Chapter 137 Berlin Rat

Walking eastward less than 500 meters along a dark street, a relatively spacious street appeared in front of Lynn.

Because of the encounter between Eric's team on the eve and because there were already Soviet commandos in this area, he stopped and did not intend to use the lucky reflector to find the Soviet shooter lurking in a building or ruined corner.

Even with infrared night vision devices, this is not enough to eliminate the danger.

Seeing Lynn's right arm raised upright, 13 soldiers from the 11th Night Battle Task Force in Berlin quietly dispersed their warnings. The three sets of night vision equipment were carried by Flins, Brewer and Gut Stellink, a soldier from Eric's Night Battle Team. They had no experience in training together before, but they still had tacit understanding of occupying the three outer corners and patrolled and guarded the surroundings with a highly concentrated spirit.

Yonas has left the team, and Lynn discusses with Bruc, "The place you left the sewer last night should be nearby, right?"

"It should be true!" Bruc replied.

Lynn asked again: "Why didn't you continue walking along the sewer last night?"

"Clog!" Bruc said without hesitation, "The Soviet army approached, and the guards blew up the sewer entrance ahead on their own!"

So that's the case, Lin Neng nodded slightly, "The guards should only bury explosives at the critical sewer intersection?"

"I don't know!" Brück replied without any excuse.

Since that's the case, Lynn ordered: "Let's find out if there is a manhole cover nearby!"

Soon, someone whispered: "There is one!"

Lynn didn't say a word: "Previous!"

The conditions in the sewer are still so harsh, but as soldiers in the war years, this little bit of hardship is nothing. Walking east along the slippery, narrow and low sewer branch line, one quarter of an hour later, we entered a second-level main line. The soldiers could at least straighten their backs and walk, but soon, they came to a very complicated fork, with four second-level main lines and eight branches divided into two levels converging here. What's more, Lin Neng had not had time to reach the fork.

When making judgments, a string of dark red light spots came towards me along with the sound of gunfire with significantly amplified loudness. When my mental preparation was not sufficient, the special forces elites who had been through life and death on the battlefield many times only bowed sideways very reluctantly. Fortunately, the shooter was obviously not equipped with night vision equipment, so he roughly estimated the direction of the target based on the sound of footsteps. The bullet hit about ten centimeters from Linn's head, and the debris stirred on the hard sewer wall splashed on his face, hurting clearly like a needle prick!

It is impossible to infer whether it is an enemy or a friend based on the gunshot. Lin En quickly took the gun forward and turned on the switch of the infrared searchlight. However, no shooter was seen in the night vision goggles.

The opponent was hiding in the dark, and Lin Neng was unwilling to return the same way, and shouted immediately: "SS!"

Fortunately, the other party's answer was also in German.

"What number?"

Lynn did not relax his vigilance. While waved his hand to signal the soldiers following behind to advance, he replied: "The 11th Night Battle Task Force under the Berlin City Defense Command! Your number?"

"The 221st National Assault Battalion under the 8th Defense Zone Guard Command!" The other party not only reported the number, but also made a warning request: "Say the name of the Rencheng Defense Commander appeared?"

Soldiers walked past each other, Wolflum tiptoed around the fork clockwise, and Brewer walked counterclockwise from the right, trying to find the lurking gunman with his voice.

Lynn was worried that this was the way the enemy asked for information, so he said: "I say my name, you say your last name! Laurenz!"

At this moment, the voice suddenly rose a little higher and shouted viciously: "No!"

Before the guy could poke out and fire at this side, Wolflum was like a wild wolf chasing his prey. He rushed into one of the sewer branches. The soldiers following behind, along with Brewer and others who were detouring from the other side, hurriedly followed, and the screams of "raising their hands" and "don't shoot".

Without hearing the gunshots again, Lynn guessed that the other party was really a friendly army. When he walked through the fork, he saw Wolflum helping a limping guy come out: "Sir, this guy shot us!"

Lynn took out the flashlight she carried with him, unscrewed it and took a photo on the other person's face and body. The guy was indeed wearing a dirty gray uniform without a military logo, and looked depressed and aggrieved, like a primary school student who had just been ups and downs by his senior classmate.

"Are you from the National Assault Camp? What's your name?" Although he was almost killed by this guy before, Lynn still spoke to him in a relatively gentle tone.

This guy had no confidence to talk from the air just now and said hesitantly: "Hans...Hans Kruger! The 221st National Assault Camp!"

"Sir, this is his weapon!" Brewer, who came in and out, was carrying an equally dirty submachine gun in his hand. It seemed that it was an early model of mp38.

Lynn only glanced at the gun: "Are you behind?"

"Uh, um, I've been here for a day. Do you have any food?" the guy asked pitifully.

I touched a small piece of bread in my shoulder bag and threw it to him. Lynn turned to his subordinates and said, "Be careful!"

No one talks or walks around at will. The underground space seems to be the only sound of sewage flowing, but when you really calm down, it is not difficult to hear the sound of gunfire and explosions.

After waiting for a minute and taking a break for a minute, Lynn probably finished eating the bread, kindly took out the kettle for him, and then asked, "My companions blew the sewers, so you have no way to go and you dare not go out alone, right?"

Gudong Gudong drank several sips of water and swallowed. This guy, who was thin and looked almost fifty years old, admitted reluctantly.

Lin En carefully put away the kettle and asked in a calm tone: "Then you should know which sewer leads to the Soviet-controlled area in the east!"

"Ah? Are you going to the Soviet-controlled area?" The fallen national commando suddenly reacted strongly, as if there were not only areas controlled by the enemy, but also terrifying man-cannibal monsters.

"Our mission is to clean up the Soviet soldiers who broke into the 8th Defense Zone!" Lin En said firmly.

"Oh my God, you... aren't you crazy?" The guy raised his hand and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Do you know how many Soviet troops are in the 8th Defence Zone now? In addition to soldiers, there are also tanks, cannons and armored vehicles!"

Lynn would rather be just a cowardly and alarmist word, but he knew in his heart that one day was enough for the Soviets to do this.

“Tell us the right path!”

"Are you sure you want to go? Really sure?" This guy seemed to have been possessed by a famous speaker in later generations.

"Do you want to go too?" Lynn said contemptuously and coldly.

The poor militia of the National Commando seemed to finally realize that the group of people in front of him would not take him back to the rear. He turned around and pointed to a sewer, and then begged before Lynn and his group left, "Can you give me some more food?"

"Are you going to survive here until the end of the war?" Lynn asked coldly, taking out the second piece of bread that was almost the same as a slap from his bag and gave it to him. Brewer took off the mp38 magazine and looked at it. He confirmed that there were bullets inside. After loading it, he threw the gun back and teased in a playful tone: "Goodbye to be a lucky long-lived mouse!"

Walking through the dark and damp sewer, Lin Neng suddenly felt that his situation was indeed similar to that of a mouse.

After walking along the narrow sewer branch for a long time, hearing the fierce gunfire that also occurred in the sewer, the deafening explosion, and the harsh sound of tracked vehicles passing overhead, Lynn and his soldiers were completely unmoved - as long as there was no collapsed deadline ahead, they could bravely move forward. However, the situation of the road break occurred twice, so they had to turn around and try a new road at the previous double or triple junction, and then turn on the flashlight in a relatively safe place to identify and adjust the direction with the military compass she carried with her. In this way, it felt like a very long time in the dark world that originally belonged to rats, and they finally saw the stairs leading to the ground at a triple junction.

"Guys!"

Before walking up the stairs, Lynn turned to the soldiers who followed him and said, "It is an honor to fight side by side with you. If we can survive this adventure together, we must cherish each other's brotherhood in this life, take care of each other, and support each other!"

This may sound a bit polite and hypocritical at the wine table that pays attention to human nature, but on the battlefield where life may disappear at any time, it can easily touch people's hearts and instantly bring the psychological distance between their comrades closer.

"May God bless you!" Lynn finally crossed his forehead and chest, prayed devoutly, and then resolutely led the way up the ladder.
Chapter completed!