"Doctor Hans, you should be very clear about the consequences of leaving the battlefield without authorization."
In the forest filled with dense fog, the officer wearing a major's uniform gently took Hans away. The Mauser rifle in Father Si's hand was placed in the shoulder compartment of the motorcycle behind him, and then he slowly raised the pistol and put it against his forehead, letting the sweat on his forehead wet the muzzle that smelled of gunpowder smoke.
“Are these children allowed to die?” Father Hans stared at him, “Major Rudy, accept the reality. We have failed. The most important thing now is to let these children live. Go down!"
"Failure?" The major known as Rudy looked crazy at this time, "We will not fail! As long as we defeat those lowly Soviets, Yuan Shu will soon. Lead us to reoccupy the whole of Europe!"
Dad Hans looked at the other party with a sneer, "Occupy Europe? Berlin can hardly be defended now, are you blind?"
"Anyone who betrays the leader of the Communist Party of China should die!"
Major Rudy looked at Marco who was standing aside in panic, and the expression on his face became more and more crazy, "Marco, kill with your knife Kill the defecting Doctor Hans and get back to the battlefield immediately!"
Marco shook his head blankly and subconsciously covered the Youth League saber at his waist with one hand.
"In that case..."
"Bang!"
Rudiment was halfway through speaking when two crisp gunshots were heard in succession. From behind the big tree in the distance, two 9mm pistol bullets accurately hit his neck and temple!
Before the blood mist that exploded from the wound had time to fall, Wei Ran, who was hiding behind the big tree, quickly turned his gun and fired a third bullet, hitting the young soldier holding the submachine gun. Shoulder.
Amidst the continuous exclamations and screams, a P38 pistol and an MP40 submachine gun fell one after another, and smashed into the damp weeds along with Rudy's body.
"For the glory of the empire!"
Amidst the heart-rending roars, the member of the Youth League who was still riding the motorcycle frantically pulled out the grenade from his waist. !
"Shame!"
Wei Ran, who originally wanted to save the life of this little kid who had gone astray, muttered to himself, and moved the pistol that he had not put down. , continued to pull the trigger and fired two bullets, accurately hitting the former's side ribs and head.
"Plop!"
The warm corpse followed in the footsteps of the submachine gun, fell heavily from the motorcycle and hit the grass. Before he could twist it in his hand, The grenade with the back cover opened rolled to the feet of Father Hans.
“Who’s there?!”
Dad Hans didn’t move slowly at all. He dragged Marco and hid behind the motorcycle. While asking, he picked up the A submachine gun holding back blood.
Wei Ran hid behind the big tree, put the pistol back into the cowhide book, cleared his throat to make sure he could speak, and then walked out with his hands raised.He responded, "Like you, I also want to return to Berlin."
Looking at Wei Ran's dress, Hans breathed a sigh of relief and happily threw away the submachine gun in his hand, "You are You escaped from the front line? "
Wei Ran was stunned, and then replied without hesitation, "Victor, I did escape from the front line."
p>"How's the situation over there?" Marco asked, sticking out most of his head from the back of the motorcycle like a groundhog. < /p>
Dad Hans also had an anxious expression on his face after hearing this. He pulled Marco away and said, "It seems we have to hurry up."
" Wait a minute."
Wei Ran stopped the two of them, took out a box of spare pistol bullets from the body and put it into his pants pocket, saying, "Maybe we can go faster on a motorcycle!"< /p>
“That makes sense!”
Dad Hans immediately said by analogy, “Marco, go take off that bastard madman Rudy’s clothes and put them on so that we can return to the city. It's more convenient."
Hearing this, Marco quickly took the uniform and boots from Wei Ran and put them on, while the jacket he changed into was put on by Wei Ran, who only wore a shirt on his upper body. On the body.
After Marco hung all the accessories such as the pistol on his waist and put on his hat, Weiran, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately started the motorcycle.
"You go and sit in the sidecar"
Doctor Hans pushed Marco to the side of the sidecar and mixed the remaining blood on the motorcycle with the oil near the fuel tank. The reporter wiped his face, barely covering up the childishness that was inconsistent with this military uniform, and he himself sat behind Wei Ran with the captured submachine gun.
When both of them were seated, Wei Ran immediately turned the accelerator and drove the motorcycle forward while asking, "Dad Hans, do you know the road?"
< p>Dad Hans stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "I know you, just keep driving forward. You can see Berlin city after leaving this forest."Under the command of Dad Hans, Wei Ran drove his motorcycle quickly away from the battlefield amid thick fog and gunfire, and was finally stopped by a line of defense on the edge of the city.
Before Wei Ran and Marco could open their mouths, Hans' father impatiently waved his ID, "We are going to the headquarters to apply for more troops, get out of the way!"< /p>
The soldier in charge of the inspection did not check Marco’s ID at all when he saw the Iron Cross Class II on Marco’s chest. He stood at attention and saluted with a snap, then took the initiative to get out of the way and sat down. Marco, who was in the sidecar, also subconsciously straightened his right hand.
After passing through the blockade almost like a review, the three people on the motorcycle breathed a sigh of relief. Wei Ran looked at the almost ruined city and the explosions that sounded from time to time at the end of his sight.Exploded, asking at the top of his lungs, "Where are we going next?"
"Go straight along this road"
Dad Hans was lying on Wei Ran's bed Pointing over his shoulder to the street shrouded in gunpowder smoke, "When we cross the Moltke Bridge, turn right. We will see a dental clinic in an alley by the river. Let's go there."
Mottke Bridge?
Wei Ran had a look of surprise on his face. He remembered clearly that Mikhail, the owner of the second-class Patriotic War Medal before coming here, was trying to seize it. He was seriously injured while crossing the Moltke Bridge!
"Dad Hans, what day is it today?" Wei Ran asked as he drove his motorcycle through the ruins of a building that was destroyed by an aerial bomb.
"What happened on April 22nd?" Father Hans looked at Wei Ran in confusion.
"Nothing"
Wei Ran was secretly frightened. According to historical records, the street fighting in Berlin would begin in three days. It would not be a good thing to stay in Berlin at this time. But in addition to taking photos, his return mission also involves rescuing Mario and a Jewish survivor named Mora.
Do you mean to take Mario and Mora away from Berlin within these three days?
Wei Ran looked at the streets around him that had been reduced to rubble by aerial bombs. Berlin was now surrounded. Even if he could escape from Berlin, could he still escape from the Soviet encirclement?
Before he could come up with an answer, two fire points transformed from rubble, sandbags and bomb craters appeared at the end of the street. The remaining buildings around them had their windows blocked by bricks and stones, leaving only shooting holes facing the street below.
The same trick was repeated to pass through the fire point without any danger. After the motorcycle ventured for more than half an hour in the bombed city full of broken arms and bomb craters, it finally passed through. The Moltke Bridge where blasting points are being arranged. Under the guidance of Dr. Hans, he drove right along the road beside the river for less than twenty meters, and then turned into a narrow alley.
At the end of this alley is an inconspicuous three-story building. The top floor of this building has become a ruin, and there is still a solitary wooden door on the remaining wall.
On the barely preserved second floor, all the windows have been blocked with bricks, but the cracks on the wall that are as wide as a fist extend to the ceiling of the first floor.
On the other hand, the first floor is still intact. At least the glass window with the conspicuous red cross painted on it still holds its position. In the open space in front of the clinic, in addition to the rubble and broken bricks piled up in the shape of a tomb, there are also several dusty white sheets hanging on the wires stretched horizontally.
Before the motorcycle stopped, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a white coat was already standing at the door, holding blood-stained medical equipment in his hand and looking at the motorcycle with an indifferent expression. of three people.