Chapter 161: The Great Atmosphere

A building that was originally seven or eight stories high collapsed, and the ruins were still four or five meters high. Lynn asked Wolfrum and others to be alerted below, climbed up to find a location that was not the apex but was easy to conceal. He took out the pocket binoculars given by Bach from his bag, and looked at the block across the road calmly and patiently.

Although the Soviet troops had already attacked the German barricade position on the east bank of the Spree River at this time, there was still fighting in large areas of urban areas in eastern Berlin. In the telescope, the light that flashed between the streets and alleys of buildings was formed by explosives such as shells and grenades, and the dark red light spots passing through the ruins formed a dynamic starry sky map. The density gathered was the galaxy, and there were large areas of pure black vacuum zones around it.

Following the general route of rescue Bruc's retreat to the rear, Lynn quickly found a "galaxy" battle with a high degree of activity near the area where he blocked the Soviet army. The flames produced by the battle flickered frequently in the streets and alleys with complex terrain environments. He could vaguely hear the sound of dong dong guns, and the side attacking from a distance to a near place obviously had more fierce firepower.

"Marcos, Carl, where are you in? It's so deadly..."

Lynn muttered in his heart that at this time, he finally regretted that he should not let these two privates who lack combat experience leave the team - while protecting them, they also pushed them into the potential crisis of acting alone. But at this point, all he could do was to try his best to remedy.

After observing for a while, he finally climbed down the ruins on the not-fixed cement block. Looking at the three subordinates who were also confused and embarrassed in their eyes, Lin En said in a self-blame tone: "The situation is not optimistic, we'd better find them as soon as possible!"

"It's really not easy to find two people on such a battlefield!"

Wolfrum responded without subjective emotion that he had served in the armed SS units for more than a year and was far from being a veteran in peacetime, but a series of cruel battles on the Eastern Front had a "catalytic effect". After many conversations before, Lynn had realized that the soldier had fought much more times than himself, and had summarized many experiences and skills in conventional combat. So he asked in a tone of advice:

"Is there any good way?"

Unexpectedly, Wolflum just shook his head and said something that gamblers and those who intend to go out to make a living: "Try your luck!"

"That's all!" Lynn looked at Noah and Brewer apologetically. The anti-tank shooter seemed to have already put his life and death aside, and his expression was extremely calm, while Brewer's expression seemed very nervous at this time.

After hesitating for a moment, Lynn asked him, "Brewer, your battery... is out of power, right?"

Brewer hesitated for a moment and replied, "Well, there is no electricity!"

"How about this, you take my equipment back to the bridge first. If we can't come back before the defenders bomb the bridge, you can cross the bridge alone. Let's find an opportunity to swim across the river!" Lynn said, while untiing the battery box he carried and the assault rifle. Although there was no indication on his mouth, Brewer quickly caught them.

Lynn took a step forward and said to him: "If we don't see each other again tonight, you can find a way to escape from Berlin tomorrow! This city will be lost for a few more days at most. The soldiers who stay here will become prisoners of the Soviets, and Germany will also surrender within half a month. If possible, take their families to the south, and it is best to leave this country!"

After hearing these words, Brewer's expression was a little strange. He looked at Lin Neng with an extremely complicated look, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Good luck!" Lynn said goodbye to Brewer with a sudden enlightenment, turned around, carried the iron box of anti-tank rockets from Wolflum with his left hand, pulled out the waffle gun from the holster with his right hand, and trotted to the place where the sound of gunfire is most intense nearby.

Noah followed closely without hesitation, while Wolflum glanced at Brewer strangely before following with an assault rifle in both hands.

Brewer, who was still there, was stunned for a while, looked down at the night vision equipment left by Lynn, turned around lonely, and left without looking back.

At the same time, on the side of a small street called Kamansa in the eastern city of Berlin, two German soldiers wearing m42 steel helmets and "pea" camouflage combat uniforms each faced the corner of the wall. Diagonally opposite was a broken wooden door. It was like a bar gate in a western American film, only below the waist height, and there were some torn thorns, and only half of the door frame was left. On the street outside the house, the sound of gunfire was extremely clear, mixed with messy footsteps, and occasionally you could hear rough and low voices. A little farther away, the rumbling roar was like an old tractor plowing the field.

"Marcos, how are your injuries?" The slightly immature voice was filled with tension and fear, because it was deliberately lowered, which sounded almost the same as the sound of a fly flapping its wings.

There were enemies outside, so the other voice was also very low: "Huh... not very good!"

A burst of gunfire like fried beans seemed to come from the door, and the two of them were so proud that they dared not come out. When the footsteps gradually faded away, the voice behind them rang again: "Hey, Carl, listen to me, you go first. If you really can't find the superiors and the others, just keep going west and go back to the city and find a way to meet them!"

"You're crazy, Marcos! How can I keep you here alone?" This tone was like a young boy questioning his companion's idea of ​​dating a girl regardless of his fate. Although the other party is fresh and lovely, her father is a burly boxing coach.

"But my legs..." The voice was originally full of frustration, but suddenly became playful: "Karl, I have no strength anymore, I just want to sit quietly here. If I were discovered by the Soviets, I would shout 'I surrender'! Then, I think they would send me to the prisoner-of-war camp for treatment!"

After a moment of silence, the more tender voice said, "Does it hurt?"

"Well, it hurts, it hurts! So... Carl, don't be hit by a bullet. That's the most tragic thing in life!" The soldier huddled in the dark corner said, while slowly taking off his helmet and tidying his hair soaked in sweat. Suddenly, he felt a cool water drop on his face. He looked up and saw that the entire roof had been lifted off, so he could directly see the yellowed night sky.

"Is it going to rain?" This tone was as relaxed and natural as discussing the weather before going out. Then, he said to his companion: "Hey, Carl, hurry up and go! Take advantage of the opportunity now! I'll try to bandage the wound with a bandage, it will hurt, so my temper will suddenly become irritable... Carl, go quickly!"

Although the soldier who was still wearing a steel helmet was extremely reluctant, he still climbed up with his body and grabbed the weapon that he had not taken off this time - an old-fashioned mp38 submachine gun.

"Marcos, you must hold on. When I find the chief, they will come back to save you!"

Hearing this, the soldier sitting in the corner of the wall laughed, still whispering: "You idiot, I'm just injured in my leg. Use the word "persistence" and it feels like I'm about to die. Go away quickly and don't make me angry!"

Resisting the fear in his heart, the soldier who stood up helped his helmet, sighed heavily that was completely inconsistent with his age, walked out of the house through the hole on the wall, and was tripped by the gravel on the ground before he could take a few more steps. Fortunately, there was no loud noise, and he quickly got up again. He looked back and saw that the room was pitch black and could not see anything. Under the urging of gunfire and explosions around, he took a difficult step, and his thin figure gradually disappeared into another dilapidated block where the ruins coexisted with rubble...
Chapter completed!