On the night of May 2, 1949, the Great Strait of Denmark.

The bright moonlight shines on the sea surface. In the undulating waves, a periscope that is not much bigger than a canned box quietly peeks at the ships traveling between the two sides of the strait in the distance. For hunters who have been lurking underwater for a long time, passenger ships with clear silhouettes and stable trajectories are the best prey, but those agile escort ships are like vigilant sheepdogs, guarding their own flocks without leaving them.

If they were driving the latest attack submarine, the Red Navy soldiers would use torpedoes to sink all the targets without hesitation, but they were controlling an old-fashioned submarine that was slow to move and shockingly loud. They were reluctant to play the role of an observer. They had to wait until the enemy showed their flaws before they had a chance to attack.

In the submarine command cabin, the captain with a stubborn face curled his tongue and said quickly: "I know that greedy American imperialism has no faith. For the sake of his own selfish desires, let alone cooperating with the evil Nazi remnants, it is not surprising that even if he signs an intimate covenant!"

The officer who assisted in the observation from the side said, "At that time, we shouldn't have signed a ceasefire agreement with them, gritted our teeth and broke through their Western European defense line and completely destroyed the Western alliance. The isolated American imperialism cannot cause any storm. How could there be the tricky situation now?"

The captain hummed coldly, and the topic was stopped.

"It's almost two hours." The officer looked at his watch, "I guess the Fleet Command is waiting anxiously for our latest report!"

The captain said with unknown knowledge: "More than 40 transport ships, a wide strait in the sea, two hours are enough to transport a whole infantry division to the Jutland Peninsula. After such a night, the Germans were enough to transport 100,000 troops to the shore. When the day dawns, Marshal Choikov's armored troops will wipe them out like cleaning up garbage."

Not only the officers, but also the crew members beside him will smile. They have long been accustomed to victory and can maintain full optimism in adversity. For him, the nails encountered in the Upper Rhine Valley are just an exception. When they arrived at the upright battlefield, the Soviet soldiers were still brave enough to win.

After about half an hour, the captain saw the nearest enemy escort ship in the periscope patrolling in the opposite direction and ordered the submarine to float. Under the moonlight, the black shark with smooth outer wall only exposed the command tower to the water, and its side was painted with 31 combat numbers.

shch310, a pike-class attack submarine belonging to the Baltic Fleet of the Soviet Navy. This small submarine built since the 1930s was out of date during World War II. The Soviet Revolutionary Military Commission formulated a grand naval development plan in 1945, namely, to eliminate old ships built in early years within five years. However, the ambitious naval plan of the Soviets could only be achieved in peacetime. In the subsequent World War III, the Allied Air Force carried out continuous large-scale bombings on the Soviet Union.

The United Industrial Infrastructure has caused great damage. Without external assistance this time, the Soviet military could only use the most urgent equipment on the battlefield - fighter jets, tanks and ammunition, which had consumed most of the metal, and the priority of naval construction was sent to a very late position. From the outbreak of the war in 1946 to the signing of an armistice agreement with the Allies in 1948, the Soviet Navy lost 170 ships of various types and received less than 70 ships, which also included the Allied ships seized by the army forces in combat.

The naval construction was weak, and the Soviet naval officers and soldiers had to continue to fight with old and outdated ships. Fortunately, the land forces of the Allied countries are far less powerful than the Third Emperor's team. They had no chance to approach the strategic centers such as Moscow and Leningrad. Even the time of activity in southwestern Russia was short. In this case, the power of the Soviet Baltic fleet was preserved in front of the extremely powerful Allied naval navies. They were scattered in the depths of the Gulf of Finland for most of the time, and they did not gradually return to the central Baltic until the late stage of the war. However, unlike the end of World War II, they were afraid of the powerful existence of the allied maritime forces, the Soviet Navy rarely took active attacks. The Konisberg nuclear explosion may be their only commendable victory...

Once the submarines switched from the full-submarine state to the semi-submarine, the Soviet radio station with mediocre performance began to work, and reported the situation they observed here with the shortest signal as possible to the Baltic Fleet Combat Command in Danze Bay. The control of this combat command also included another 21 submarines and more than 40 torpedo boats suitable for rapid assault operations in the offshore. In theory, they could quickly mobilize these naval forces to attack enemy ships crossing the straits. The bright moonlight also provided some convenience for the night bombing of the aviation force, but from the "silence" of the combat command, the superiors were obviously happy to see their opponents transfer from islands to land. Only in this way, the Soviet army, which firmly ranks first in the world, had the opportunity to show their power.

The telegram was sent quickly, and everything seemed normal on the sea surface. But suddenly, in the distance, one after another, one shell after another roared, and the crew landed near the submarine and exploded violently on the command tower. The crew members who observed and watched the alert quickly drilled into the cabin. As bubbles appeared around the hull, the thick fins of the "black shark" quickly disappeared from the water surface. The artillery fire continued for a while and quickly calmed down.

On the same night, Lin Neng, who was sneaking underground, was also disturbed by the same shock. As he was worried, the Soviet army not only transferred the brave and good ace corps, but also assigned night war personnel to the attacking troops. The American night war equipment they used was even better than the "Vampire" night vision device. In the two assaults in the first half of the night, Lin Neng and his soldiers were careful to hide their whereabouts, but they were soon chased by their opponents. Due to the absolute disadvantage of the number of people and firepower, they had to hurriedly withdraw from the entrance of the sewer to the underground world.

Everything went wrong, everything went wrong. Lynn had this feeling in his past life. Now he has arrived at a real battlefield. His irritability is not numb by alcohol or sleep. Listening to his heavy breath of his subordinates in the dark, he took out the wrinkled cigarette from his pocket and rubbed it back and forth down his nose. This lasted for several minutes before he put away the cigarette and took a deep breath of the turbid air:

"Guys, the enemy is obviously well prepared for our night assault tactics, so this battle will be much more difficult than imagined. Maybe we are willing to succumb to our inner fear and hide in places where the enemy will not find it for a while. But when we think about our lives, we hold our heads high for 99% of the time, and one percent of cowardice is a defilement of ourselves! Come on, let's try again and work harder, even if we die, we will not regret the proud life of this battle!"

The soldiers had every reason to refuse to fight or respond negatively, but none of them retreated, and no one complained. When Lynn chose the lead of the route to set off, everyone held the weapons in their hands tightly - they were no longer the most advanced, and they were increasingly difficult to gain advantage under equal conditions, but they were always reliable partners on the battlefield. Their existence made hope possible at any time.

Walking at full speed for four or five kilometers in the complex sewer, Linn's back was already soaked in sweat. When he stopped to listen to the movements outside the well cellar, the violent heartbeat was overwhelming. There was no roar of tanks, no cannons, and no messy footsteps. However, before opening the manhole cover at the sewer entrance, Linn could not predict whether there would be black muzzles waiting for him outside. Despite this, he still chose to lead.

Knowing that outside the manhole cover was not a primeval forest with poisonous insects, an indigenous tribe with no understanding, nor a mysterious alien planet, but when he carefully pushed it away, Lin En's heartbeat accelerated to the extreme irresistible, and the invisible pressure almost made him breathless...

The leaping fire and dark streets and alleys have appeared in midnight dreams countless times. I quickly scanned the infrared detector, climbed straight out of the well cellar at the risk of being shot by a cold gun, and moved sideways for several meters. When my arms leaned against the broken wall, Lin En seemed to have walked in front of the gate of hell. However, the battlefield full of dangers did not leave him a moment of breathing. The gunshots echoed in the block kept the nerves in a state of high tension. The sense of position of the innate night battle assaulter drove Lin En to move towards the entrance of the alley like a cat, and the rapid footsteps quickly approached. These Soviet soldiers might have discovered the situation and just happened to pass by, but no matter why they came, Lin En and his soldiers could not have a single lucky moment.

The left leg was bent, the right knee was pressed against the wall, and the left hand kept gestures, giving instructions to his companions to receive the enemy's battle, then retracted the guardrail, and opened the bolt safety lightly and accurately with his right hand. He held the assault rifle smoothly and quickly with both hands. His right eye was just flush with the infrared scope, and his left eye opened at the same time to maintain the maximum viewing field as possible. Soon, the footsteps outside the streets were getting closer and closer, and even the runner's breathing could be clearly entered. At this moment, Lin Neng had adjusted himself to the realm of a spring, and it only took a moment to go from tightness to release.

As if he smelled the danger that was so close, the clearest footsteps suddenly slowed down. In a state of concentration, Lin Neng heard the slight stroking of his clothes wiping against the wall - some from behind and some from the front. At this time, he did not use a small mirror to know that the other party was slowly approaching the alley along the wall of the house, and that he must be holding a firearm that could be fired at any time in his hand. The fire exchange might be in the next second, and Lin Neng had no chance to turn back to confirm the status of his companions. Even if they did not see their gestures and all lost their position, they could only join the battle without hesitation.
Chapter completed!