: The Crazy Guy on the Line

On the battlefield of World War II, "Poposha" was undoubtedly a major weapon of the Soviet camp. Its structure is simple, durable and has a good firepower output. The Soviet infantry equipped with a large number of automatic weapons were reversed and gained a certain advantage in the later stages of the war, whether it was field battles, positional battles or urban street battles. Whether it was field battles, positional battles or urban street battles, the German infantry, which still had Mauser 98k and mp38/40 as the main weapons, gained a certain advantage. However, even if this gun had excellent combat capabilities, when German SS private Marcos Tanze temporarily used it as a crutch, the lack of length made him difficult to walk - in this regard, it was obviously not as easy as the Mauser rifle.

"Get on the bus quickly, Marcos, hurry up! There is another person? Let him get in the bus and then treat the wound!"

Linn, sitting in the driver's seat, shouted loudly. At this time, the two German soldiers guarding the door had no problem in fighting. One of them helped Tanze into the car and the other returned to the courtyard to call their companions. The size of this Gaz car is similar to that of the US jeep, with five seats in the front and back drivers. While Linn started the car, he personally arranged the position and division of labor for each person: Techmer took Colonel Mattsov to sit in the middle of the back row, Tanze was on the far right.

The German soldier who helped him came was sitting in the passenger seat with a "Poposha" submachine gun. Lin En originally planned to let the German soldier who was seriously injured in the courtyard sit on the left side of the back row. Another person escorted the female nurse in the Soviet army to the storage position cleared from the rear, but heard gunshots suddenly coming from inside. Then, the German soldier who entered behind supported the seriously injured companion and said to Lin En apologetically: "Sir, I didn't pay attention at once, let the woman escape inside!"

At this time, it was obvious that there was no time to catch the female nurse. With Mattsov's big meat ticket, one was missing, and the space was more spacious. He quickly called the two of them into the car and let the seriously injured sit in the storage room alone. The other man cooperated with Tchimer to take off his helmets, then asked everyone to take off their helmets, step on the accelerator, and drove along the passage between the ruins, which was no longer considered a road, towards the west, which was the German defense line.

In order not to attract the attention of those unknown Soviet troops, Lin En did not turn on the lights and the speed was relatively slow. He staggered across a street full of stone debris, turned left and entered the alley he had walked when he came. After the two T-34s were crushed, many of the cement blocks on the road had broken, so the bumps were significantly reduced. Coupled with the cleaning of the two teams of Soviet soldiers, this area seemed quite empty.

Lynn vaguely saw the remains of the German soldier who was shot dead before. Lynn deliberately avoided them, and they were also soldiers fighting to the death. The difference in methods and techniques made the final result very different. Then he drove past a multi-story building with the collapse of the middle and the exterior walls on both sides. Lynn saw some figures near the street in front. Wolfrum was not there and could not get away with it verbally, so he had to say to Tchmeel: "Carl, hold the gun and press the Russian crotch. If he dares to talk nonsense, let him taste the taste of the last one first!"

Although this move was indeed sinister, Tchimeer did it without hesitation. The Soviet colonel seemed extremely angry when he was humiliated, but his arms were deposed by Lin En from the beginning and were escorted by two German soldiers. He could only make some powerless struggles. If his eyes could kill people, Lin En would have been killed by him a thousand and ten thousand times long ago.

Seeing that the street in front was the one he had ventured through and met with Tchimer, Lynn drove over slowly in Gas car. Hearing the sound of gunfire, seeing that the Soviet soldiers gathered on this side were not nervous, Lynn speculated that the Soviet vanguard combat troops had attacked the street and were fighting with the Germans for the opposite block. Once the main battle was over, the Soviet troops here would cross the street to clean up the mess. While there was still a little distance, he whispered to his companion sitting in the passenger seat: "My man, be ready to shoot at any time!"

Seeing that the Gas car was coming from behind, the Soviet soldiers in front relaxed their vigilance, and the few who were blocking the middle of the road took the initiative to move aside. Lin En continued to move forward calmly, quietly took out the muffle gun from the gun holster with his left hand. Seeing a Soviet soldier holding a submachine gun and wearing a steel helmet waved. Lin En immediately slowed down and poked his head as if nothing had happened, and was ready to talk to the other party, but his left hand was raised quickly. When the ignorant Soviet soldier spoke, Lin En smiled kindly and raised his gun - looking at the black muzzle, the Soviet soldier's eyes frozen in an instant. Perhaps, he had seen the German collar seal on Lin En's collar, and perhaps, he also saw Colonel Mattsov who was detained. All this was as incredible as a fantasy.

Without saying goodbye, Lin Neng directly pulled the trigger. The unlucky Soviet soldier's face was suddenly hit by the bullets of the muffle gun. The fierce driver shouted "fire", suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and his left hand with the gun retracted was hung in accelerating gear with a continuous action. The German soldiers on the side, along with Tanze in the rear seats, and others also raised their guns to fire.

Suddenly, a large area of ​​Soviet soldiers around him fell down.

Thanks to the large-capacity round drum, the "Poposha" in the hands of the German soldiers continued to roar, and the engine of the Gas car also roared loudly, like a slaughtered horse happily spreading its hooves, and in a blink of an eye, it rushed to the street. Linn urged the steering wheel to the left to avoid the intersection where the heavy tanks of both sides had been shot, and was preparing to find a relatively safe path from the opposite direction. However, at this time, Berlin was a big battlefield, and battles were happening everywhere. No one was sure to turn at which street, and would not encounter enemy tanks ready to go, which was exactly what Lynn said, "Try the luck".

Realizing that the Gas car was controlled by the enemy, the Soviet soldiers did not care whether they were on the top of it. They were not swept down and immediately chased the car and opened fire. The dense bullets that burst out instantly flew over. Some of them just symbolically vented their anger, while others were very threatening. The reflector on the side of Lynn was shot by a shuttle bullet, and the broken shrapnel splashed in all directions, and his scratched face suddenly hurt. At this time, he had no time to wear a steel helmet, but instead turned into an off-road racer on the battlefield, desperately exerting the acceleration performance of the car to the extreme, and at the same time he had to constantly turn to avoid the large stones and cement scattered on the streets.

Once the speed gets faster, those small pieces that cannot be avoided can also make the car body bump violently, thereby increasing the difficulty of handling the car. Fortunately, the bullets that came after rear-end gradually became sparse, and Lin Neng stopped accelerating. He asked loudly: "How are you? Are there any more injuries?"

"I'm fine! Marcos is fine! The shit Russian is fine!" Carl Tecchimel answered first.

An unknown German soldier sitting next to Lynn turned to look at Lynn: "It's so exciting! I'm still alive! So handsome!"

It is obviously not a good thing to be happy too early. After a moment, another German soldier in the back row said with a sad face: "Devik is dead, this poor man..."

"Who?" Lynn looked in the rearview mirror. It seemed that the soldier who was shot and killed was the one who was already seriously injured.

"Poor Devik!" The German soldier in the passenger seat heard the bad news and immediately drew a cross on his chest.

Seeing that the next street intersection was approaching, Lynn began to slow down and asked the question he had wanted to ask early in the morning: "I said... you three were responsible for custodying the Soviet colonel? Are they from the 6th Defense Zone Command?"

"That unlucky headquarters no longer exists!" The soldier beside him replied, "We were ordered to escort this guy to the city. On the way, we were bombarded by the Soviet army. Later, we were involved in the battle. Before we could break through, we were caught by the Soviet army! It was so abominable! I must beat this guy up before I arrived at the City Defense Command!"

After knowing the general situation, Lin Neng stopped asking more questions and focused on him. Getting off the car and entering a block that was not yet completely controlled by the Soviet army was also a way to evacuate the battlefield. However, Tanze dragged his leg and Colonel Mattsov was in a very special condition, so he decided to take a try and drive directly back to his controlled area.

It only took two minutes to rush out of the small streets just now, but the speed was fast enough, and the actual distance was more than two kilometers. Before the turn, Inspector Lin En watched with his neck, but he did not see Soviet tanks. The battle on this side did not look so fierce, so he turned right at the intersection. One kilometer after the turn, Lin En did not see Soviet soldiers, nor was he harassed by guns. He felt that happiness came too easily, but suddenly heard a shrill and short roar, and the shells immediately landed on the street in front and exploded.

Lin En didn't have time to shout "Look down", but almost subconsciously shrank his head. The windshield in front of him was instantly shattered by shrapnel, and the pain of being cut by a sharp object came from his head again. The difference is that this time it was injured on the forehead, and what was transmitted into the brain was a kind of paralysis pain!

"That's a hell!"

While cursing, he turned the steering wheel hard. Fortunately, the speed of the car has slowed down a lot so that it would not cause a sudden overturn. There seemed to be a lot of wreckage of chariots along the street, and the outlines were not clear, but the German defenders did not have so many tanks for the Soviet army to destroy... It seems that the one who fired the artillery in the distance was his own?

After returning to the street to try the next fork or continuing to take risks, Lin En resolutely chose the latter. Avoiding the crater, he turned the steering wheel and used his "mistraighting footwork" when he crossed the road. Even if he didn't hear the sound of cannons, he kept swaying the body of the car on the road. In the next nearly a minute, two more shells roared down. Through observation of the power of the explosion, he basically determined that this was a battlefield artillery with a small caliber, which was likely an anti-tank gun with a caliber of 37 or 50 mm caliber, and the artillery was located several kilometers away, which must be his own artillery fire. So he frequently honked the horn to remind himself that this was not a reckless Soviet vehicle, but the artillery did not stop.
Chapter completed!