the bottom of the bridge deck. Seeing this scene, Lin Neng guessed that the defenders had placed explosives under the bridge pier. The shallow rivers could not stop Soviet tanks, but when they passed through the riverbed, they were in a low-lying place, which was not conducive to leveraging their speed and firepower advantages, but were easily "strike tactics" by the defenders. Therefore, snatching the only bridge nearby was of great combat significance for them.

"Hey, Salter!"

As soon as he crossed the bridge, the "butcher" shouted and waved to the front left. Lin En looked in that direction and a guy who was rolling in a mud pond stood up from the steps in front of the room. He looked closely and found that he was a tall and thin man from the same combat squad, and the white gauze tied to the middle of his right leg formed an extremely sharp contrast with his dirty military uniform.

Although he saw his separated companion, the "butcher" could not speed up his pace. He walked straight to the tall and thin man, gurgling and looked at the other person's right leg. The tall and thin man answered in a low voice, with a helpless expression on his face, and finally shook his head regretfully. On the steps in front of this house, there were about a dozen injured German soldiers sitting or lying. Some had gauze wrapped around their heads, some had bandages hanging on their arms, and two more were injured on their legs, but there were no military doctors and medical soldiers here, and there were no basic equipment for field hospitals.

Anyway, the "butcher" and the tall and thin man couldn't understand a word. Lin Neng simply took off the Mauser rifle from his shoulder, leaned it against the wall of the house and looked around: There were many houses in the town to varying degrees, and they probably were not spared from the invasion of Soviet bombers. At this time, many German soldiers gathered here. Judging from the logos on their clothes or helmets, some were SS and National Defense Army soldiers. Although they were tired, embarrassed and covered with many stains and blood stains on their bodies, some had several robberies on their uniforms, but in addition to rolling up their cuffs and untiing the collar, they still tried their best to maintain their military appearance. In Leng's opinion, these details are all manifestations of quality!

As you can see from a distance, the streets in the town are narrow, but the pavement of stones is full of history. There are no tanks, assault guns or heavy anti-tank guns in the town. There are several wooden chariots pulled by livestock along the street. The soldiers are either moving downwards or placing wounded people upwards. In their sight, there are not only those in military uniforms, but also a few civilians sitting at the doors of the houses or on the balcony looking at the busy soldiers.

Very few people are talking to soldiers. These civilian clothing is of good or bad grade, but they are basically over 60 years old, and some of their skin has become wrinkled into "old tree bark". It seems that young people either join the army to defend the country, or retreat to the rear in advance, leaving only these elderly people who are inconvenient to move or are unwilling to leave their hometown in their twilight years. What awaits them will be fate's choice: either die directly in the war, or accept life and death arrangements under the rule of the new occupier.

In a moment, one of the four-wheeled trucks towed by two horses unloaded all the goods. A German veteran who was wearing a cloth hat and looked like he was probably fifty years old, drove towards this side and finally stopped in front of the house. The wounded stood up spontaneously and supported each other to the carriage. The veteran got out of the carriage and put down the wooden board at the rear of the carriage, and helped the wounded climb up. Lynn counted and finally sat on the small carriage, including two seriously injured people who could only lie on a stretcher. The tall and thin one, one of the few familiar faces of Lynn, finally got on the carriage. When he waved his arms to say goodbye, Lynn felt a feeling that even he could not speak.

Farewell to his companion, the "butcher" took Lynn to the center of the town, but the two were not shopping on the street. Turning across the corner, Lynn suddenly heard a crisp "ding" sound, and walked forward for more than twenty meters. He came to a shop that looked like a blacksmith shop. The ancient stove caught fire, and several men in gray uniforms were busy. The hair on the outside was already gray, holding pliers in one hand and swinging a hammer slightly smaller than the fist in the other hand, and hitting an iron piece very hard with the iron lumps commonly found in the movie. Although the color of the uniform this man was wearing was also "German gray", the style was obviously different from the German uniforms that were successively put into troops after 1935. It had two rows of parallel buttons on its chest, which was a typical style in the Napoleon era. In fact, the coats of the German army in the Weimar era were still in this traditional style.
Chapter completed!