Chapter 139 The Cold Land

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, the roar of a truck came from outside the window. Pat, who was lying on the bed, got up, lifted the curtains and observed for a moment, and said to Lynn happily: "Sir, it's our people who are back. I'll go down and open the door."

It was cold outside. Since Lin En came, except Xiao Jie, he has never left the attic. He always stared at the map and couldn't see any secret. He was sitting by the stove wiping and fiddling with firearms. Although he was good at shooting, the ordinary Mosin-Nagan rifle was not suitable for him. Therefore, he asked Pet to find a pistol from the hidden grid of weapons. It was actually made by Germany. 08. Pette said that most of the firearms here were bought secretly from the country residents as waste material recycling personnel.

The reason for this is "secret" is that the Soviet officials asked the public to hand over all the military firearms they had seized. Most people honestly followed suit. There were also a small number of people who felt that it was not worth paying for the free delivery of the firearms and could not be transferred and sold publicly. They had to sell them at a price slightly higher than the waste in the name of waste. The recycling personnel also tacitly paid the price. It didn't cost much money to buy these firearms. It was just that there was no place to store and no clear purpose, and this acquisition also had certain risks, so the scale of the acquisition was not expanded.

Under the dim kerosene lamp, Lin En carefully checked that the gun was indeed a good gun. It was soaked in the mud and was not properly maintained. Therefore, the appearance was dirty and some parts inside were affected. So after it was wiped and oil was added, it basically returned to its former brightness. The only available ammunition was only the three bullets in the magazine.

After Pat went down, Lynn calmly came to the window and saw through the gaps in the curtains that he had been riding into the mechanic station. From the above were Fentrig and the Franz who drew the map.

Mitigo has not returned after going out.

Looking into the distance, the world without moonlight and starlight is almost pitch black. The location of sporadic lights is fixed, only at the end of the line of sight, the night in the north is shining with a strange orange color, probably reflected by the lights in the city of Leningrad.

After a while, Fentriger and Franz climbed up the attic along the stairs, and Pat carefully closed the gate of the mechanic station.

"Sir, we didn't find a chance to start. There are new sentries and spies everywhere on the outside of the hotel. It seems that you have judged correctly. The Russian general is likely to recognize you!" Fentrig reported anxiously as soon as he came up.

Lynn was not surprised by this, he nodded calmly: "Sure enough!"

Fentrig sat down by the stove, took off his gloves and couldn't wait to warm his hands. At the same time, he spoke quickly in German: "Your judgment is so accurate. Sir, if we had left a little late, we might have been trapped! We were all dressed up like that, but we were still recognized. It seems that we would bring more equipment with us next time we went out. Today, if the old man with white hair is dressed up, I would be completely impressed if the Russian general could still recognize you!"

Lin En responded plainly: "There is an old saying in the East: you can recognize it if you turn into ashes. It refers to a person with deep hatred. No matter how the other person's appearance changes, he can still recognize it when he meets him."

Fentrig shook his head helplessly: "It's a pity that there was no chance to get close to the hotel, nor did he see the waitress at the front desk coming out. It is probably because he was protected by special protection so that the military can use it for identification after it catches us."

"Forget it! If she had remembered, she would have told the Soviet military about the situation long ago, General Mattsov could recognize me again, and even if she was killed, it would not make much sense." Linn walked to the stove and sat next to Fritz, "Your name is Fritz?"

There was a heroic spirit between the young man's eyebrows, and he seemed to be a person with ambition. He quickly replied, "Yes, sir, how do you know?"

Lynn rubbed his hands: "It was Major Mitigo who told me that we carefully looked at your hand-drawn combat map in the afternoon. We felt that its production was very fine and standard, comparable to the works produced in the Grand Staff."

The young man grinned and said, "It is my honor to be recognized by you. This combat map can be completed quickly, and it also depends on everyone's hard work to conduct on-site surveys."

Lin Neng nodded: "Featured cooperation and overcome difficulties."

"Sir, we heard before... you were promoted from lieutenant to a special brigade general because of your unprecedented achievements, and it was a reward specially issued by the head of state?" Fentrig asked curiously in the safe occasion.

This sentence sounds normal at first glance, but they are intelligence officers stationed overseas. According to convention, they cannot reveal the truth about the base to them. This sentence contains a lot of key information. Lynn looked at the flames coming out of the furnace with a calm expression and said, "I am not working hard for military achievements, but like most of you, for my own beliefs. Time cannot go back, we cannot change the mistakes we made before, so we have to overcome this most difficult and dark period with double efforts and patience beyond ordinary people's imagination. Every time we think of our millions of companions suffering in the enemy's prisoner of war camps, and when our civilians endure hunger and cold and live a trembling life, I throw all his hesitation and fear behind my head and stride forward without hesitation. Now, the historic opportunity is in front of us, and I believe we can definitely seize it!"

After hearing Lynn's tactful statement, Fentriger tactfully did not continue to ask the questions just now, but followed the words and said: "If you can kill the bearded man this time, will Germany have a chance to revive?"

Lynn replied: "I can only say that this is a very critical link. We have done a lot of effective work before, and we will continue to work hard until we achieve our ultimate goal."

Fentrig probably understood the meaning, and he sighed: "This is really a long-distance goal."

After a moment, Pet also came up, and he muttered, "It's so cold outside, it's almost minus twenty degrees! In such a ghost weather, it's hard to drive the car engine."

"It's very cold!" Fentrig replied, "This is Russia, where we hate but have to stay for a long time, and we have to pretend to smile at the Russians every day."

Lynn could understand this. Not to mention in the distant and cold Russia, even in the warm and comfortable "sanctuary", he would feel bored and irritated after staying for a long time. So he reached out and patted Fentrig's shoulder with kind expression: "One day, history will change because of us. All the things we do are not fantasy, it is worth it!"

Fantrig was inspired and nodded in response to Lynn: "Yes, sir, I really hope this day will come soon."

Lynn took out the new Ruger 08 from his pocket, loaded it with an empty bullet to show its current good condition, and translated the famous saying into German and said: "Winter is here, will spring be far away?"

Fritz, who seemed to like to listen more and overly express himself, quickly praised: "This sentence is so good!"

Lynn smiled and shrugged.

Although he didn't know what method Mitigo would use to find out Mattsov's residence, he said he would try his best to come back before midnight. Lynn decided to sit and wait for him to come back, so he arranged for the three of them to go to bed first. Fritz and Pate had no objection. Only Fritz said that he had enough sleep recently and had no physical energy to consume at work every day. He insisted on waiting with Lynn and shouldering the alert task of the mechanic station. After the two of them went to bed, Lynn and Fritz sat by the fire and whispered.

At first, he only talked about the place of birth and family situation, which gradually extended to his respective war experiences, beliefs, pursuits and understanding of the meaning of war. Although Fritz is not a talkative person, thanks to his clear thinking, he can always express his views in concise and in-depth language. Lynn has always been like this. The conversation between two smart people can tell in common with just a few words. The atmosphere is much more harmonious and relaxed than when Linn and Pate were alone.

From Fritz, Lynn learned that the mechanic station began to become an intelligence base in the winter of 1944. At that time, there were only two people, one was an old spy over 50 years old. He pretended to be an old mechanic from southern Russia and took his young apprentice to live here temporarily. Because he was indeed a good deal in repairs, and there was indeed a large number of old equipment needed to be repaired on the local farm. In addition, he investigated the place where he was originally located, and he gained the trust of the local area and was allowed to stay, just like this.

The contracting method was responsible for the operation of the mechanic station. Before the end of the war, several young apprentices from southern Russia and Belarus were naturally recruited. After the Third Reich surrendered, the old spy decided to retire and flee to Sweden to have a peaceful life of incognito and leave in the name of finding a lost family. The mechanic station was left to Fentrig, who had worked as a maintenance sergeant in the Luftwaffe and was equally skilled in mechanical aspects. This intelligence station has become one of the last three intelligence stations of the empire in the Soviet Union.

There was still a quarter of an hour before 12 o'clock, and there was another roar of cars outside, and a single truck could be seen from afar - Mitigo drove away the one that had been repaired in the garage below.

Fritz went down to open the door to answer, and Lin Neng stood at the window looking expectantly. It had not snowed when Fentrigger and the others came back. At this moment, there were already snowflakes under the headlights. The temperature was really low. People were constantly emitting white air when they were outdoors. When they came out of the cab without air conditioning, Mitigo eagerly rubbed his face and ears with his hands. In such a weather, driving at night became a torment.

"Luckily, this trip didn't run in vain!"

Mitigo climbed into the attic with a deep chill, and he became a popsicle.
Chapter completed!