When I saw Luka Motchig sitting in Hoshi's military vehicle at the entrance of the Army Library, Lynn suddenly felt a strange feeling - the staff liaison officer of the "Vampire" commando seemed to bring good news to him every time he appeared. Could he be his "godivine messenger"?

Sure enough, when he saw Lynn coming, Motchig pushed open the car door and said in a humorous tone: "Ha, it's really hard for our hero to wait!"

Lynn quickly apologized, "Uh, there are some private matters, so..."

"No need to explain!" Motchige calmly spared Lin N's concern. He first took out a black and white newspaper from his briefcase and said calmly: "Congratulations, you and your combat squad have become combat heroes!"

After hearing this, Lynn guessed that it must have a direct relationship with Eva and Futerridge. After taking the newspaper, the Berlin Daily published the deeds of the 167th Night Assault Team in a large amount from the lower part of the homepage, and even accompanied it with a simple hand-drawn picture - you should know that Eva returned to Berlin the morning before. In just 24 hours, considering that the newspaper had to be typed and compiled, she really devoted her efforts to this report.

"Not bad, really good. Even Colonel Bach has benefited from it!" Motcheg said, taking out a document from his briefcase.

"Here, this is your promotion order and appointment order. From now on, you will be the commander of the 11th Night Battle Task Force directly under the Berlin City Defense Command, Sergeant Galgo!"

"Task Force? Sergeant? Benefit?" Lynn received too much information in a short period of time, and he was still a little confused.

"The situation is urgent, and I can't explain it too much - it's complicated enough to explain it!" Motcheg's words seemed to be self-smoothing. Finally, he took out a third thing from his briefcase, a pair of quite exquisite brass-shell telescopes.

"This is a private gift that Colonel Bach asked me to give you. He hopes that you can continue to work hard and lead your subordinates to show the might of the Night Battle Commando! Oh, and also, look longer, don't just see before you like ordinary soldiers!"

"Uh?" The document in Lynn's hand was just a quick glance, and he quickly took the telescope from Motchig. It was small in size and lighter than a mullet gun. At first glance, it looked like a craft for collection.

"Okay, the last thing!" Motchig said quickly, "Pick a group of soldiers for your night battle contingent! If you don't have a designated candidate, then we will directly deploy it by our command!"

The previous few things can be slowly digested, but this selection of soldiers...Lin Neng keenly realized that there was something to do with it, so he asked: "Can you choose as long as you are a soldier?"

"As long as the troops in Berlin City are, in principle, the colonel is now the commander of the city defense!" Motcheg said this slightly lowered his voice, and there was no such pride as a subordinate who was thriving with his superiors, but as if he was cautious about getting rich overnight for fear of others' concern. He then added:

"Based on the nature of our troops, it is recommended that you choose the SS. Uh... In the fierce battles in recent days, many commanders of the Night Fighting Assault Squad have been killed or evacuated from the front line due to injuries. The team represented by ordinary non-commissioned officers is actually the best choice!"

The last sentence was a very obvious hint, and Lynn asked quickly, "Where is Sergeant Eric's assault squad?"

To Lynn's surprise, Motcheg reached out and snapped his fingers: "Good choice! The senior Sergeant Eric has been promoted to Lieutenant Eric, but unfortunately, he was injured again. Last night, he was broken several ribs by a strong Russian as brown bear in the fight. This has to be taken in the hospital for a while. His original team...well, he can be dispatched for you!"

"That's great!" As soon as Lin En said this, he felt something was wrong, so he made a tongue-split action that was not consistent with his current identity - and felt it was inappropriate and said helplessly: "I mean it's easier to get along with old comrades!"

Motchig didn't seem to care, and he shrugged, "That's it! If it goes well, they will come to report to you before dusk, and your new uniform will be delivered together."

Seeing Motchigra open the car door and get on the car and leave, Lin En hurriedly asked: "Sir! Another thing... can you help me transfer a non-commissioned officer named Fein from the 'Northern' division?"

"Nordic Division?" Motchig turned his head and looked at the defense zone adjacent to the Army Library. "Aren't they there? You can go directly to their command with this appointment order. It is no problem to ask for one or two people in the name of the City Defense Command!"

After saying this, Motchig quickly started the car, as if all his patience was spent on waiting for Lynn before.

Watching the powerful Huoxi military vehicle turn away with a roar, Lin Neng's head was still a little confused. While walking into the Army Library building, he picked up the newspaper and appointment documents in his hand. There were many words in it that were unfamiliar and difficult to understand. But what can be confirmed is that he had entered the newspaper himself, but when the end of the empire was about to come, there were still a few people who were interested in reading the Berlin Daily. He was promoted and became a contingent commander. All he could do was to resist the Soviet attack. Looking at the date in the newspaper, it was April 24, 1945, and it seemed that the end of the empire was only a few days away. Hey? This contingent is at the shrimp level?

After thinking hard for half an afternoon, he called Brewer again. Wolflum discussed it and then made it clear what happened. It was almost dusk that a military card brought Lynn's "new recruits" and basic supplies.

Standing at the entrance of the lobby of the Army Library and looking at the old faces mixed with the new faces, Lynn really didn't know what to say except calling their names.

"Alfred Flins! Love Brucker! Gantt Jonas!"

In Eric's assault team, only these three soldiers were able to call out their names. After last night's night battle, there were only 8 soldiers left in the 15-man night battle team, so the command center pieced together 6 soldiers from other places, which brought together enough 20 combatants for Lynn's 11th Night Battle Task Force.

The old soldiers walked up one after another to shake hands with Lin En. I'm afraid only they themselves could experience the indescribable heaviness and bitterness.

Finally, the young non-commissioned officer who came down from the truck cab delivered a square paper box to Lynn: "Sir, this is your new uniform! In addition, Captain Motchig asked me to tell you that the task force's mission tonight is to eliminate the enemies that invaded the Eighth Defence Zone as much as possible, and find a way to regain the reserve warehouse from the enemy!"

Lynn opened the box and looked at it. The non-commissioned uniform was brand new and it must be very handsome when worn, but if he wore it on the battlefield, it would become a priority prey for enemy snipers.

The general's uniform was put aside, and Lynn stepped forward to count the combat supplies unloaded by the soldiers. There were four boxes of bullets used to match assault rifles and submachine guns, two boxes of grenades, one box of rockets used by the "Tank Killer", and several bags of bread, butter and bacon. When the supply of supplies in Berlin was getting worse, it seemed that the City Defense Command still gave the Night War Task Force additional care - after eating and drinking enough, you can rush forward with the enemy's gun in high spirits!

Lynn is not that kind of naughty.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, he had to put the idea of ​​going to the Nordic division defense zone to find the "butcher" aside. When the truck left, he gathered 19 new and old subordinates. In terms of age, these were all the most energetic young and middle-aged men. In terms of age, except for the insignificant scratches, each of them was in good health. From the perspective of military rank, three of them were low-ranking non-commissioned officers, but only Yonas was a senior corporal - this means that he had the richest combat experience and experience, and among the remaining 16 soldiers, only two had the title of "senior"; from the perspective of equipment, with the night vision instruments of Lynn and Brewer, the entire Night Battle Task Force had 4 infrared suits, which was equivalent to the standard Night Battle Assault Squad, and there were 6 assault rifles, 4 submachine guns, 4 rifles and 1 "Tank Killer" bazooka.

Lynn also asked specifically that Jonas and Bruc each carried a muffled pistol.

After a brief introduction, Lynn let everyone have a meal on the spot. Considering the physical energy consumption of night battle intensity, he did not limit the quota for each person, but asked everyone to eat as much as possible and bring some food with them. At the same time, he called Jonas, Flins, Brück, Wolfrum and Brewer to the side, and discussed the night's combat operations while gnawing bread. The first three were partners who had fought with Eric's team earlier. Flins and Brück also had the same group of commando training. Wolfrum followed him to participate in many battles. Brewer was a very flexible guy. With these five people as capable players of the night battle task force, Lynn could command the troops more calmly, and more importantly, if he wanted to pull away the troops before the empire was destroyed, he had to have several relatively reliable helpers.
Chapter completed!