It is hard to part with each other when we get together, and this sentence is especially applicable to a cruel war. A few seconds ago, the familiar face was vivid and vivid, but in a blink of an eye it has become a thing of the past. People on the battlefield have more or less experienced such painful experiences. Lynn, who was first involved in the war, also witnessed many of his companions leaving in just five days - death is not the only way to part, but none of them can make people feel relieved.

He knew that there might be no chance to meet again, but Lin En didn't even have a gap to sigh. He turned his head and didn't want the "butcher" to see the tears falling from the corners of his eyes. Although he had been with him for a short time, he was already a perfect match for life and death. If it weren't for the help of this irritable and upright SS S. Sir, who appeared as a rookie, would have turned into residue in this strange place. It's no wonder that his comrades' friendship is as deep as the sea. This battlefield with blood and fire is like a melting pot. All false and hypocritical things would be burned to ashes, leaving only the true love like gold.

At the urging of "Yanker", the five soldiers he selected simply packed up their houses, including personal belongings previously stored behind the position and military blankets rolled into horseshoes - these were usually not brought to the battlefield. Lynn wanted to give his assault rifle to the "butcher", but he smiled bitterly and shook his head. The injured left hand was barely able to control the easy-to-use mp40, so it would be difficult to use mp44 for accurate shooting. Moreover, on the battlefield with artillery and chariots as the core force, the role of a single gun alone is minimal.

Picking up the canvas backpack I carried with me and wearing a bullet-filled assault rifle cross-body, Lynn once again walked into the squad led by "Yanker". Before his doubts were answered, he cursed viciously in his heart: You said you are a lieutenant of the National Defense Forces and a SS soldier like me. It's so unreliable, so bad! When we were fighting on the front line, you didn't see anyone. After finally repelling the attack of the Russians, you jumped out to select people. You are not the ones who take the lives of these soldiers and try your best to please the superiors?

Lean Lynn was so sarcastic about his thoughts, the burly Wehrmn officer still held his head high and straightened his body. This was really like the former Bayern and German double center Kasten Yankel on the court. However, except for Lynn, the other four soldiers he selected were injured - those who could stay on the front line were not too serious. However, the energy of the injured person was often not very good. The sun above his head was warm, but they were like wheat that had not been irrigated for a long time. Even if they were straightened, they still looked like dusty.

Although the weapons selected by the "Yankel" on the eve of the eve of the army were not very uniform, they were at least submachine guns. This time, the five soldiers used five completely different guns as their main weapons, the German-made Mauser 98k, mp40, mp44, the Soviet-made "Poposa" and a Mosinnagan rifle with a fixed scope, and there were two people with pistols inserted on their belts. Lynn's Mauser military pistol was considered quite strange in the German army, and the Mosinnagan m1895 of another soldier was a rare trophy. It belongs to the old double-action revolver pistol, which became a Russian military standard weapon since the end of Tsarist Russia and continued to the Soviet Red Army period. The overall number of equipment was actually not very large, but according to the size of the army, its distribution ratio was far lower than that of the US and British troops and even the Germans, and its fame was not as loud as Browning, Webley, Ruger and Walter.

After leaving the position, this small team of German soldiers walked along the road towards the town of Holgen. The two were less than two kilometers apart, and even at a slow pace, a quarter of an hour was enough to reach. However, the daytime belonged to the Soviet Air Force. At the interval of violent bombing by large aircraft groups, Soviet fighters attacked from one to one or two or even single aircraft appeared near the river bank from time to time. Whether it was harassment or provocation, German fighters basically ignored them, and the extremely limited air defense firepower on the defending positions was difficult to drive away, so that German ground troops had only one way to choose when encountering Soviet fighters, that is, to hide. Lynn and others retreated into the woods twice along the way to avoid air strikes, and it took more than half an hour to arrive in the town.

Compared with the situation when Lynn first saw it, this typical Eastern European town was beyond recognition at this time. Traces of battle were everywhere, and the amazing power of shells and bombs destroyed most of the buildings on both sides of the river, and even the churches standing in the center of the town were not spared; the circular square became a natural accumulation site for various "war garbage", and wood, cement blocks, stones and glass slags of all sizes had completely covered the ground paved with gravel; the winding streets in the town could no longer be seen from beginning to end, they were either partitioned by collapsed houses or disappeared into the ruins one by one.

Buildings can be rebuilt, towns can be rebuilt, but time will never go back to the past.

Following "Yanker" turned north from the entrance of the town, he accidentally saw an arm hanging down on the edge of the pile of debris. Lynn's mood suddenly fell to the cold bottom.

This is a terrible war and it has encountered a terrible enemy!

The main body of this town is located on the hillside on the north bank of the river, with a height of less than a hundred meters away from the river. The group bypassed the center of the town and came to the ridge soon. Lin En looked back at the top of the river. Only half of the bridge piers and a small bridge deck near the river were left. The other side was scattered with wreckage of Soviet tanks and chariots and the remains of soldiers who had no time to transport them away. The scene under the river bed was also shocking. The once white snow had been dyed into mottled colors, and the originally clear river water was mixed with scarlet blood.

On this side of the river bank, the German soldiers defending along the river used broken walls and sandbags and gravel as positions. The wisdom and fearless spirit of fighting were fully reflected: some fought on their own, stacking several guns, whole chains and long-handled grenades at their hands; some were in groups of two, including "iron fist" or "tank killer" and submachine guns for infantry melee combat. Behind a house that had not yet completely collapsed, Lynn also found a No. 4 tank with long-barrel cannons. Armored soldiers made camouflage nets on its body and turret, sandbags and even several pieces of furniture. Such a weird configuration demonstrated their determination to stick to the front line.

Walking through the ridge, the first thing that catches your eye is a dozen pointed houses scattered in the north of the hill. They all look like wooden and stone structures and are almost the same size. Some are located on the edge of the woods, some are located in flat grounds. Some are just lonely, and some are also wooden houses such as wood-room stables next to them. Then look up and look out, after passing the hill, it is extremely open white: the size of a football field.

The middle is covered with white snow, and several black lines wind from the foot of the mountain to the distance. The woods are either separated from each other naturally or side by the corners of the neck. Among these woods, there are occasionally houses with gray-brown walls, in groups of three or three, and there are no compact villages. In the woods and fields, wooden stakes about half a person are like stitches on a large curtain, separated from each other but connected into lines, winding out the outlines of horse farms.

The natural scenery and traces of human activities are almost perfectly integrated here. After only a few glances, Lynn suddenly felt much more cheerful. However, the open terrain is full of the beauty of simplicity and coordination, which also means that once the Soviet tanks break through the river defense line, they can gallop in the fields unscrupulously. Lynn narrowed his eyes and looked at it. In addition to building small positions in some hills or forests that can control the surrounding areas, there is really no linear fortifications to stop the Soviet army from advancing. As for the far end of the line of sight, the faint gray-blue color is already the shore of the Baltic Sea?

"Hey, soldier, keep up!"
Chapter completed!