Chapter 163 The No. 1 Enemy

"Sir Galgo..."

Fear, depression, grievance, and confusion and despair that once filled the heart. All these negative emotions disappeared with this earnest call, but tears were already pouring in those eyes that were still not firm enough.

"Poor little guy!"

Lynn sighed in a low voice, holding Tchimel's shoulder with one hand and comforting the lost child, saying, "I'm here! It's okay! Don't worry! It's okay!"

"Sir Galgo... It's great to see you! It's great!"

Tchimmel showed such dependence on Lynn for the first time, but the older boy, who was 17 years old three months old, did not shrank in his arms like a little girl, but wiped his tears and said anxiously: "Sir, Marcos suffered a gunshot wound in his leg, but he insisted that I leave first, and he is still behind now. Let's go and save him quickly!"

Lynn raised his head and glanced across the street. The cover-up shootings of Noah and Wolfrum indeed caused a fierce counterattack from the Soviet army. Arbor shells followed one after another, fire flashed in the ruins, thick smoke rolled, and a series of bullets swept through the broken buildings and rubble like whips of varying thickness. In this case, they were still powerless to parry, so how could they cross the street to support or use fire to protect themselves back to the opposite side of the street? The remaining redemption could only be completed by himself and the soldier Carl Tchimeer.

"Hey, Carl, listen to me, we won't give up on Marcos, tell me what happened when you parted, and your subsequent retreat route!"

After hearing Lynn's words, Tchimele's mood was indeed much more peaceful. He described in his own way: "Marcos hid in a broken house, close to a messy street. It took me about ten minutes to get here, and I didn't turn a lot in the middle!"

Lynn heard every word of this answer clearly. He just wanted to find the target position accurately from such a "messy" description of direction and distance. He felt very embarrassed, but he was not easy to criticize and scold the young and inexperienced private. He had to patiently say to him: "Hey, Carl, listen, although it is very dangerous to go back, we can't let Marcos fall into the hands of the enemy. We must save him! With me here, the battle is not as difficult as I imagined, right?"

"Of course, sir, you are invincible!" Tchimmel replied childishly.

Lin Neng could only smile in his heart when he smiled in his heart. He then checked the submachine gun in Tchimeer's hand, and there were some bullets in the magazine. He made sure that the shooting security had been opened, returned the gun to the privateer, and told him to "be sure to follow my order to shoot." Then he moved sideways along the wall to the break, with both guns and one hand, took out a reflector and observed the environment behind the wall: there are no traces of Soviet soldiers yet, and no bullets swept through nearby.

"Carl, let's go!"

While saying this, Lynn turned to look at Tchimele. The nervousness before the battle and the eagerness and determination to save his companion appeared on his young and tender face, thus forming a complex and strange expression.

Without time to think about it, Lin Neng flashed to the side with decisive and rapid movements. While bowing forward, he warned the fan with his hands and guns, and called "Carl to follow" in a low voice. Techimel did follow closely, but the submachine guns occasionally bumped into the ammunition bags, belt buckles, etc., making a slight but clear "double" sound, which made Lin Neng speechless and had no time to correct the situation on the spot, so he had to hope that the hearing of the Soviet soldiers would be dulled in this chaotic battlefield.

After walking through several dilapidated buildings and a residential area that was razed in succession, Lynn found a hidden pile of ruins. After Tchimel squatted down, he observed the surroundings with his eyes alertly, and asked in a voice: "Why should you go there next?"

The young and nervous private stumbled his head and observed for a while, and said in an uncertain tone: "It should be to keep moving forward! Sir!"

A few seconds later, the sound of submachine guns suddenly sounded nearby. The brisk "shuo" sound was made by mp38 or mp40, which had not had superior power range. At the end of the war, Soviet soldiers rarely picked up such weapons to use. Immediately afterwards, the rude gunshots that conformed to the Russian strong customs sounded "rattled" one after another, and it sounded not only "Bobosha" submachine guns, but also one or two Teggalev light machine guns with slow firing speeds but should not be underestimated.

Lynn's body was pressed against the rubble, and his right hand blocked Tchimel to signal him to lean back, and his left hand did not place a thug gun. He directly picked up the handle of the mirror and poked up in a gentle manner. The gun battle that happened in the ruins suddenly began and ended suddenly. He saw a man lying next to the collapsed building in front of him, only about ten meters away from him. Less than an arrow, two black shadows were walking with their guns in a cautious posture of bowing their heads and bent down.

It is completely conceivable that this was a hasty battle after being discovered by a group of Soviet troops. The result was obvious: the large number of Soviet soldiers with an offensive advantage quickly killed the German soldiers who were trying to escape.

Seeing that the enemy was very close, Lin Neng was afraid that the mirror reflected light would reveal his position, so he quickly put the reflector down the pile of rubble placed beside him. He held the wreck gun that could be fired at any time with his left hand, and held another wreck gun that had been opened with his right hand, and still blocked in front of Tchimer, thus telling him to remain silent. In a moment, there was a low voice in the near place that he couldn't understand. The two Soviet soldiers who came forward to check probably stopped to check on Germany.

The remains of the soldiers immediately called on their companions to continue walking forward. After suffering half of the cigarette in this depressing atmosphere, Lin Neng really heard heavier and more complicated footsteps, one of which had the sound of a leather boot stepping on the gravel sounded close. Faced with the challenge of death, Lin Neng clenched his teeth and even had planned the action of shooting. However, in this case, he knew that his chance of winning was pitifully small.

Fortunately, the Soviet soldiers who walked by nearby did not find the two German soldiers hiding in the ruins. They continued to move along the ruins towards the battlefield area. Listening to the gentle and cautious footsteps gradually faded away, Lin En let out a sigh, and then he thought, the Soviets had already begun to clean up the battlefield!

After being hit by a while, Lin En picked up the reflector and observed it. In addition to the potential Soviet snipers who might be hidden in abandoned buildings, the Soviet soldiers were not seen within a radius of 100 meters. Then, he led Tchimer to stand up and march in a completely opposite direction from the Soviet soldiers just now. Because of the streets of his companions' corpses, the mentality and movements of the two men quietly changed, becoming more like rats who came out to find food at night. They had to be wary of the natural enemies at any time, and this area was indeed full of dangers. The two men had just walked more than a hundred meters and were shocked by a mechanical roar. Soon, Lin En saw two Soviet tanks passing one by one.

Crossing the broken streets among the ruins, the Soviet tankers sat proudly at the hatch of the turret. The tanks were equipped with many combat infantry, and dozens of ordinary infantry followed by the tanks. Among them, there were fire-breathing soldiers carrying fuel tanks, forming a search network of fifty or sixty meters across. From time to time, they opened fire and fire at abandoned buildings that might be hiding, and sprayed flames at the sewers with open manhole covers. In this process, one or two German soldiers forced to fight back, but their guns and bullets were so weak in the face of the powerful firepower of the Soviet army. After two cannons, the battlefield was restored to the hustle and bustle of the Soviet army's unilateral absolute control.

The hiding position was not very secret, and Lin En was once again prepared to rise up and die suddenly at any time. The young privates beside him were also nervous to the point of fighting teeth. Fortunately, it was still late at night. The forward movement of the gun light and flares made the dark part restore the rule of this ruined area. When it resisted the great mentality, Lin En and the others also avoided the seemingly rigorous search and cleaning of the Soviet army without any danger. This time, the Soviet infantry closest to them was still three meters away, and the weather in May was not like the cold winter, and the breathing would produce obvious white air. As long as there was no sound, the crawling human body was not very obvious from the surrounding scattered objects.

Finally, after surviving these dangerous enemies of the "Bai Tan" coordination, Lin Neng felt his legs numb and weak when he stood up. When he turned around, he saw Tchimeer having difficulty in getting up, and he felt extremely sad.

In this block that was already under the control of the Soviet army, the two of them walked cautiously in the dark with the mentality of "not giving up if you are not sure", and it took nearly an hour to complete the ten minutes of Tecimer's retreat. Seeing Tecimer pointing to a row of broken houses connected to each other, Lin Neng moved forward with a heart hanging up and down, but heard a sound of fighting. He unexpectedly accelerated his speed and came to the first broken house on the right. He looked back through the broken window and saw that in a small open space in a private courtyard, a group of Soviet soldiers were violent towards the few people huddled in the corner of the wall - smashing the stock and kicking the leather boots, which looked quite fierce.

This is not like war, it is simply a gang fight by street gangsters!

The people who were beaten were so beaten that they could not tell the specific number. They seemed to have no power to fight back. What made Lynn even more worried was that most of these unarmed people were still wearing German steel helmets.

If the opponent lost his comrades and brothers in the army because of his tough resistance on the battlefield, then the Soviet soldiers beat these German prisoners of war at least more "kind" than shooting them directly. Lin En further observed the situation in the courtyard and thought that if he was sure to kill the Soviet soldiers here, he would rescue these unlucky companions. Suddenly, he heard a ghostly laugh, which seemed to be similar, but he could not see the laughter in this place, so he had to tiptoe to the next room and look through the broken mouth on the wall, and was stunned: Isn't the guy sitting on the steps and bandaged the wound by medical soldiers, the Soviet colonel Mattsov, whom he had captured before? How could he be here?
Chapter completed!