Chapter 132 Prelude to Fate

When, when, when...

The clock in the corner of the room rang twelve times. The young officer sitting at the desk looked up at the old clock with wooden frame glass mirror, frowned slightly, tore off a page from the calendar on the desktop, and threw it into a trash can filled with waste paper.

A new page on the calendar table reads April 24, 1945.

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The wooden door was knocked lightly, and the officer was still buried in the documents under the desk lamp and said casually: "Please come in!"

With a creaking sound, the door opened, and a neatly serene lieutenant walked in steadily and stood at attention respectfully: "Sir! Colonel Kasman of the Prime Minister's Office has sent an important appointment!"

"Oh?" The young officer seemed a little surprised. As soon as he stood up, a hurried army colonel walked into the room. He walked to his desk and placed a sealed file bag in front of the other side:

"Congratulations, Colonel Laurenz Bach! The head of the empire appointed you as the commander of the city defense in Berlin. This is his personal order of appointment!"

"Ah?" The young officer widened his eyes, as if he felt that the other party was just here to spend time, but looking at the other party's serious expression, he had to believe this fact. He quickly opened the document bag and took out a thin piece of document paper from it. The empire's eagle emblem and the vigorous and powerful handwriting were clearer.

"From 00:00 this morning, you can officially perform the authority of the city defense commander!" The colonel turned his head and looked at the clock, "I'm sorry, I seem to be a minute late!"

"Oh, look at what you said!" Although the young officer's rank was the same as the other party, he was much more low-key in his tone. He put down the paper with a serious expression and asked softly: "How could the Head of State suddenly make such an important decision?"

The gray-haired Army Colonel replied with a serious smile: "The Head of State is very satisfied with the performance of the SS Night War troops. He believes that the Night War elites are the most reliable soldiers of the Empire. As the commander-in-chief of this unit, you are more capable of defending the capital of the Empire than others! Now, you can go directly to the City Defense Command to take office, or send someone to summon the staff to you. All the information, together with the combat troops and the National Commando currently deployed in the Berlin city, will accept your call unconditionally!"

This sounded contemptuous and ironic. The young officer looked at the colonel awkwardly, with a look of wanting to speak but stopping.

"Okay, Commander, if there is nothing else, I will go back and report now!" After the Colonel of the Army said, he put on his military cap and turned around and left without waiting for the young officer to ask anything more.

"Oh..." The young officer looked at the figure of the army colonel leaving, and was at a loss for a moment. When the adjutant brought the door, he fell to the chair in a weak position, reached out to rub his temples, and said to himself: "Appointing a colonel under 30 years old as the commander of the city defense in the capital is unprecedented in Germany's history! It's really crazy, too crazy!"

After talking so entangled for a while, the young officer finally opened his eyes, moved the phone on the table and shook it a few times, and picked up the microphone: "I am Laurenz Bach... pick me up the Gestapo headquarters, everywhere!"

On the first morning in Berlin, Lynn woke up from his sleep.

He heard the roar of the shells and the dense explosions, and a burst of time passed, suffocating!

The weather is no longer as cold as before, and his place has changed from a trench to a room that can shelter from wind and rain. However, the strong tremor of the earth and mountains still inevitably reminds him of the first feelings of this era. Everything is like an inescapable cycle, which has been repeated over and over again, after many disasters, and has returned to the familiar origin.

He turned over in panic, but there was no black crowd of Soviet soldiers outside the observation hole. Experience told him that the shells were shot from outside the sight.

After looking helplessly at the soldiers who were still following him, Lynn sighed, stuffed his ears tightly, and silently endured the rampage of the enemy's long-range heavy artillery.

The days in Berlin seem to be worse than those in Oraninburg.

I slept in a daze, and when I woke up again, the shelling was over, but I could still hear the vague sound of gunfire from my ears. It was very far away from here and very close to Berlin.

Because of cross-examination and communication, it was already night when Linen and his team entered the Berlin city yesterday. Now, looking out through the observation holes in the window, there are barricades, anti-tank barriers and concrete fortifications everywhere, railway stations, bridges and forks, buildings at railway stations, bridges and forks have also been transformed into defense support points, and the banks of the canals are also listed as key defense areas. It is no exaggeration to say that the entire Berlin has become a huge fortification - all this is just as the Soviet army did in Stalingrad, Leningrad and Moscow in the early days, but the fate of both sides is destined to be in great harmony.

After barely tidying up his clothes, Lynn said to his soldiers: "I'll go to the defense zone of the 'Nordic' division to see if I can find my old friend!"

The soldiers watched their commander leave with trust. After the years at Fort Oranin, their attitude towards the young commander was perhaps just as Lynn had to the "butcher" back then.

The building they temporarily live in is the Army Library located in the north of Berlin City. The precious books and textbooks here have long been transported to the safer south. The interior of the huge library looks empty. Its solid exterior walls and towering stairs are seen by the Defense Command. All windows have been reinforced and sealed, leaving only shooting holes to form cross-fire with barricades on the ground and underground fortifications.

As one of the 200 night assault combat groups that were rushingly formed, the performance of the 167th battle group may not be the most outstanding, but the growth and performance of the soldiers are remarkable. In addition, they have received special training and are equipped with expensive and advanced night vision equipment. No commander should ignore the role of such a force in urban defense warfare. Therefore, the mission of Lynn and his subordinates is different from that of other soldiers stationed in this building. They were organized into the night battle commando of the Berlin Defense Command, hiding out at night during the day and waiting for darkness to be like a "vampire" and fully displaying their outstanding night combat capabilities.

After leaving the building, Lynn walked straight east. Last night, from the officer responsible for arranging military supplies, he learned that the new defense zone of the "Northern" division was adjacent to the Army Library. After the failure of the "Solstice Counterattack", the elite SS armored division first retreated to Stettin. After the city was lost, they held in Alterdam on the banks of the Oder River for half a month. The battle was extremely fierce, so that more than half of the division was injured and injured. Then they retreated to Frynwald to rest, where some recovered wounded soldiers and naval and air force combatants were replenished there in time, and retreated to the Berlin defense line a week before the fall of Oranin Fort. Faced with the fierce attack of the Soviet army, the SS unit, mainly volunteer soldiers from Nordic countries, fought for nearly a week and gave up its peripheral positions and retreated into the Berlin city.

After learning about this legendary experience of the "Nordic" division, Lin Neng didn't know whether he should regret or be glad. It was undoubtedly proud to have such a combat experience. However, the cruel number of casualties was there, and no one could be sure that he had such good luck from beginning to end. If he had not joined the "Vampire" commando, he might have died early and had slowly corroded under the soil. Because of this, he urgently wanted to know whether his old boss, the "butcher", the leader, was alive.

Through the street crossing where triangular anti-tank barriers stand, Lynn entered a transverse position based on roads and buildings. The soldiers here looked no different from ordinary SS units, but their armbands clearly stated "norland", which is why they are often called "Norland" division.

Last time I glanced at the field hospital on the front line, more than a month had passed. Lin En had no idea about the situation of his old boss. Even if he had adjusted the company, he had to do the same thing, and asked the soldiers around him "Sergeant Fein of the 2nd Company of the 24th Battalion, 24th Regiment". As a result, most people shook their heads and said they didn't know. Only a young soldier thoughtfully said that he knew Fein had been killed a month ago, but he was not a sergeant. After hearing this person's words, Lin En was even more nervous and entangled. It was not surprising that a unit had people of the same surname, and he was unwilling to give up. Continuing to ask along the position, it took most of the day, basically from one end of the "Northern" division defense zone to the other end, but still had no gains. Could such a living person disappear out of thin air?
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