Chapter 89 Broadcast

Although the dinner that day was cancelled, the established training plan would not change. The firearms course ended, and 132 reserve soldiers, including Lynn, ran around the camp under the supervision of training officers. It can be seen that Lieutenant Colonel Bach, the first-level commander of this special operation unit, has a very noble position in the minds of all officers and soldiers. He just guided everyone to swear to keep it confidential. At this moment, the soldiers did not talk about the previous topics, and the exercise volume of the entire 20 laps was not easy to complete. The tossing was approaching midnight, and the last group of soldiers finally completed the training and returned to the barracks.

After washing his face and feet quickly, Lin Neng lay back on the bed with aches in his waist and abdomen and swollen limbs. After all, the exercise volume must have exceeded the days on the front line after training. However, training is training after all. The psychological pressure is far less than the real battlefield. I feel that I can recover by sleeping for 70% or 80% of it. The soldiers who arrived early and received training for a period of time seem to have become accustomed to this rhythm. When closing the door, they did not fall asleep immediately. When they talked to each other, they deliberately avoided the topic. One of them simply got up and walked to the window and turned on the box radio that had been placed there.

In this era when TVs and civilians had nothing to do with each other, radios were the main tool for ordinary families to receive external messages. The cost was relatively low. Most of them used dry batteries and did not need to worry about the supply of electricity. However, when seeing radios that could be used normally in the soldiers' dormitory of the Special Forces garrison, Lynn was a little surprised. I don’t know whether this was Lieutenant Colonel Bach’s management strategy or the soldiers got it themselves without violating the hard regulations.

The soldier with a golden-brown hair turned the radio to the minimum that his roommates could hear, and then adjusted the listening frequency slightly. Lynn had never studied radio programs of this era, nor did he know whether the famous BBC had started broadcasting these days. Frequency control finally stopped on a clearer German program - the female announcer had pleasant sound quality and quite standard pronunciation, but Lynn still only half-understands and half-guessed.

In the war years, the reports of wars from all parties were naturally the main content of newspapers and media attention. A certain unit withstood the fierce attack of the enemy, a certain ace shot down the nth enemy plane, and a certain group army successfully launched a counterattack in a certain area. The program seemed to be all good news, but all time involved were used "recent". After a series of broadcasts, music sounded from the radio, which was also the first time that Lin En traveled to this war era.

Listen to music. Although I don’t know which song it belongs to, I just think that this music has a cheerful and melodious melody that can relax and relieve fatigue, but it took less than a minute to listen to the music and stop the music. The female announcer said, “Minister Goebbels will announce important news to everyone.” After a few seconds, a slightly hoarse male voice came from the radio. The sound quality was no aesthetic, and the tone was passionate from the beginning, but it was easy for people to feel auditory fatigue.

Although he had no good feelings for the mouthpiece of the Third Reich and the disabled and strong-willed Mr. Goebel, Lynn listened to every word he said seriously. Eliminated the false, big, and empty clichés in front, and praised the soldiers fighting on the Western Front because they successfully blocked the elite advance troops of the British and American Allies, and then praised the defenders on the Eastern Front, especially the German officers and soldiers surrounded by the Soviet army in Latvia and East Prussia, because they fought tenaciously when their troops were at a disadvantage. Then, the Minister praised Germany with gorgeous words.

Air Force and German Navy. Just when Lynn was drowsy, the tone of the man suddenly raised: "Earlier today, the German Air Force dispatched secret weapons to intercept enemy bombers, and shot down dozens of heavy US bombers without any casualties. So far, more than 100 US pilots who escaped parachuting were captured by our military and civilians. According to the instructions of our great head of state, these secret weapons have been incorporated into elite air defense combat forces. In the future, as long as the enemy aircraft dares to attack, we will give them a head-on strike with powerful strength!"

After two or three seconds, warm applause suddenly came from the radio - such sound effects made Lin Neng laugh and cry. Then, the female announcer said in her pleasant voice, "Tonight's news broadcast is here, please enjoy Strauss's "Blue Danube" below."

Lynn was thinking about listening to this song, but his companion turned on the radio and walked back to his bed. On this quiet night, even though he was deliberately shutting down, the leather boots still made a clear clack on the floor. From the time he sat down to lying down, the wooden boards on the bed kept creaking. It was not until he covered his quilt that the world in his ears quieted down.

The heart cannot be calm.

The secret weapons that Propaganda Minister Goebbels finally mentioned were the disc-shaped aircraft that Lynn and his friends saw in the afternoon - or simply the mysterious U.S. flying saucers. If the facts were as he said, these U.S. wars shot down dozens of heavy U.S. bombers in just one battle. The abnormal attack power and abnormal maneuverability were used to produce at full speed, not to mention one hundred, even twenty or thirty could change the situation of air supremacy. Unlike the Soviet army on the Eastern Front, the reason why the British and American troops on the Western Front can advance step by step is the strong support of the air force. Once they lose air supremacy, they will not only find it difficult to maintain their current offensive, but may even be repelled by the German army. As long as the situation on the Western Front is reversed, the morale of the German people will be greatly improved, and with appropriate strategic adjustments, it is also very hopeful to stop the decline on the Eastern Front.

However, history did not have such a shocking reversal within the scope of Lynn's knowledge, and there was no sign of it. Could it be that it was because he traveled to a different World War II time and space, or that the history here had deviations due to his arrival, or was the historical truth not what the book described?

Lynn was full of doubts. The more he did, the more he wanted to know the truth. Will there be a chance?

As before, whenever he was concerned, Lin En always had difficulty falling asleep. He finally fell asleep in his fatigue. He felt that the lights in the room suddenly lit up, followed by a harsh whistle and the rough and unpleasant words of the training officer: "Come! Emergency gather!"

Oh my god, isn’t this a bloody plot in a domestic TV series?

Lin En climbed up furiously, and it was indeed pitch black outside the window. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was only less than 3 o'clock.

At this time, the door opened wide, and the voices of the training officers spread throughout every corner of the corridor: "Hurry! Get together urgently! Why are you still standing there?"

"Uh...here is your mother!"

While wearing clothes, Lynn was fucking the country without hesitation. No one could understand anyway, so it would be okay to vent his emotions!

Roommates in the same room seemed to know that falling behind would have a terrible result. Everyone ran out with their clothes, hats, and guns as fast as possible. They couldn't catch up with hats, guns, etc., but when Lin En was about to go out, there was only the last assault rifle left on the gun stand, and the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away. He suddenly felt a very bad feeling in his heart.

Bang!

The whip, slightly shorter than the horse whip, tugged hard on the door frame, making an extremely crisp sound, and a black figure blocked half of the door.

Lin En had no choice but to grab the rifle and run out to the scalp. Although he was mentally prepared, he was whipped twice in a row when he squeezed through the crack of the door. The severe pain still made Lin En scream.

The howling of male animals in pain immediately echoed in the empty corridor, making every reserve soldier who had already run outside feel scared. They knew that this was not the first one to suffer from slow getting up, nor would it be the last one; what they didn't know was that when this new recruit who seemed shy because he didn't speak deeply understood the practical significance of the "rule of scrambling to the forefront", it would burst out with energy beyond imagination!
Chapter completed!