Chapter 40 Non-existent friendship

In Germany, people regarded December 24 as the festival of Adam and Eve. On this day, they would put "park trees" symbolizing the Garden of Eden at home, hang biscuits on it to symbolize the holy cakes and light candles to symbolize Christ. In the 18th century, this custom was quite popular among the believers of the Lutherans of Germany. By the 19th century, it became a deeply rooted tradition for the German people. In the past few years, even the bleakest years, this tradition was preserved. However, when Western allies who also believed in Christianity occupied Germany, an overly harsh martial law order prevented the residents of many towns in southern Germany from entering the mountains and cutting down fir trees. The temporary replacement was too hasty. Fortunately, they could still get the human compatibility of the local garrison troops, and unfortunately they could only sit at home and complain.

Early in the morning, Lynn saw snowflakes falling outside the window. It seemed that the winter of 1946 was destined to be a low temperature and cold test for the soldiers on the battlefield. At 8 o'clock, he opened the window and listened to the Bavarian local channel played outside the speaker in the house. Since the allied occupying troops entered Germany, several door-to-door searches were carried out. On the one hand, they were searching for former Third Reich officials and militants who were hiding, and on the other hand, they also prevented Yu Weiran from confiscating various civilian weapons, including hunting rifles and hunting knives, and electrical equipment that might be used to assemble radios. The radio was once awesome in the homes of ordinary residents. Trace. In order to demonstrate the tolerant policies of the Allies, especially after the Western Allied forces drove the Soviet army out of Germany, the occupying forces allowed local radio stations and radio facilities to be established in various parts of Germany. The people could listen to radio programs starting with the Blue Danube through the speakers hanging on the telephone poles every day. Of course, these programs need to be approved by the Allied management departments before they are broadcast. The content is nothing more than music, poetry, history and weather forecasts. Like newspapers, news about front-line wars are basically not heard on the radio. People can only learn about the situation of the war through hearsay and word of mouth.

After the familiar music, the announcer's ups and downs cannot conceal the boredom of orthodox literature. When I heard it was a recitation of "Homera's Epic", Lynn saw that the residents in the town were busy decorating the Christmas tree were all working, which was too familiar to them. Some children could also say a few classics casually, but this had extraordinary significance to Lynn. According to the agreement, every other week, the Imperial Intelligence Department would use the radio to transmit intelligence, and different literary fragments represent different meanings. In the Iliad section about the dispute between the gods, "One day in the future, the soldiers of Akaios will look forward to Achilles. At that time, many people will fall in piles under Hector, and you can only look up to the sky. The sentence "sighing and unable to save the task force" implies that the operations of the various contingents have been carried out step by step so far. It seems that the hidden power of the empire has been far away from Germany in the past year. This Western allies led by the United States, Britain and France have caused the Third Reich to completely collapse. The remaining people are only concerned about escaping and cannot create storms. This judgment may have seriously affected the Allied forces' analysis of a series of strategic decisions, and finally led them to the road of head-on war with the Soviet Union. Now in the Battle of Nuremberg, the allied occupying forces, from generals to ordinary soldiers were confused by the attacking forces that seemed to emerge from the ground. In their eyes, these guys with strong combat power were like a gust of wind, blowing endless power, and disappearing without a trace when they dissipated.

"A huge grief is coming on the Akaioos. If you hear the two most strategic and war-going heroes of the Akaioos quarrel, Priamos and his sons will be excited, and the other Trojans will be happy..."

The male voices on the radio continue to recite this ancient Greek classic with the characteristics of the six-tone sounds of the Yang and the Suppression. At present, mainstream Western countries, whether in the United States, Britain, France, or Germany, cannot find such a long cultural classics in history. This is the pride of ancient civilizations and makes the heirs of ancient civilizations infinitely lonely.

During breakfast, Lynn saw Danmer's frowning expression, and was unable to determine why this English-German mixed-race mixed in the Allied camp was anxious about why, and it was difficult to ask too directly. He sighed: "Not long ago, I thought I would welcome the festival in Munich, drinking tan beer by the stove while watching the girls dance. It seems that fate is really elusive."

"Don't worry, Mr. Horst," replied Danmer's deputy, the Orthodox Englishman Hunter, "We celebrate Christmas just as lively, with a strong whiskey and a fragrant barbecue. Perhaps a savior like you can still attract young girls in the town with charm."

Lin En didn't care about this vulgar joke. He sighed: "If the investigation is not completed, the plan to apply for food rescue from the International Red Cross will probably be postponed again. It is not a good thing to go hungry at the beginning of the New Year!"

"Perhaps only when your stomach is not full can people focus on survival and reflect on who caused this situation of "needing cannons and not butter." Hunter said with a smile on his lips.

Lynn shrugged: "The people always bear the mistakes of politicians - when they are shining, the people tighten their belts; when they are declining, the people are still tightening their belts - this is our civilized world!"

"But we are not politicians!" Danmer's eyes finally left the plate with fried eggs and ham. He looked into the distance through the window with worry, for a moment, turned to look at Lynn.

"The ban should be lifted soon. You probably don't have to stay here until the New Year, and we... will go to the front line soon."

"Frontline?" This is a word that Lynn has wanted to hear from these British officers and soldiers for several days. However, these people obviously intentionally avoid the war ahead when they speak. When they occasionally mention it, they often feel unhappy.

Danmer smiled slightly, his expression full of bitterness: "I personally feel very honored to meet you, a straightforward and humorous German, here. Maybe one day in the future, we will fight side by side on the battlefield and resist the attack of the Soviet army together... Who knows?"

Lin Neng thought about it and estimated that the situation on the front line was deteriorating again and again. Even if the Allied Southern Line troops led by Alexander were able to escape the Soviet army's usual encirclement tactics, heavy losses in soldiers' equipment and morale were inevitable.

The Soviet army of this era is really invincible!

"When I was in Bremen, I heard from a colleague that the Allies and the Soviet Union might discuss peace on the New Year's Day and end this war with no end in the form of a truce agreement." Lynn made false statements to test the tone of these British officers and soldiers.

Hunter's smile looks ironic, while Danmer's expression is more bitter: "Similar rumors are from spring to autumn, and maybe from winter to summer, just like what you just said, the people always bear the mistakes of politicians, and we are just people with weapons."

Lynn wiped his lips and straightened his body and said to Danmer: "We can do too little, but no matter what, I wish you and your comrades good luck for a long time!"

After saying that, Lynn also nodded to Hunter and the other two British officials present. Based on his experience in war, he did not have much disgust towards the British, and most ordinary British people were not as aggressive as Churchill.

Although he was ridiculed by words just now, Hunter still responded politely in the face of Lynn's blessing.

Coincidentally, in the Zvonikhdaka area of ​​Western Ukraine, the Allied troops who had been on the position for the fourth day finally ushered in a strong reinforcement unit - the 70th Infantry Division, which was an old-fashioned force that participated in a series of battles such as the North African campaign, the Italian landing battle and the counterattack of Europe. It is also an orthodox British army composed of British local officers and soldiers. Unlike other major participating countries, the British local forces are mainly naval forces.

And the Air Force, the number of army troops is limited, and they rely on the armies of federal countries such as Canada, Australia, New Zealand and India in many operations, but this does not mean that the British army can only play soybeans. Whether it is World War I or World War II more than 20 years later, the British army has made decisive contributions on the main battlefields, and the courage and fighting spirit they show are always better than those of France and other troops that claim to be a land power.

According to the conventional organization of the British Infantry Division in 1946, the British 70th Division should have three infantry brigades, division-affiliated reconnaissance regiments and artillery groups, with a total of more than 18,000 soldiers. However, the British army arrived at the defense line before Christmas Eve, and there were only more than 9,000 British troops who arrived at the defense line before Christmas. Among them, more than 2,000 Canadian soldiers who were disbanded or recovered from injury were temporarily organized. Even though the scale was not large, this British army still inspired the tired rear guard troops, and arrived at more than 40 heavy tanks and self-propelled artillery they collected along the way, as well as a well-trained artillery unit equipped with 17-pound field artillery. In the past three days, the continuation of the blizzards also caused the Soviets who were more accustomed to this bad weather to suffer. Because heavy equipment was difficult to pass.

The hilly terrain behind the snow was mainly supported by artillery. The large number of infantry teams launched two large-scale attacks and four night raids with the support of some tanks, but failed to break through the defense line that the Polish army and German volunteers defended. Instead, they left thousands of corpses in front of the position. However, the Allied defending line was only built on the terrain. The width limit allowed the Soviet troops to continue to enrich the right wing troops, and the truly decisive battle was launched in Namirev, more than 270 kilometers away. There, the remaining troops of the 100,000 French troops and several British armored divisions guarded the western Ukrainian city to death, covering hundreds of thousands of the main forces of the Allied forces slowly retreating to Slovakia and Poland in the areas north of Moldova.

On the warning posts of the front positions, Eric and several German volunteers who were rotating carefully observed the situation ahead through the battlefield periscope. As the battle with a very firm offensive and defensive attitude gradually deepened, the trenches of the defensive side were dug deeper and deeper, thus forming a stable front line that was enough to avoid ordinary artillery fire and resist low temperatures. After a night of heavy snow, the remains of the Soviet army that were covered in the fields yesterday were covered up, and the world seemed to have returned to a natural and tranquil state, but those huge round pits, fragrant tree trunks and the wreckage of chariots that had been abandoned for a long time were silently telling the destructive power of the war.

Early in the morning, although the strong wind that had been raging for many days stopped, the line of sight was still white. Using simple optical instruments could not expand the visual range to a hundred meters, which means that Soviet snipers may be lurking within the range of the gun. It is meaningless to destroy a common battlefield periscope at the cost of exposed positions. An experienced soldier like Eric will naturally not worry about anything, but what he is best at is not squatting in a trenches. The survival of the Third Reich is at stake

During this period, as the commander of the Night Battle Assault Squad, he was involved in dangerous combat operations 19 times, injured five times and almost completely withdrawn from the battlefield. The "hunting" time and time again trained his keen sense of smell and made his killing skills more proficient. He successfully attacked the Soviet defense lines, camps, command centers and even armored troops. The Soviet soldiers killed by him and his subordinates may be enough to organize a brigade, and the role played by these battles on the battlefield cannot be measured by numbers.

On this line of defense, although his superiors were a German general with outstanding abilities and good vision, Eric did not volunteer—without a tacit comrade-in-arms, no skilled weapons, and more importantly, no reason and creed to fight to the death. He just repeated the mechanical defense in the posture of an ordinary non-commissioned officer, and even had no urge to jump out of the trenches to pursue the defeated fugitives.

Are those distant hopes just self-deception comfort after all?

"Hey man, how is the situation?"

Suddenly, when he heard someone behind him speak German in British accent, Eric almost elbowed because one-third of the night wars he participated in were targeting the American and British Allies on the Western Front, and some of those guys also spoke German.

Obviously, the instinctive reaction is especially strong without mental preparation.

Turning his head with a stern face, Eric saw a smiling face, smiling a little too brightly, as if it was disgustingly flattering and flattering.

In the snow and ice in Eastern Europe, the cold-proof effect of chocolate may be second only to the spirits and hot soup. Eric hesitated for a moment, and from the other party, he moved half a piece of chocolate in tinfoil to the side, giving the opportunity to observe with a periscope to the British soldier wearing an MK-iv-shaped helmet. This turtle-shaped steel helmet began to be produced and equipped in 1945. The turtle-shaped steel helmet is currently the front line of the British and its federal army. Only the troops that were not too late to change their clothes are still using the old Brody light helmet. Since it is currently in the cold season, the helmet is evenly painted white, especially the camouflage net covering the outside is also light linen color, and it looks like a bush of dead grass in the snow. Eric chewed the cold and hard chocolate while looking at the same time curiously.

The uniforms and weapons of famous British soldiers. When fighting against the Germans, these British soldiers never needed to use light-toned cold-band combat uniforms, nor did they need to put a strange white shoe cover on the upper part of their boots. From the side, they looked like horses' hooves covered by hair. As for individual weapons, the vitality of the British Li Enfield manual rifle is even more tenacious than the German Mauser 98. Although the British soldier's collar exposed the collar of half a non-commissioned officer, he still carried a Li Enfield no.  4  mk  i on the magazine. The 10 round capacity and successful bolt system make it the highest fire speed among manual rifles, but compared with successful semi-automatic rifles and assault rifles, manual rifles have almost no advantage.

"Did the Soviets' last attack be launched last night? Did they transport all the dead bodies back overnight or... The woods extend less than 400 meters in front of the position. Tsk, this is not conducive to defense. The impact of Soviet tanks is very terrible!"

"As a non-commissioned officer, the content you analyzed is too profound and heavy." Eric suddenly made a sentence of English to the other party.

"Oh? You German guy can still speak English?" The British soldier who was about Eric laughed, smiling very friendly, without the gloom and coldness of some of his predecessors.

"To defeat your enemies, it's better to learn a little of their language first." Eric said quickly, "this is what an old sir told me."

Seeing the opponent taking his rifle and looking at it, the British soldier didn't seem nervous at all. There were several other British soldiers who entered the front trenches with him. The highest military rank should be a captain. When he arrived at the defense line, the British team should first serve as a reserve force and then reinforced to the front-line positions at critical moments, or rotated with the troops that stood on the front line after adapting for a period of time. The scattered British people were obviously here to explore the situation on the front line for their companions.

"How is it? These Soviets are not easy to deal with! Well...their tanks are not very large, no wonder the defense line is still under our hands."

"If you come up, you will soon know whether they are powerful or not." Eric teased without any bad intentions.

"Of course, we will come up soon. You all think that the British team will only show their butts to the enemy?" The British soldier smiled.

Holding Lee Enfield and touching it several times, Eric put it back to the British soldiers: "Is there any cigarette?"

"The left pocket." said the British soldier, and when Eric took out the bag of cigarettes, he said again: "It's the Americans' camel card, and there are the last two left."

Eric asked for one, bent down and covered his hands to light a cigarette. He suddenly looked up and suddenly felt a strange orange-yellow color appearing on the ridge on the side. When he looked closely, the fog had dissipated a lot, and the orange-yellow color was caused by the morning sunshine. He looked back and found that the top of the mountain behind was already shining with a bright light.

How long did this terrible heavy snow fall? Eric couldn't figure out for a while. Two weeks - it seemed longer. The sky finally cleared. Will a clear Christmas be a peaceful and peaceful Christmas?

The roar of the plane quickly gave a negative answer.
Chapter completed!