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It was dawn, and Lin Neng opened his tired eyes. The morning light was so soft, and the fragrance of the soil overshadowed the aftertaste of the smoke. The sound of guns and cannons seemed to belong to another world, and his ears were so quiet that even the sound of birds could not be heard.

The soil in front of him was still wet and muddy with ice crystals. Lin En knew in his heart that he was still in the trenches, and the nightmare had become an unchangeable reality. After hesitating for a moment, he tried to drive his stiff and sore hands to stand up. Although he was wrapped in a thick blanket, it could not withstand the cold of the night. However, compared to those who had frozen to death in the heart of the Soviet Union, Lin En was already quite lucky. Although there was a light snow in the past two days, the lowest temperature was only about minus fifteen degrees Celsius, and he could barely survive with his winter clothes and military blankets.

Being able to fall asleep in such a difficult environment has changed from what I never dared to think about before.

Sitting up against the trench wall, Lynn looked around, and many soldiers were still curled up in the trench wrapped in blankets and clothes. Not far away, several big-eared steel helmets sat around a small pile of charcoal fires, and a metal lunch box was hung under a tripod made of wooden sticks, and a faint fragrance was floating out of it. As the consciousness became clear, the emptyness and hunger in the belly became uncomfortable.

After licking his lips, Lynn took out half a cookie from his pocket. This was specially preserved at supper last year - bullets, food and water. He unknowingly turned into a squirrel, instinctively keeping everything so that he could survive as much as possible in difficult circumstances.

Looking forward but reluctantly, he stuffed the cookies into his mouth, chewed them a few bites, and they were dry and hard. While fumbled to find the kettle, he saw the "butcher" coming over with his submachine gun. Although he was a little nervous in his heart, Lynn knew that this guy would only become extremely manic when fighting or approaching the battle, and at most he would have a stern face.

When he walked up to him, the "butcher" stopped and looked down at Lin Neng, saying something "wuldrink". Lin Neng couldn't understand a word, so he had to raise his head and look at the other person blankly. Fortunately, there were people in this battlefield, who were temporarily deaf, mentally insanity, or had battlefield autism. Seeing that Lin Neng neither stood up nor answered, the "butcher" was not angry, but just reached out to pat his shoulder, and then walked away with a serious look on his face.

It was guessed that the "butcher" was probably praising his performance last night, but Lin En was not happy at all. The defense line was defended, but the German soldiers exchanged their blood and lives. Just to repel the group charge of heavy Soviet tanks, Lin En saw no less than fifty German infantry sacrificed their lives. Before that, he always thought that soldiers from European countries would choose to surrender when the casualties exceeded a certain percentage, and would not be ashamed of it. The fierce battle that happened in front of him finally saw the bloody side of the German officers and soldiers.

The battlefield filled with fire and blood had been repeated countless times in the dream. Lynn tried her best to clear her thoughts and continued to grop his kettle, but the cold and hard metal object seemed to have been lost. At this moment, a hand wearing a wool glove handed a military kettle with almost the same paint. Lynn turned his head and nested on his left was a lean young man who looked in his early twenties. Under his steel helmet, you could see a bunch of yellow hairs covered with stains, always holding half a piece of cigarette in his mouth, and only when you were sleeping, it was carefully clamped to your ears.

Lynn took the kettle and didn't know how to thank him, so she simply didn't say anything. While drinking water, Huangmao whispered and finally laughed a few times. Lynn roughly understood a word placed in front of her: "Danich", which means Danes.

So, is I a volunteer soldier from Denmark?

On the first day after discovering that he was on the battlefield, Lynn identified from the badges of the people around him that this unit was the 11th "Nordic" Voluntary Armored Grenadier Division of the German SS, an elite combat force composed of Germans from various Nordic countries, including Norwegian, Danish and a few Swedish and Finnish soldiers. Among the various armored divisions of SS, the "Nordic" division was formed late, but after it formed, it fought on the most difficult front line for a long time, experienced a series of extremely cruel battles, and its reputation was quite loud.

In fact, whether it is the Danes or Norwegians, there is no difference in this trench, nor will it change his situation. Lynn thought this way, twisted the kettle and returned it to the yellow-haired man, and smiled reluctantly.

Huangmao didn't say anything else, wrapped her blanket tightly and closed her eyes to rest.

Weapons are the first life of soldiers, but sometimes the function of a kettle is more important than a weapon. Thinking of this, Lynn groped for a while and finally found the kettle half buried in the soil under his butt. He shook it and there was still half a pot of water, so he tied it back under his belt. When he was retracting his hand, he touched the hard object in his top pocket and took it out. It was a thick notebook slightly larger than the slap, with a cover, probably a diary. The handwriting inside was quite vigorous, and most of the individual letters Lynn knew - from the small "extraordinary" points on some letters, Lynn guessed that these were either German or Danish.

A black and white family photo was taken in the notebook. Judging from the flat and smooth texture of the photo, it should be a new photo taken not long ago. The style of the photo is very traditional, with parents sitting in the middle, and four children standing in the back row in the order of height and shortness. The highest one should be the "self" in the mirror, wearing a straight SS uniform, looking energetic. The younger three are one man and two women, the boy is sixteen and seven years old, and they are also wearing a uniform, but they have a childish look; the older girl is in her teens, with beautiful curly hair, and she looks like a beauty, while the younger girl is only five or six years old, shy and a bit afraid.

Based on the normal age of marriage and childbirth, their parents should not be old, but the couple in the photo looked frost-ridden. The man looked like an old man over 60 years old, and the daughter was also gray-haired. The four children looked at least healthy, but the couple's expressions seemed heavy and lost. This reminded Lin En to the general background of the times. The fate of the empire was as deep as the setting sun. People with knowledge should indeed be worried about the fate of their own nation and at the same time.

Hearing some movement in the trench in the west, Lin En quickly put away his drifting thoughts and the book that he couldn't understand for the time being. Soon, he saw the thin young man last night and another young man in military uniform carrying a long wooden box along the trench and walking towards the trench. The soldiers along the way spontaneously put the extra weapons in. Most of them were left behind by wounded and dead companions, and some Soviet soldiers from the attack. Of course, many people still kept the "Bobosha". Everything seemed to be based on the principle of voluntary action, and no one imposed interference or pointed fingers.

Linen couldn't say good about the Mauser rifle in his hand, but it could at least be used smoothly. After a moment, the box finally raised it in front of him. Linen looked in. Although there were a few mp38/40 submachine guns, they all seemed to be damaged and needed repairs. The rest were either "Mauser" or "Mosinggana". Huangmao probably wanted to find a suitable guy for him. He stepped forward and flipped through it. Soon he took out a Mauser military pistol, which is a muffled gun in the corner of the box. Seeing this, Linen's eyes lit up: This was the favorite of warlords and bandits during the Republic of China period, and the original German-made goods were even more popular. However, Huangmao left it aside with disdain, and the other soldiers standing next to him were indifferent to this small killing weapon.

Lin En was shocked and followed him forward, grabbed the new mullet gun with 70% to 80% from the box. The heavy feel immediately made him feel like he had a treasure!

The thin young man holding the box in front looked at Lin Neng unexpectedly and slowed down at the same time - Lin Neng thought that he was intentionally asking him to find the holster of the retort gun, so he quickly laughed and reached out to flip. The wooden box originally used to hold a rifle was not large in capacity, and he could count the contents in it by pulling a few times, but the obvious holster of the retort did not appear. At this time, the soldiers around him looked here curiously as if they saw the flying fairy in the sky. Lin Neng didn't care about these and continued to search. It was not until he saw the thin young man shaking his head at him that he took his hand back in disappointment.

The thin young man and his companions carried the box and continued to walk forward. Their thin bodies were actually not suitable for such physical work, but sometimes there was no human touch on the battlefield. Back to his position, he sat down, and Lin Neng looked at the mull gun in his hand, and his heart became a little hotter. After trying to fiddle with the bolt, magazines and hammers, they were flexible and free, and the red "9" characters were engraved on both sides of the grip, which means that it was originally produced at 7.63 mm caliber, and later, in order to be used with the Luger 08 and other standard pistols, it was modified from the factory to a 9 mm caliber. From this, it can be basically inferred that it belongs to the old model produced before the 1920s and does not have the fully automatic shooting function.

During this process, Huangmao kept silently watching Lynn fiddling with the new "toy", and her curious vision was exactly the same as the thin young man before. Unlike the popularity in the East, especially in China, this Mauser military pistol was highly regarded in Europe. The army did not like it for many reasons, it was expensive, large in size, and it was difficult to control the muzzle jump when firing quickly, so even the German army did not have batch equipment. However, in the late stage of the war, the dilemma of resource exhaustion forced the German army to turn out the old goods in the warehouse. It is said that not only the front-line defense forces, but also the SS, which is very favored on weekdays, had to take some weapons that they usually look down on as supplements, thus creating a strange situation where new and old weapons were on the same field.
Chapter completed!