Chapter 64: Waking up from the dream

"Hey, Sodat!" (German: Hey, Soldier!)

Hearing this sound in a daze, Lin Neng did not realize that he was calling him. Then he was gently pushed on his left shoulder. Then he suddenly opened his eyes. He bent down and stood beside him was a German soldier wearing a steel helmet with a large earring and a submachine gun on his shoulder. He couldn't name it, but he only knew that he was from the same civilian escort team.

Seeing that Lin En woke up, the soldier made a gesture of "Follow me". Lin En was about to get up, but found that her right shoulder, right arm and right abdomen were "occupied" - the woman leaned on her shoulder, the little girl grabbed her elbow and rested her head on her abdomen, which was about where her liver and spleen were located, and she was sleeping soundly at this moment.

Seeing the mother and daughter, Lynn remembered that he had talked to them for a while and watched them fall asleep with his own eyes. He had originally planned to study the two "divine books", but he unknowingly fell asleep. He turned to look at the "White Goatee", as if he was awakened by the sound of the soldiers calling him, and looked at Lynn sleepily. When Lynn carefully moved Kacili's little head, he reached out to help from the other side, and then moved the woman's head and upper body slightly to the right. During this process, both the mother and daughter did not wake up, but naturally moved in their sleep.

Nodding at the old man, Lin En got up gently, carried the assault rifle and followed the soldier out. The dim moonlight shone on the snowy fields, and everything in his sight was so peaceful. More than a dozen soldiers had gathered next to the first carriage. When Lin En and the other two came one after another, the soldiers responsible for escorting the civilian team were basically gathered.

The leader of the National Defense Forces sergeant was not tall, and his small eyes were paired with protruding cheeks. Although he was not as fierce as the "butcher", he also gave people the impression that he was not easy to mess with. He said in a muffled voice: "At the current speed, we must arrive in Konisburg at this time tomorrow. There are several wounded people in a bad condition, so we have to send them to the hospital as soon as possible!"

The wounded he refers to are injured civilians shipped by carriages, mostly elderly people, and middle-aged women who are not too old. Their physical condition cannot be compared with soldiers, and they cannot properly handle wounds. Simple bandaging can only deal with minor injuries. If the injury is serious, they really need to be sent to a hospital with certain treatment conditions as soon as possible.

The soldiers subconsciously looked at the two carriages. Although the road was difficult to walk, the horses' endurance was always better than that of people. As for the civilians who were originally lagging behind, although they had arrived one after another during this period, it was obviously unrealistic to let them continue to move without rest.

"My idea is to send two people to follow the carriage first, and then turn back to the reception after arriving in Konisburg." Perhaps because he didn't want the civilians to hear it, the sergeant deliberately suppressed his voice. He glanced around the soldiers' faces with his eyes. Seeing that no one raised any objections, he continued: "I know a fellow villager in the Konisburg Garrison Command. If he finds him, he has hope to get a car. In this way, he can transport all the civilians to the city after a few round trips. Our mission has been completed smoothly!"

These words sounded easy to understand to other soldiers - if they wanted to save the lives of the seriously injured as much as possible, and at the same time they wanted to get the car, they had to let the sergeant follow the carriage to Konesburg first. However, Lynn, who was less than three years old in German, felt very puzzled, and he had to memorize the sentences he couldn't understand, and then let the old man in the bookstore, namely Cassili's grandfather, translate it into English, so that it would be easier to understand at least.

"If everyone has no objection, Cole and I will escort the carriage!" said the sergeant in an inquiry tone, but who has a better opinion now?

"That's the decision! When I'm not here, the team will be... you, the corporal of the SS, are responsible." The sergeant pointed to a thin SS low-ranking non-commissioned officer opposite.

Standing among a group of National Defense Forces and SS soldiers, the deputy of the SS Level 3 Squad (the leader of the lower-level team) could not refuse and just responded with a fierce attack.

The sergeant asked the soldiers to carry a black pot and six and a half-sized burlap bags from the carriage. Judging from their appearance, they should contain bread and potatoes. If they are spared, it should be okay to deal with people of seventy or eighty to eat four or five meals.

"Okay, disband, rest each other and maintain sufficient spirit!" The National Defense Forces sergeant issued the last order before leaving with a steady manner.

Seeing that the soldiers around him had dispersed and he was not selected specifically, Lin En returned quickly and couldn't wait to recite the short sentences of the words he had in his heart to the old man. Time flies, so it is inevitable that he memorized some of the words and words. Fortunately, the old man was well-informed. He thought about it and roughly told Lin En in English what had just happened.

"oh……"

Lin En suddenly realized but did not realize it. Although he was familiar with the development trend of this period of history, the main weapons and equipment of the warring parties, famous generals and some classic battle examples, he was not comfortable with the local people, and he could not interpret people's habits and conventions in dealing with small matters. Whether the National Defense Forces sergeant was in love with civilians or took the opportunity to escape, he could not see through and had no say in this.

The old man didn't make any comments, but just asked Lynn for saliva. He twisted the lid of the kettle again, and his eyes turned from the old man to the mother and daughter. They snuggled together tightly, sleeping very well and very heavy.

In a moment, the sound of the movement of the carriage awakened some civilians. As the last group of mobilized, their willingness to evacuate their homes was not strong, so they did not show any panic under this situation, and the soldiers who stayed there quickly explained the situation to them. As a result, most of the civilians returned to the temporary resting place, and when the sound of horse hooves and the sound of wheels rolling gradually drifted away, the woods became quiet again.

Gently lift a corner of the blanket, stretch your feet, bend your legs, and move back to your previous position little by little. In the cold air, you can smell the fragrance of a woman's hair and the fragrance of a little girl. This "scent" is very light, and it is not as fragrant as perfume, but it has a natural feeling that no perfume can be synthesized. It is a part of ordinary life, and only those close to you can smell it.

Lynn was sleepless and looked down at the woman and the little girl. Alice, Katelli, what a nice name. Are they destined to be associated with themselves?

Because of the shawl, from Lynn's perspective, he could only see Alice's tiny and straight nose, which reminded him of the heroine Kate Beckinsale in the Hollywood blockbuster "Pearl Harbor". The thin represents fragility, and the strong represents stubbornness. When fragility and stubbornness are combined, a deep sadness that makes people feel pity and can't stop.

Despite being dressed as a boy, Kasselli has a pretty and upright face like her mother, with big eyes and white skin. Whether wearing jackets and pants or dresses, she will be bulging like an extremely cute little toy in winter. Having such a daughter is the happiness of any father, but it’s a pity that the German soldier who followed Rommel to North Africa enjoys it in no time.

Thinking of the controversial "German War God" Rommel, Lynn suddenly felt a little resentful: Longshuai, Longshuai, it would be great if you, a desert fox, had you fought the Suez Canal in one breath. Germany in 1945 was definitely not like this now. You can at least enjoy the flavor and mood of history when you travel through time, without having to fight tenaciously for survival like Xiaoqiang.

It is a pity that even if Erwin Rommel could understand Chinese, he could not respond to Lynn's feelings. According to historical records, this meritorious marshal was implicated in the assassination and committed suicide on October 14, 1944, leaving endless regrets and conjectures to later military fans, which led to various discussions about "If Rommel lives until 1945."

Why didn’t I travel to Rommel in 1941 or even earlier? Lynn suddenly thought in his heart that in that case, he would have great room to display his talents. He swept North Africa, sank the Soviet Union, and even stepped on Britain and whipped the United States. Only those who traveled through history could have the pleasure of no other than me!
Chapter completed!