Chapter 71: Boating against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat

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Let's put aside the constraints of military rank, position and identity for the time being, Lynn and Braz had a gay and warm hug.

"Sir, I finally saw you alive. This is incredible! It's like a dream!" Lin En sighed from the bottom of his heart.

After finishing the hug, Braz clenched his right fist and smashed Lynn's chest twice: "Ha, to be honest, I didn't expect you to be really alive! Should we say that Americans are too stupid or are you smart enough? We can stay in their secret test base for more than a month and spread the vital information! Awesome! It's really amazing!"

"God bless you!" Lynn smiled and took a step back and looked at the young major commander carefully. On the European battlefield, the "Vampire" commando wore a large-eared steel helmet with dark paint, which was a striking sign. Now they have changed into new helmets similar to the German m38 paratrooper helmets, and the khaki-colored combat uniforms similar to the m1940 tropical uniforms. The shape and color are similar to the US military's summer outfits. However, these arrogant commando still wore a striking eagle emblem and a "fangs skeleton" logo on their uniforms, which also means that they did not intend to be mixed in the US military's ranks, but pursued supreme victory honor with real combat.

"Have you seen our new military uniform?" Braz said proudly.

The old comrades should have a lot to say when they meet again, but now it is not a time for chatting. The gunshots on the convoy are sometimes scattered and sometimes coherent. Experience tells Lynn that this is not a firefight between the offense and defense, but a one-sided battlefield cleaning of the winners - the targets are obviously those surrendered, injured Americans and worthless technicians. Although such behavior is cruel and inhumane, the continuation of the Third Reich is still hidden from the whole world, in order to prevent the survivors in the convoy from telling what they see and hear, and at the same time, it is also to minimize the technical strength of the US nuclear weapons research in order to minimize the "cutting the roots" did not surprise him.

The machine gun team nearby had already stopped shooting and was quietly waiting for the commander's combat command. Lynn noticed that each machine gun team was equipped with three commandos, one was a shooter who controlled the machine gun, one was an auxiliary supply of ammunition, and one was carrying an mp44 rifle sideways, each with an iron bullet box storing spare ammunition links. A little backward position, another commando knelt on one knee, and a back-loaded radio communicator with an antenna unfolded in front of him. The headset was worn on his head, and there was no movement of sending a report in his hand.

"What are the plans next?" Lynn asked.

Braz replied straight away: "Rescue you, our most important mission has been completed, then stay here to continue ambushing the next convoy or evacuate... Listen to your opinion!"

If this statement is placed in an oriental etiquette country, it can be regarded as a polite word among colleagues, but the stereotyped Germans have always said something straightforward. Lynn instantly figured it out - he went deep into the enemy camp and knew the situation of the US military best. Two months ago, he warned Bach to make a super bomb in the United States. Since Laurenz, who personally took charge of the commando of the operation, would arrange for such an elite commando to rescue him, he was thinking about making full use of himself and guiding these trusted comrades to win the best results.

Since they were not as wary as Lieutenant Colonel Bethlem, Lynn frankly expressed his thoughts: "Most of the shipments of this fleet are ordinary technicians, and there is no core technical information. Since this has come to this point, we should simply put aside those safe and cautious ideas and bravely fight to the test base!"

After hearing Lynn's words, Braz was surprised, but he was not afraid or hesitant. He thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, just follow your advice, what do we do now?"

It seems that General Bach has indeed given a special explanation, Lin Neng thought. During these days at the base, he was almost tossed by boring physical test data. He finally returned to the battlefield mode and his thoughts were faster than high-speed computers.

Computer operations require original parameter information, and Lynn also needs information to complete his own analysis and judgment. Fortunately, the person in the conversation is an experienced and flexible special operations commander. The question and answer between the two can always be pointed at the point, so it is quite efficient:

“How are the retreat routes arranged?”

"There is an abandoned mine 70 kilometers away. We arranged some ordinary cars there. Plan a is to quickly retreat to the mine after the operation is over and temporarily retreat, disguised and evacuated after dawn; Plan b is to evacuate directly to the Vic Valley 120 kilometers south of Abuququeki, where we changed it to mules and horses to the Mexican border, where we have arranged a cross-border route there."

"Where is the troops responsible for the periphery?"

"There is a small team north of Abuquerki, and a small team near the train station. The rest of the personnel are fighting alert nearby. We have pulled out three US outposts at night and wiped out a patrol team. The gunshots should not be heard by US soldiers."

"Have you detected a radio signal in the battle just now?"

"We only have encrypted radio transceivers, but do not have detection and detection functions!"

"The walkie-phones of the US military can be assigned to the squad and platoon level. They may have issued an alarm on radio when they were attacked. Have you paid attention to this situation when they killed the checkpoints and patrols before?"

"Our soldiers reported that the U.S. checkpoints and patrols did have simple radio communicators, but our soldiers were moving quickly enough that they didn't have time to issue an alarm, and that we had received a reply command from a prisoner of war and should be able to fool the U.S. Command!"

After the Q&A, Lin Neng touched his chin and thought for two minutes, resolutely judged: "Most of this convoy is ordinary technicians, and there is no key data. If we evacuate, your achievements will only be to rescue a comrade-in-arms. It will be difficult to find such an opportunity today in the future!"

"Then I will continue to set up an ambush here, or move the ambush position to the north some distance?" Braz asked back.

Lynn shook his head: "The situation in the convoy behind is almost the same, and... I think the US military base has received reports and issued a combat alarm. It may be the most unwise choice for us to try our luck here! Since we have come here thousands of miles away... why not pluck up the courage to show our courageous spirit and go to the atomic bomb test base!"

If any commander with a suspicious personality was not at this time, he would probably not have entrusted the fate of the entire team to a former colleague who was invaded the enemy and retreated safely. However, Major Braz did not do so. He hesitated for a few seconds: "Okay, we will follow your plan!"

Lin Enzheng focused his head and then faced the road: "There should be a truck that can be driven here. I will immediately call the soldiers to board the car. I will find the US military uniforms and change them to the cab in a fluent English. I will take the first car!"

Braz still did not ask Lynn why he made the decision. He turned around and ordered the machine gun team and the correspondents to "go to the road to assemble". At this moment, it seemed that Lynn was the real commander of the battle, and Braz was just his deputy and plan executor.

According to the routine practiced countless times on the training ground, the commandos quickly disassembled the gun frame, each carrying weapons, equipment and ammunition to the highway. Braz pulled out a beautiful Ruger 08 from the gun holster, took Lynn back to the US military convoy trapped in the highway area, and then shouted loudly in a calm manner:

"Az1 to Az6, check the cab of US military vehicles, we need at least two trucks that can be driven! Az-7 to Az-12, collect the best possible U.S. helmets and uniforms! The rest of the personnel cleaned the trucks at the end, and there was no need to be captured!"

Lin En knew exactly what the last sentence meant. During this period, he had contacted and got along with the experts, technicians and military guards at the base. He felt that they were not as bitter and resentful as the Soviets. They were willing to fight to the death. These people all advocate freedom and could live in harmony regardless of country, nation and responsibility. Although there would be disputes and levels, there would be high and low levels, in general, they were not wrong. Why did they have to choose extreme killing methods to pursue victory?

The doubt only stayed in Lin Neng's mind for a moment. The special sense of mission brought him back to his mind just now. He followed a group of commandos in front to find available trucks, and soon found a beautiful official who was shot in the cab of one of the trucks. Although he looked bleak, his uniform was still relatively complete. In a hurry, Lin Neng had no better choice. He dragged the body down from the cab.

He took off his coat, shirt, military trousers and military boots with his own hands, put them on with instinctive disgust, then put on a belt and a pistol, and then found a military cap from another body. The entire military uniform was a little tighter than his body, but it was nothing to do with it. The windshield and doors and windows of each truck had bullet holes. Since it was attacked, it must be in a mess and had more or less scars on its body.

The gunfire finally subsided, and the commandos cleared out the two trucks that could be driven according to Major Braz's instructions. Except for a few who had been replaced with US uniforms, the rest of the personnel sat in the tarp-covered carriage.

Lynn checked the gun, sat in the cab, then tidied up his collar with a reflector, seeing that he was wearing a US military uniform was awkward, but whether the next action could be successful would have to rely on this outfit.

The officers usually don't drive in person. The commando who came to drive the first truck was a veteran. His facial contour was typical with clear edges and bright eyes, and he looked mature and steady. Lin En vaguely remembered that he had seen him when he first arrived at the third commando team, but he could not remember his name and position at all. At this time, he had no time to recall these things.

"Turn around and drive along the highway. The destination is about 100 kilometers away, so try to drive faster. We don't have enough time." Lynn reminded. At the end, he deliberately went to see the fuel meter, and the commando said in advance: "From there, the oil should be filled. With the current stock of the fuel tank, we can still run back and forth!"

Lynn nodded. This information was very important to him.

The well-deserved commando successfully started the American-made truck. In the reflector, Lynn quickly followed when he saw the second one.
Chapter completed!