When Fritz climbed up the stairs, Lynn saw a large bag of clothes in his hand. He thought that Major Mitigo was quite reliable in doing business. Although he did not deliberately remind him, he directly prepared military uniforms after learning that the target lived in the military district. Speaking of which, the situation after the Soviet Union and Russia was stable and the management was strict, it was not so easy to get a few military uniforms in private!

When Fritz opened the bag, what appeared before Lynn was indeed the Soviet military uniform that appeared most frequently under his gun. The fierce battles on the Eastern Front made him feel very strongly resistant to this grass-brown color, but now he has to wear it on his body...

"This is provided by one of our tailors. It is all 1945-style uniforms from the Soviet Army. Some officers have newly obtained uniforms and feel that there are some things to be modified in the details or want to be ironed. They are placed next to the camp. If we don't want to give up this very important hidden role, it is best to return it before noon." Mitigo explained.

I see……

Lynn nodded: "So, we have to do it early in the morning?"

Mitigo looked at the watch: "It's probably too late for the Finnish contingent to do this! Mans, Fritz, Pat and me, four of you will help you, how about it?"

Lynn picked up a Soviet uniform. From World War I to 1969, including the entire World War II, the signature uniform of the Soviet army was this pullover - this shirt-style coat was in Tsarist Russia.

The Soviet army served in the Soviet army for more than half a century and was not officially retired until 1969. According to the new regulations promulgated in January 1943, pullovers were used as field uniforms when using protective color marks and standard color marks as regular clothes. At the same time, pullovers were divided into two types: cotton for summer and wool for spring, autumn and winter (m45 and m43 are the same styles, but they were beautified).

"You are the direct commander and contact center of the entire operation, and you must not be absent from the key sir. Stay here! I will just take Mans, Fritz and Pett."

Mitigo said worriedly: "This...you four are there, will there be a little less staff?"

Lin En turned his head to look at him calmly and smiled indifferently: "I dare not talk about dealing with others, but I am willing to deal with this disabled General Mattsov... it is enough to have two people to help him."

Infected by Lynn's expression, Mitigo solemnly changed his clothes for him. The standard Soviet uniforms were golden eaves, large caps and blue breeches, and five-pointed star-buttoned single-row eye belts were the most classic officer belts of the Red Army in World War II and one of the iconic items of the officers. With these, it is not considered complete officer wear. The Soviet officers that Lynn had seen on the battlefield also had old-fashioned pistol holsters and officer file bags - or officer map bags, large flip style, and used separate straps. Those with higher levels would hang a pair of telescopes around their necks, and these tailor shops obviously did not.

When Lynn asked such a question, Mitigo scratched his head in a little depressed manner: "When I went to remote villages to collect waste items, I saw 700% of the new belts, pistol holsters, map bags, magazine covers and gas mask bags in the hands of farmers, but unfortunately we didn't want them."

Without a mirror, Lin Neng had to look down at his new outfit and said, "Forget it, let's do it! When you are in the city, map bags are not necessary. If you don't bring a gun holster, you can save inspection. After all, we don't even have forged documents."

Fritz, who was standing by, asked: "Will we get into the military officer's family area without a document?"

During his previous trip to the United States, Lynn also deceived the post with a US military uniform without an officer's ID, but that was really like a loss and extremely dangerous. If he encounters a strong alert and upholds principles, he may completely break his identity. Therefore, he did not directly answer Fritz's question, but waited for Mitigo to speak.

As if nothing could stump Mitigo, he said calmly: "The main gate cannot be entered, but our tailor knows a hidden way of retreat, and can climb over the wall and bypass the guard post. Since I don't participate this time, then I'll let this good-skilled guy go with you! He is familiar with the environment there, and even if he accidentally encounters a Soviet patrol, he can still deal with it with the excuse of giving him a new military uniform."

Such considerations sound more comprehensive, but in Lynn's eyes, Mitigo and Laurenz Bach were still a little less important than that. At this point, he had no choice but to pat the Soviet Army's officer uniform: "Then let's go now! At this time, Mattsov should have gone home to sleep."

Mitigo sat beside the stove and rubbed his hands: "Not necessarily! I heard from the tailor that the Soviet officers in charge of logistics have been busy preparing for the Red Army Day in recent days. Sometimes they are busy in the office or logistics warehouse until two or three o'clock in the evening. And they heard officers complaining that the sofa in the office is too soft and the back is sore when they sleep, but those are officers of lower rank. At the level of the general... it is unlikely to make do with it in the office."

No action was smooth sailing from beginning to end, Lynn sighed helplessly: "I wish God blessed."

More than half a year has passed since the end of the European War, and six months have passed since Japan surrendered. Leningrad has long lifted martial law, but due to the Red Army Day, the city's vigilance is still much more stringent than usual. Fentrig drove around the way, and skillfully avoided several fixed posts.

Everything was quiet at night. Even though I sat in the cab covered with a blanket, Lynn felt the chill was heavy, and Fritz and Pat, who had to sit in the open car because of their seats, were even more distressed.

Almost an hour later, the truck stopped in a remote box with the sound of a rumbling engine. Fentrig got out of the car and soon brought back a slightly thin man, who was what Mitigo called the "tailor".

Crushing into the cab, he looked at Lynn roughly: "Hello!"

Lynn nodded slightly: "Hello!"

Fentrig obviously knew the location of the military dependent area, but after entering that area, the "tailor" still directly guided him to walk through the relatively remote alley and finally stopped outside a long wall.

Lin En quickly observed the wall in front of him. The wall was made of ordinary bricks, more than two meters high, and there were three barbed wire mesh on the top. The gaps in the wall were not obvious, and it seemed that they could not climb up with their fingers. After getting off the car, the "tailor" quickly walked to a corner of the wall that appeared due to a small bending, and climbed straight up along the wall like a gecko. The whole process only took a few seconds.

In addition to good arm strength, waist strength and good tools, it is very important to make such movements, which is long-term professional training.

Fortunately, there was only ordinary barbed wire on the wall. The guards in the military district were not exaggerated to the point where they needed to use expensive live barbed wire. At first, the distance between the barbed wire and the top of the wall was only about ten centimeters. This gap was enough for the "tailor"'s figure, but Lin En and others' bodies were relatively thick. The "tailor" climbed on the top of the wall with one hand and took out a strange-looking stick from his pocket with the other hand, and then supported them between the bottom barbed wire and the top of the wall. This gap of about thirty centimeters was enough for a person who had been climbing over the wall.

Standing in the cold wind, his nose was a little sour, but Lynn still smelled an indecent smell. Although he had not climbed up to the top of the wall to see the situation there, he knew that it should have been a public toilet in the past, and the least noticeable place.

Fentrig climbed to the top of the wall as a "tailor". Although his movements were not as agile as Black Cat, he still flipped over very smoothly with his help. However, in Lin Neng's opinion, a man in a Soviet uniform climbed the wall of the Soviet family area in this cold and quiet night, which always felt very strange.

It was Lynn's turn immediately.

During the days of luxury, Lynn did not delay normal physical training, but firearms, off-road, and obstacles were not in the condition. In terms of real special combat skills, except for receiving the few trainings in the "Vampire" commando training camp, he did not really come into contact with it later. The so-called special combat was just a battle with night vision equipment in the form of unconventional positional warfare and mobile warfare, and an unexpected raid was carried out when the concept of special combat was still in its infancy and the military and civilians were not alert enough.

Then, with the force of pushing the corner of the wall, Lin Neng's hands climbed up the edge of the wall smoothly. However, the thick gloves, the slid edge of the wall and the lack of friction under his feet made him fail the first attempt. In front of his hand, at this critical moment, the failure surprised and embarrassed Lynn, but at this time he didn't think much about it. He learned the lesson and made a second attempt quickly, and used force to balance his legs and waist and abdomen. Fentrig, who had already crossed the wall, also grabbed his arm. Lynn lay clumsyly on the edge of the wall, feeling its coldness and hardness, and then turned over carefully and slowly.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps from not far away, and the heavy and steady footsteps of ordinary soldiers.

It's a patrol team!

Lin En greeted the Russians who didn't sleep late at night in anger. The "tailor" jumped up and climbed up the edge of the wall with his arm, almost extending the time of jumping and taking off the stick under the wire mesh with one hand. Almost ten seconds later, two beams of light from the flashlight swept across the top of the wall. The wire mesh was still shaking slightly, but it was impossible to tell whether it was artificial or the effect of the cold wind.
Chapter completed!