The sound of gunfire like rain finally calmed down. Eric turned around and lay in the trenches filled with smoke, looking up at the sky in a twisted posture. Night had already fallen, and the dark sky was like a velvet cloth used to hold gold and silver jewelry in a jewelry store, with the bright lights shining in the dark. The snow had stopped, and the cumulus clouds densely spread out in the sky did not dissipate, which meant that the superior air forces of the Western allies still could not provide strong assistance to ground wars. The Soviet army's first attack was often tentative, and their artillery needed to obtain accurate target positions and then destroy the opponent's fire points through fierce and suppressive artillery fire - the German soldiers in this trench were very familiar with this.

After the battle stopped for about ten minutes, Eric heard the sound of commands coming from the trenches. The officers were summoning front-line soldiers to retreat through the traffic trench to the anti-aircraft shelter. The nearest distance of the front-line trenches was only two or three hundred meters away, and two or three kilometers away. It was quite physically exhausting to walk back and forth. But the farther they walked, the higher the chance of surviving the other party's shelling. The obvious trade-offs made the German soldiers wearing Allied uniforms and using Allied weapons stand back regardless of their fatigue. In the darkness, the heavy footsteps, gasps and the sound of equipment bumping and rubbing against each other are so familiar. Only occasionally a illumination lit up, and what they saw in their eyes was not the surging large-eared helmets. These American helmets with camouflage nets were once targets in the scope, and they looked so awkward when they clamped their companions.

Survival is better than everything. Eric did not spend time building a steel helmet that was not so annoying. He walked mechanically, his physical strength had been overdrawn, and his sweat flowed down his back, but not far enough. He felt that it was not far enough. The Soviet artillery fire was too fierce. They would definitely invade the defense line with storm-like firepower. In this silent prayer, the leader of the team led his small army to retreat farther than his fellow neighbors. When Eric felt that his wound was about to collapse, the German officer, who had a beard and seemed to be in his thirty years, finally raised his right arm. The soldiers slowed down with relief, and each chose an anti-aircraft bunker connected to the traffic trench based on his experience and feelings.

Eric looked at the bottom of the round bunker around him, more than two meters deep from the ground, the big ones could accommodate 7 or 8 people, and the small ones could squeeze in four or five people. He found a relatively small one and got in. A soldier had already shrunk in there, and three more came in. Five people tightly occupied the space of the bunker, and stretching their legs became a luxury.

"It's so deadly, it's so hard for the Soviets to deal with! I really want to arrest each of them and hang them under the beam and beat them up!"

The person who said this sat on Eric's left, also a bearded man, and his voice sounded like a young man who had just grown up, but his appearance was like a teenager. In this temporary team of combat, most of them were just familiar with each other, and many people could not even call out their names. This was a bit nonsensical, but many people who fought with the Soviet army had similar ideas.

The Germans who were huddled in this anti-aircraft shelter all laughed, but they were also a little lucky in helplessness - the experience of fighting with the Soviet army increased, and those who were still alive were awesome.

The man opposite Eric sighed: "Napoleon, France, who swept Europe, cannot beat it, Hitler, Germany, who swept Europe, cannot beat it, Americans, British, and incompetent France, Poland gets together, I still can't beat it even when I see it!"

Another person interjected: "If you can beat it, you can't beat it. That's all a matter between them. What are we? It's all a tragedy no matter how you look at it!"

The man opposite Eric whispered again: "Oh, guys, I really can't surrender to the Soviets! I can survive, have bread, and aren't our people there? If they win this war, we will be considered as a member of the winners, at least we don't have to stay in the prisoner's camp anymore. When the new German government is formed, maybe we can still get a military position!"

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps coming from nearby. The Germans who were sitting together closed their mouths at the same time. When the footsteps were no longer heard, the person on Eric's right also whispered: "Although the Western allies are also a group of bastards, I don't like the ruthlessness and cruelty of the Soviets. If they occupy and control Germany, we and our descendants will live a very painful life in the next few decades. I heard that if the Soviet army wins a decisive victory this time, they will launch an unprecedented offensive next summer to break through the Polish defense line, cross Germany and the coast of the English Channel and the Bay of Biscay, so I still hope that we can withstand the Soviet attack this time."

"It's right!" Eric responded, "If I had to choose one of the two, I would rather Germany be within the control of Western allies. Think of the bloody and high-pressure policies that the Soviet Union had in Ukraine and Poland. The means would probably be more cruel. However, looking at history, no country can truly defeat and occupy our land. Germany will eventually be the Germanic Germans. Even if it takes longer and has a heavier price, we will sooner or later drive the occupiers out of Germany! We would rather dedicate our precious life to Germany without reservation than become a vassal of anyone!"

"Ha, well said!" A voice suddenly came from outside the bunker, and everyone was stunned. Fortunately, the "spectator" was not an outsider, but the commander of the temporary combat company, Captain Buckhorn, with a bearded man. This Buckhorn is the super ace of the third Reich fighter wing, JG-52. Buckhorn only has the same surname. The old man in front of him had served in the 7th Armored Division of the National Wehrmacht, and fought bad battles with the enemy on both the east and west fronts. He was the winner of the Knight Cross. He was still quite prestigious among the group of temporary German volunteers.

While talking, the sound of a whistle sounded in the distance, and the Soviet army's attack routine was indeed inseparable from the "three old ways". Before the shells fell, people were silent for a while, and they judged from the rumbling and explosion that the shells were still far away, and the conversation that had just stopped continued.

"Guys, this brother said it well just now. We should not be vassals of anyone. Fighting for Western allies is just a means to survive. I just got the news that our new commander has already taken office, General Spidal!"

The Third Reich's name was not in the list of famous generals, but he had great connections with Rommel, one of Germany's most outstanding military generals during World War II. For a long time, Spidal was serving as chief of staff for Rommel, and this close relationship between superiors and subordinates was not ended when Rommel went to France to repair the "Atlantic Barriers". In a series of military operations in which Rommel achieved fame, his staff took on a large number of heavy responsibility for wartime command for well-known reasons. Later, Spidal was arrested for being involved in the assassination of Hitler, although there was no evidence to show that

He was directly involved in the "cabal", but he did not hold any position in the army after that. This incident ruined Spidal's military future in the Third Reich, but Seynn was unlucky because he was considered a just person who resisted Hitler's military rule. After the war, he was exempted from being detained by his allies with his former colleagues. At the beginning, he was appointed as the commander-in-chief of the German demining force, and then was responsible for the restoration of the German local railway line. The German Defense Force was established, and he served as chief of staff to Marshal Von Weix as responsible for the personnel and training of the troops.

Judging from the reactions of the officers and soldiers in the anti-aircraft bunker, although Spidal's reputation among the old emperors was not as good as those dazzling generals, he was still looking forward to his military command ability. Captain Barkhorn lowered his voice and said, "Listen, guys, the Soviet pursuit troops have focused their offensive on our line of defense, and the next battle may be very difficult. In addition, the Allied Command has assigned all the German combatants on the southern line to General Spadal, which means that in the next period of time, we will receive more support from our former colleagues. It should be no problem to defend this line of defense that is only a few kilometers wide with our strength."

Upon hearing this, the pessimist opposite Eric immediately raised questions: "But sir, if everyone else is concentrated here, if the defense line collapses completely due to friendly forces, wouldn't everyone suffer together?"

There was another sharp roar of shells outside. Soon, the light of the sky shone brightly on the night sky, and the earth trembled violently in the deafening roar. For most German soldiers, the familiar and terrifying roars made by the Katyusha rocket launcher were simply magic sounds from hell. They could always cause fatal damage to their positions, and countless companions had been buried in it.

"Some things are not something we can control, and..." the captain said one by one while taking advantage of the artillery fire. "The officers are determined to protect their military forces to the greatest extent. I believe they are fully considering and weighing the feasibility of various routes like us. You don't have to make random guesses. If you leave the troops without permission and are caught by the Allies, all the efforts you have made before will be vain. Be at ease to fight with the large army!"

Hearing this, Eric understood that Captain Buckhorn said that these primary purposes were to stabilize the morale of the army. As for whether General Spidal and the commanders of the troops were really willing to retain such a difficult force for the future of Germany, and whether they could find a way out in this complicated situation, they could only answer it in time.

At the same time and the same problem, Lynn, who was far away in the Bavarian town, was also one of the hard-working thinkers. Before the night came, he and Tanze chose a hotel adjacent to the former police station, and temporarily stayed at the hotel at the Allied Inspection Station, and took the initiative to go to the Inspection Station to visit the British inspector stationed here. The British corporal I met in the cafe before was only a deputy, mature and gentlemanly second lieutenant Jon Danmer was the real inspector.

Danmer is always polite about the German Red Cross staff whom he had never met. Lynn originally wanted to listen to more first-hand news in this town. Since the other party had a cold face, it was meaningless to be here. But this time Tanze caught a clue. After he asked, Danmer reluctantly revealed that he was born with a mixed English-German race. Once the psychological defense line broke through, it would be much easier to start a conversation. Lynn pretended that he was also a mixed English-German race, but he lived with his father since childhood. He spoke very ordinary English and had never set foot in the UK. Danmer's situation was the opposite. His father was a genuine British aristocrat, and it was the first time in 1913.

The year before the outbreak of the World War, he married his mother, a German lady whom he met on a trip. When Danmer was born, the war broke out. The British and German cousins ​​turned against each other on the battlefield. As the number of fallen dead continued to increase, this hatred became more and more profound. Since Demer's not remembered, his friends around him rejected him, insulted him, and called him "the baby of a German woman." Although Danmer did not say that, Lynn knew that the troubles of blood would inevitably accompany his entire growth process, and even caused him to be treated unfairly again and again. He did not join the Royal Navy, which the British respected the most, but served in the army. He was born with a nobleman, but was elegant but was still a second lieutenant at the age of 33. These were probably caused by bloodline prejudice.

In order to get closer, Lynn continued his "actor cultivation". He expressed his feelings and feelings about his sorrow of growing up in Germany as an English-German mixed race. Many plots were like Danmer in the mirror. The two brothers in distress became more and more moved, and in the end they almost hugged their heads and cried together. When it was time for curfew, Danmer sent his subordinates out to patrol and picked up a bottle of wine to push and clinked with Lynn. After three tours of wine, the two of them said almost nothing. Although Danmer was silent about the military secrets he knew, the inspection station itself was an office place full of military secrets.

Merr goes to the office every hour and a half, which means that communication facilities around Nuremberg have been repaired, or the Allies have activated secret backup lines, and inspection stations in various places must regularly contact the superiors to report the situation at night. When it was almost 12 o'clock, some patrol personnel returned one after another. It seems that the curfew martial law force after midnight is relatively weak. In addition, Lynn also witnessed that Danmer's office is equipped with a set of radio communication devices that can automatically receive signals and output codes, which are also consistent with the early reconnaissance results of the intelligence department.

"Get a break early! Mr. Horst! There have been some headaches in the past two days. In order to save unnecessary trouble, I suggest you and your colleagues stay here for a few more days. If the funding does not allow it, I can arrange a free accommodation for you." After drinking nearly half a bottle of whiskey, Danmer's face turned slightly red, his mouth was clear, his mind was normal, and his walking posture did not show any signs of shaking and staggering.

Lin Neng pretended to be drunk and confused: "Oh, it is said that something happened in Nuremberg? Those senior officials from the old empire would not be..."

Danmer coughed intentionally: "The situation will be handled properly, so don't worry."

"Hey, I'm not doing intelligence or news, I'm just personal curiosity." Lynn was about to get up and say goodbye, slipped under his feet and fell asleep on the sofa.

"Mr. Horst? Mr. Horst?" Danmer called out twice, and saw Lynn looking drunk, he walked to the door to exchange for soldiers on duty.

"Go to the hotel next door to inform the Red Cross who lives in Room 3 on the 2nd floor. His companion got drunk with me and asked him to come over... Oh, forget it, go and tell him Mr. Horst to make do with me tonight and come and pick him up tomorrow morning!"

Danmer changed his mind halfway, which hit Linn's mind. Hearing the other party took out a blanket from the office, let Linn sleep on the sofa with his lace-up boots, tilted the fireplace, and then tiptoed to carry Linn's briefcase into the office. After half an hour, he put the briefcase back next to the sofa. This briefcase is an important prop for Lynn's operation. It contains detailed information on the German Red Cross's investigation of the living conditions of residents in various places. The map and the introduction of local towns seem to be for investigation of work needs. It can be used directly as a military need in the hands of an expert. The forged diary and family photos also increase the authenticity of this set of props.

After making a cup of espresso, Danmer went to work with confidence. It seemed that the attack on the Nuremberg Prison caused great trouble to the Bavarian allied occupying forces. Danmer called continuously to inquire about the situation of the surrounding checkpoints, and then reported to his superiors - these were all done around 1 a.m. After that, Danmer went out of the door, and Lynn quietly got up after hearing the sound of the car engine. In this era without cameras, he only needed to make sure that the guards on duty at the door did not squat in front of the door to monitor him. Then, in response to Danmer's unauthorized search of his briefcase, he quickly inspected his office, and simply recorded the instructions of the Allied superior command department in the workbook.

December 20th —

4:52: Emergency martial law, no personnel and vehicles from the direction of Nuremberg shall pass.

At 7:45: Part 1 of the 3rd Battalion of the Highland Cavalry Regiment will arrive within 2 hours, take over the road inspection, and launch a network search.

12:17: The search range is extended to surrounding villages and farms.

At 15:30: Organize a search team to enter the forest.

16:45: Pay attention to whether there are abnormal conditions in local residents and implement curfew.

At 21:10: The information of escapees will be passed to all towns and road checkpoints in Bavaria and will not be announced to German residents for the time being.

December 21st —

0:55: The passage order has been changed. Any US military force must follow the latest order when passing the checkpoint, otherwise it will be seized.
Chapter completed!