Chapter 87 Winter Training Camp

On the afternoon of the second day after boarding, the warship sailed into the Port of Stettin, which was still under the control of the German army. If Lynn had not changed his special license plate, he would have arrived at the same port on such a ship. The ending of the same destination may have been destined in the dark. Looking at the northwest of Denmark, Lynn looked hard, but could not see the ship carrying the White Goatbeard family. Judging by the distance and the speed of the ship, they might have to wander on the sea for a while, hoping that they would be safe and sound.

Although it was the first time to set foot in this strange land, Lin En felt a strange sense of intimacy in his heart, as if overseas wanderers would return to their hometown one day. Unfortunately, his compact itinerary could not allow him to look at the port for a few more times, so he rode a truck covered in canvas and rushed all the way.

After nearly eight hours of driving, he was twice air strikes along the way, and three cars carrying these "Dark Night Warriors" arrived at his destination. With the slogans of the officers, Lynn jumped down from the rear of the car with his weapon. The dry soil was as hard as iron, the cold air made his nose slightly sour, and dust floating under the light beam of the headlights. When the car engine turned off and the noise in his ears disappeared instantly, Lynn felt even more indescribable.

This is a whole new world!

Suddenly, Lin En was at a loss when he heard a loud voice shouting "Everyone lined up".

"Lynn!"

A familiar voice solved Lynn's trouble. He turned his head and saw Lieutenant Colonel Bach, who was still wearing a leather jacket and carrying his hands on his back, signaling him to come to him.

Standing beside the commander, Lin En was fortunate to watch the gathering of this special forces. The soldiers' movements were simple and clear, and Kong Wu was powerful. In less than 30 seconds, three neat rows of teams appeared in the open space next to the car. There was still no starlight that night, but the lights not far away set off the guard post, barracks and barbed wire.

The person in charge of the whole squad was a SS officer of the same size. When he turned around to report to Bach that the whole squad was completed, Lynn saw a pair of armed SS lieutenants' head seals.

Lieutenant Colonel Bach walked a few steps forward, stood in front of the team, and spoke in his peaceful and steady voice: "Soldiers, the mission of the previous stage has officially ended at this moment, and we have lost some companions. This is very sad, but we have also achieved remarkable results, as the great head of state, the great Germany, and for this great war, and have fulfilled our duties. I am proud of you! Before you get a new order, you will get a period of rest, and the leave procedures will be the same. Disband!"

Instead of scattering, the Dark Night Warriors turned in place and kept their formation towards the barracks, while the non-commissioned officer Eric stayed spontaneously.

"Eric, take Lynn to take a shower and have a meal first! Starting tomorrow, we will directly join the reserve team for training!"

When Lieutenant Colonel Bach ordered these things, he had no intention of avoiding Lynn at all.

Although no one else was present, Eric stood at attention very seriously: "Abide by the order!"

Bach nodded and left directly in a direction different from ordinary soldiers.

Eric removed the attentive posture and made a tilt to Lynn: "Go, man!"

At this moment, Lynn was not nervous or nervous at all, but felt novel and yearning for the coming new life. Being a special war elite certainly means a more dangerous battle, but it also gives a civilian a will, spirit and combat skills beyond ordinary people. Many things will be useful for life. Therefore, Lynn became more determined in his previous idea: as long as he could survive the war, he would have great potential.

A comfortable hot bath, a sumptuous meal, and a warm bed all set a good start for Lynn's new life. However, the needle pointed to 5 a.m. the next day, and the dream ended. An officer in a black leather jacket woke Lynn up with a sharp whistle and a hot whip. His fierce square face, broad and strong arms and short figure were all very different from Lieutenant Colonel Bach. Driven by this training officer, more than 100 soldiers, including Lynn, began a boring and arduous long-distance running with heavy loads. Walking two inches deep snow and passing through the densely vegetated coniferous forest, the soldiers had to rush to the top of the mountain in one breath. After 5 minutes of rest, they carried their respective weapons and equipment back to the camp. This training method reminded Lynn of some plots in TV and novels, but unexpectedly one day it would come to him.

Back at the camp, it was already dawn. Lynn looked at the barracks, far away from the city and the main lines of transportation. It was placed in a large open space between the woods, with the main buildings being concrete or ordinary civil structures, dormitories, restaurants, classrooms, etc., which were separated from each other, and could accommodate thousands of soldiers to station and train. There were other building facilities in this barracks half buried underground, and only from the exposed ground, it was difficult to guess their true scale.

There was no singing or political course, and after a long-distance training, breakfast, bread, butter, eggs and milk were directly included. Compared to Lynn's previous life, these foods were not very rich, but compared to the frontline diet, these were like dreams. So, he once again swept away the quota of food with the wind and clouds, but even at this speed, it was still not the fastest among the trainees. I think many people have stayed on the front line of war and have special desire for food.

The meal was pleasant and happy, but the next morning, Lynn fell into the abyss of pain again. The fighting courses were held in an open-air place, and the soldiers who were trained together were earlier than Lynn. The preliminary training was more or less accumulated, so no matter how tall, fat and thin, they could easily win against Lynn. Poor Lynn could not count how many times he was hit and fell, and only felt that his internal organs were about to break, and even the ones he ate in the morning were about to spit out. At lunch, facing the still rich food, he was the last of all the training personnel to finish it.

At the beginning of the afternoon, it was still carrying heavy-duty off-road. Lynn began to understand why those "dark night warriors" could still marching normally with heavy battery boxes. Normal training puts physical fitness in an extremely important position. Is this also the common feature of special forces in various countries?

However, the off-road in the afternoon did not take the morning road, nor did it simply go back and forth. Under the leadership of the training officers, the soldiers lined up to a training ground ten kilometers away. In the underground cave warehouse, there were various types of combat vehicles parked - from tank No. 3 to leopard, the Tiger King, and even the Soviet T-34, Gas Automobile and the Allied Crusaders, Stewart. Although they did not fully include every chariot that appeared on the European battlefield, the most representative and universal ones on both sides of the war were basically listed, which was completely at the level of the World War II Military Museum.

Of course, the special forces soldiers who were trained came here not just for a visit. They were led by soldiers in SS uniforms in groups. They learned the driving and operation of various combat vehicles on the spot. Everyone also had the opportunity to practice. For a time, the underground cave library was filled with various mechanical roars. In just one and a half hours, Lin Neng, who had not yet obtained a driver's license, actually tried to drive a leopard tank, but without any technical and theoretical knowledge as support. All he could do was to "activate". In contrast, although controlling the turret, artillery and vehicle-mounted machine guns were simple, they were still far from the actual combat requirements!

Linen lined up to walk out of this underground cave library with great concealment, and Linen looked at the test site that was also far away from the city with curiosity. On the surface, it was not even a factory. The only buildings were two-story buildings, and the straight runway was covered with yellow-brown and pure white camouflage nets. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary field. As for those anti-aircraft gun groups, they were all disguised as mounds and bushes. In terms of technical effects, Linen felt that this might have represented the highest level in World War II. Without precise guidance, Allied pilots could not throw bombs at this place.
Chapter completed!