Chapter 90: Farewell

When Lynn came to Lieutenant Spellman with an assault rifle, he was fiddling with an m1 carbine left by the US sentry. This 7.62mm-caliber semi-automatic weapon is light and reliable, and uses "middle power bombs", but its effective range is only about 200 meters. It is obviously not as effective as the mp44 when dealing with a blocking battle with fewer enemies and more.

Without waiting for his companion to speak, Spelman said wisely: "Lieutenant, you take everyone first, let's stay here to break the back!"

Although Oppenheimer's deceitful tricks are hard to defend, Lynn still has some responsibility for the care. He squinted his eyes and looked at the direction of the pass, and the US military was rushing towards this side. From an optimistic perspective, the enemy's vehicles, especially armored vehicles, could not drive near. At best, they could provide fire support with heavy machine guns and mortars. This is just a side dish for elite commandos who are used to large scenes on the European battlefield. The combat intensity will not be too high against a limited number of cavalry and infantry. Therefore, Lynn also said firmly: "The situation here is quite complicated, so I'll cut the back!"

Spellman argued: "You are the key figure appointed by General Bach, and you must not make any mistakes. If you want to stay, we have to stay here to protect you."

The operation to raid the Los Amos test base has been successfully completed, and the most important experts and information can leave the United States safely after a while. In this regard, Lynn has completed his mission, but courage does not need to be shown by showing off. Thinking about what Spelman said to him in the Indian village, he had to calm down and measure his value to the empire strategy. After hesitating for a moment, he handed over his assault rifle to Spelman, and left the ammunition he carried with him. He told him with his understanding of the US military: "The US military does not fight hard like the Soviets in combat. They will try their best to exert their firepower advantages. Once the fire is exchanged, be careful to hide as much as possible and beware of them taking detours. It should not be a problem to stick to it until dawn, but... you must not wait until dawn to retreat. They will definitely call for plane support. Remember to act according to the plane!"

"Don't worry! Lieutenant Galgo!" Spellman smiled in the dark, "It's easy to deal with these Americans. On the contrary, you should be more careful about the next journey. In case of an unexpected situation, the Indians are not completely reliable. Only our own people can believe 100%!"

Lynn nodded helplessly and said, "Okay! I hope we will meet again in Mexico soon!"

"Yes, sure!"

As he said that, Spellman hung all the ammunition bags left by Lynn and collected from the remains of US soldiers, carrying m1 carbines and mp44 in both hands to move towards the mountain road. Following him were still the three commandos who were whistling, and they were all wearing US uniforms. Even if the battle was not good, they still had a chance to get away with the US troops - but this was just Lynn's idea. A serious German like Spellman would still tend to fight to the death rather than evacuate in a flexible manner.

The gunfire was not yet on, and the war was approaching. The atmosphere in the horse team suddenly became tense. The Indian riders responsible for escorting either ran back and forth, or helped the commandos and captured experts to drag the horses. The speed of the entire horse team suddenly accelerated a lot, but this also made people with poor riding skills. Lynn was still riding the short and gentle black mule, and soon it fell to the back of the horse team. It would be useless if he frequently urged him to drive it. Fortunately, not far away from the hill where the US sentry was on duty, the horse team began to go downhill. The mountain was generally flat, but there were still some areas of rocky rocks. Indian riders dismounted and led the horse team, and the commandos riding horses could only do it. After the horse team slowed down, Lynn took the opportunity to rush forward.

After finally chasing to the Indian leader, he asked hurriedly: "The 'Long Spear' Warrior, have you sent someone to do the matter of sending someone back to report the news before?"

"Of course, need to say it!" The middle-aged guide looked cold, obviously angry because he and his tribe members were in danger.

Lin Neng saw the other party's mentality, and now he had to apologize and comfort: "I'm so sorry. I've already asked the soldiers to look forward to the captives before. I didn't expect that one of them would be so cunning and bold, and would actually take advantage of us not being alerted. But you don't have to worry, our soldiers can withstand the attack of the US team, and it's no problem to defend for two or three hours!"

The guide did not see the combat effectiveness of the German commando with his own eyes, so he said in a questioning tone: "There are probably hundreds of American soldiers on the pass. Although the armored vehicles cannot come up, there are still machine guns?"

Lynn replied: "You don't have to worry about this. Just yesterday morning, we killed more than 200 US soldiers with more than 50 people, and many of them participated in the battle. In less than ten minutes, all US soldiers were killed, and we only lost three soldiers."

The guide snorted coldly, perhaps their ancestors had taught their descendants with bloody facts: White people are cunning, don't believe it easily.

After walking downhill for about 20 minutes, gunfire sounds came from behind. At first it was the roar of semi-automatic weapons, and it was the machine gun's turn to join the battle. In just a few minutes, the density of gunfire exceeded the level that a small battle could achieve. After a while, there were the explosions of grenades or mortar shells. Although they were far apart, the mules and horses in the horse team were still a little restless, and the young or mature Indian riders were also uneasy. Although they were proud of their courage, they no longer needed to fight for survival like their ancestors. Most of them had never fought a war, and there were very few who had killed people like "spears". As for whether their shooting skills could be as superb as riding skills, Lynn really dared not respond.

After walking downhill, the gunshots in the rear gradually became sparse. It must have been the first time that the US military failed to attack and suffered many casualties. They temporarily stopped calling for reinforcements. The riders and commandos returned to the horseback. Although there was no decent sandy road here, the relatively flat terrain still made the horse team accelerate forward again. Lynn, who was riding a black mule, could no longer maintain the same speed as the Indian guide, and gradually fell behind the horse team. At this moment, Oppenheimer had been tied into a big flower pig by the commandos, with tight hands and feet.

He was tied up on the spot, stuffed something in his mouth, and tied a tight cloth strip on his mouth. After the attempt was exposed, he was no longer as gentle and old-fashioned as before, with his red eyes showing resentment and reluctance. As a German Jew, he had reason to stand up for his compatriots who died of persecution by Nazi Germany, especially after the US military entered Germany, the images taken in concentration camps and the information seized from the Germans aroused strong reactions from the outside world as soon as they were disclosed. All witnesses were deeply shocked by these tragic scenes.

Thinking of Oppenheimer's performance at this time and recalling his peace, rigor and politeness at the atomic bomb test base, Lin Neng's anger gradually faded until he calmed down and reflected deeply: With the consistent dark image of the empire, even if nuclear weapons were developed as a strategic deterrent for restoration and could receive the support of most German military and civilians, it would still be difficult for them to obtain a long-term peaceful environment and space for resurgence as after the end of World War I. Even if they rely on nuclear weapons to avoid attacks from Britain, France, the United States and the Soviet Union, the political and economic *** alone would bring the dilemma of hypoxia and supply cuts to this resurrected patient.

With a future perspective, Lynn feels that whether it is vigorously PR or a makeover in the future, the bad impression left by the empire on the world must be changed!

While Lin En was worried about the country's fate, several gunfires or explosions were heard behind him one after another, and the scale and density were no longer as violent as the first time. As the horse team continued to move forward, the journey gradually exceeded the normal distance of gunfire.

The wind at dawn is fresh and pleasant, and finally there are only the sound of mules and horses and the sound of livestock intermittently.

As we walked, the Indian guide who had been in front of the horse team turned around and came to Lynn. He said condescendingly: "White Germans, we have arrived at the Mexican border. We were originally going to accompany you into Mexico, but our whereabouts were discovered by the US team because of your own negligence. We now have to return to the village in advance to protect our tribe. This does not violate our contract!"

Lynn was not aware of the content of the contract, nor was he familiar with the habits of these Indians. If he couldn't grasp the handle, he would simply not force others to do so. With this idea, he asked the commando in English and learned that someone would come to pick him up and lead the way after passing the border. For a safe reason, he tried to ask the Indian guide leader: "The 'Long Guardian', can we arrange a guide who is familiar with the road for us? I am worried that if the situation in Mexico changes, or if we fail to find the lead in time for some other reason, we may get lost by ourselves. Only one person, and once we meet with our lead, the guide can return immediately."

Perhaps no white man would have ever asked himself so sincerely, or perhaps he was still worried about the contract worth $2 million. The guide raised his head and looked at the slightly white sky, then turned to look at the road ahead. Mexico was still deserted mountains and steep, accepting Lynn's request speechlessly.

For such favors that were far away from thousands of miles away, Lynn didn't mind hanging them on the account. He could vaguely see the wooden stakes and barbed wire on the border between the two countries in front of his sight. While it was dark, the Indian riders escorted by the team swept away like a wind, exploring the surroundings to avoid the US border patrol, and then skillfully and quickly cut open one of the barbed wire.

"Just get here!" The guide stopped and said calmly and far-reachingly: "I remember you owe me a favor, the 'Two Gunman' warrior!"

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The category *** list was indeed surpassed again, and the one behind is not far away. We, a poor niche, have no choice but to waste our time...
Chapter completed!