Chapter 121 Suffocation

Even if a woman isn't made of water, she must be made of tofu, Lynn thought.

With Wofrum carrying Ava on his back, the group returned to the air-raid shelter along the same route.

Inside, there were not fewer people, but rather a few more. Lynn glanced around and saw that the four night combat teams choosing to camp here had almost all gathered, fully armed and ready for action at any moment.

But now, there were still seven or eight hours until nightfall.

Wofrum leaned Ava against the wall and let her down. Throughout the entire process, the war correspondent didn't make a sound, displaying a remarkable composure in the face of adversity.

Field medical treatment was a mandatory course for every soldier, so the "Vampire" assault team's training camp did not offer this as a separate course. Considering his two experiences of being wounded and his attempts to save Huang Mao as well as treat his own wounds, Lynn simply squatted aside and watched Wofrum assess the injuries of the wide-eyed war correspondent.

Rolling up her sleeves, indeed, the elbow was swollen. Wofrum gently pressed a few times with his fingers, causing Ava to hiss in pain, tears welled up in her eyes involuntarily, and then she looked at Lynn with resentment.

Upon receiving this look, Lynn felt extremely puzzled: "I was just trying to help you!"

Fortunately, Wofrum, who didn't have a medical license, quickly assessed, "No fracture, just a dislocation. We need to find a doctor."

"Where on earth are we going to find a doctor?" Lynn muttered, then turned to the fully equipped night warriors and shouted, "Hey, does anyone know how to set a bone?"

Dislocation required setting a bone, Lynn's understanding was correct, but unfortunately, there were two different phrases in German with different meanings, and he used the wrong one.

As a result, the resentment in those wide eyes only intensified.

Out of nearly twenty makeshift doctors, there was always one who could act as a Zhuge Liang. A soldier who hadn't shaved for a long time stepped forward bravely, without saying much, and went straight to Ava. He reached out with calloused hands and rubbed her elbow joint with rough fingers for a while, and then exerted force.

Lynn didn't hear the satisfying crack of the bone resetting, but instead, like everyone else around him, he was startled by the piercing scream of the woman.

It turned out that not only was she not made of tofu, but she was also a hot water kettle with a whistle.

The scruffy soldier glanced at her fair and symmetrical face, stood up, and said in a low voice, "All set."

"All set," Lynn repeated.

"Yeah, all set, no worries," Wofrum said eagerly as he helped Ava roll down her sleeve.

"Now that the problem's sorted, as soon as the Soviet air raid ends, we'll get Miss Furtwängler back to headquarters as quickly as possible," Lynn said to his men, but also loud enough for the high-ranking war correspondent sitting against the wall to hear.

At this moment, the efficient and approachable war correspondent suddenly spoke up, "Problem? Did you just call me a problem, Corporal Galgo?"

Lynn was not adept at wordplay in German, so he quickly smiled and said, "Oh, you must have misunderstood, Miss Furtwängler. I just meant trouble, difficulty..."

"I'm your trouble? Your difficulty? Huh?" The woman glared fiercely at Lynn, her tone aggressive.

If this were a battle, Lynn would prefer to surrender because he didn't want to argue with a woman, especially over such a misunderstanding.

He had to turn to Wofrum for help.

Since the previous night's battle, Wofrum had been impressed by Lynn's actions, so he wouldn't undermine him now. He quickly and politely explained to the war correspondent. Meanwhile, other soldiers in the bunker looked on curiously, eager for gossip. Finally, the war correspondent stopped questioning loudly, no longer being unreasonable. She tried to move her arm, then reluctantly sat down with a glare at Lynn, realizing that going out now would be too risky, especially considering the ongoing enemy airstrikes and explosions.

With a conciliatory tone, Lynn said, "Miss Furtwängler, I sincerely apologize for my choice of words earlier. You see, I'm not very articulate, and I tend to stumble over my words. I hope you don't mind."

Ava wasn't unreasonable. Seeing Lynn's reasonable attitude and considering the danger outside, she reluctantly sat down, glaring at him before sitting down.

To please her, Lynn said, "Comrade Ava, let me tell you about my experiences as a member of the night infiltration squad."

Her large eyes blinked, and her tone softened a bit.

"The night infiltration squad with 15 soldiers equipped with 3 sets of night vision gear?" Many ordinary soldiers hadn't even heard of the "Vampire" Assault Team, but Ava could describe its specific configuration. Lynn nodded hastily, "Yes, that's right."

He then recounted his experience as the deputy leader of the second team of the Eric squad during their last attack, embellishing it slightly but emphasizing the facts of being received by the Führer, receiving the Iron Cross and Wound Badge.

Listening intently, Ava was soon captivated by Lynn's storytelling. Finally, she made a request, "Corporal Galgo, could you demonstrate how you killed three Soviet soldiers with your pistols?"

"Of course."

Lynn had already removed his night vision gear. He took a few steps back, knelt down, and after a few seconds of preparation, demonstrated his pistol skills with remarkable speed, even earning some applause from the onlookers.

After the performance, instead of holstering his guns immediately, Lynn walked over to Ava and squatted down, showing her the shiny pistols, "These are combat pistols, made by Mauser, with a 20-round capacity, stronger range and power than ordinary pistols, best suited for close combat and urban warfare."

Mauser military pistols existed before World War I, and although there had been improvements in later models, they still maintained their distinctive profile. Ava didn't examine the pistols curiously. She thought for a moment and asked a more professional question, "The initial evaluation of this weapon by the military was that it had strong recoil and difficult to control accuracy. How did you overcome that?"

"If fired in single shots, its accuracy and range are unmatched by other pistols. If fired in bursts..." Lynn turned his wrists, laying the pistols flat, "Within a few seconds, it can block a street or take down a line of charging enemies."

Ava seemed to understand but still nodded with a puzzled expression. It seemed she didn't have much combat experience and probably didn't know how to use pistols very well.

Thinking this, Lynn looked at the holster she was wearing, small and probably containing a Walther or Schmeisser type of military small-caliber pistol. Curious to ask, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him, "Not good, Soviet tanks have breached the city and are heading towards the city center."

It was only natural for Soviet forces to break through the outer defenses and enter the city area. Therefore, the German defenders of the city set up circular strongholds using the urban terrain, and relied on buildings and ruins to set up anti-tank positions. Lynn turned to the soldier who had just returned from outside. By this time, the sound of intense gunfire could be faintly heard from outside the bunker.

Soldiers who had been sitting moments ago were now all standing up. The relaxed atmosphere brought by Lynn's pistol performance vanished instantly, replaced by a tense and oppressive atmosphere inside the bunker.

Shortly after, another soldier stumbled into the bunker. Lynn looked closely and saw it was the communication soldier from headquarters.

"164th combat group, immediately head to Block 5; 165th combat group, use the bank building opposite as a defensive position to ambush the enemy; 167th combat group...," the communication soldier paused to catch his breath, "Escort the war correspondent to Block 11 immediately. There's an armored vehicle waiting there."

Each street and building in the city of Oranienburg had its own name, but the reinforcements brought in were not familiar with them, so the headquarters gave them numerical designations and issued simple combat maps. Block 11 was located in the southern part of the city, and since the Soviet army had been continuously attacking the northern defenses, it was somewhat surprising to hear that they had broken through the outer defenses.

Lynn quickly glanced at the slightly larger than a page-sized combat map, memorizing the route to Block 11. He put the map away and strapped on the infrared night vision gear that was currently useless. Seeing Ava standing up, he decisively ordered, "167th combat group, let's go."