Qin Lun straightened his back and sat on a soft chair covered with woolen cushions in a standard military posture, with only the reflection of the train window in his pupils.
"He hasn't changed his posture for more than two hours! Captain Bork, are all of you soldiers as cold as a piece of granite like Second Lieutenant Heinrich?" Baron Weidenberg asked softly, shaking his wine glass.
"The German Mountain Rangers are the most elite soldiers in the empire!" Bock hesitated, and explained softly, "Did you see the edelweiss specimen on Gerthard's chest? That kind of flower grows on the steepest cliffs in the Alps, except No other German army trains in that kind of place!"
Captain Bock actually learned about Gerthard's background from Skorzny, and knew that his relatives had just passed away. However, the captain did not explain all this to Weidenberg, but vaguely attributed it to the military posture requirements of the mountain hunters.
"I bet you, Second Lieutenant Heinrich can keep this sitting position until dinner at night!" The baron joked with a childlike innocence.
"Your Excellency Weidenbeile, betting on your colleagues is not a gentleman's behavior!" Mrs. Monica raised her clean chin, revealing her swan-like white and slender neck.
There was a complicated look in Grant's eyes. Of all the people in the carriage, he was the only one who understood that the coldness and stiffness on Qin Lun's face were not faked. Perhaps this was the truest expression of the "Dissecter"'s heart.
Don't mention the "dissecter", why is he not like this himself! Interrogation experts! The clown lowered his head, concealed the expression on his face, and looked at his hands carefully. It seemed that the bright red faces that he had peeled off and twisted in pain appeared before his eyes.
The blood of the Moon Night Elf greatly enhanced his hearing, and the whispers of the crowd spread into Qin Lun's ears without saying a word.
The slight voice of discussion seemed to come from another world. Qin Lun moved his eyes. For the first time, he didn't use a fake smile to cover up his inner indifference and numbness, but it was attributed to the result of military training instead.
Is it difficult to maintain this posture? In the single room of the psychiatric hospital, in the confinement room of the severe punishment prison... He hugged his knees and curled up in the corner countless times. He could not change his position, eat, drink, or defecate for three whole days. Now it is nothing more than opening the body and straightening the spine.
"Gentlemen, we are approaching the canyon bridge ahead. After crossing this mountain, we will enter the plain!" Skorzny came over from the front of the car and reminded everyone, "After dinner, please rest as soon as possible. Tomorrow morning we will Will go to Hamburg, and then go straight to sea by boat!"
"Sir, since time is so urgent, why don't we use the Air Force's transport plane?" Bock asked with some doubts.
"Our battle in France is not going well, and we have given up on Paris the day before yesterday... the air corridors in the country are not safe!" Skorzny said worriedly, "Because of the urgent task, we can recruit too few strong men, and we must not No more losses!"
"Has Paris also fallen?" Everyone was a little distracted. Their news was not as well-informed as Skorzny's, and they didn't know the latest battle situation yet.
"The current situation of the empire is not optimistic. However, according to the analysis of the intelligence agencies, the allies are also unable to support it. If this time the unconventional warfare forces cannot be effectively integrated, the United States may be forced to withdraw from the war due to domestic pressure!" Scott Erzny said with confidence, "Without the strong industrial power of the United States, we can still win the final victory. Work hard, everyone!"
"Boom!" While Skorzny was being impassioned, the carriage shook violently, causing almost everyone standing there to fall to the ground.
"Enemy attack!" Skorzny pressed the floor with one palm, his huge body jumped up again with disproportionate agility, and rushed to the window to look outside.
"British 'Spitfire'!" Bock, who was born in the Air Force, was the first to recognize the fighter plane in the air, "Has our information been leaked?"
"No, it shouldn't be targeting us specifically, otherwise, it would not be 'Spitfire', but 'Lancaster' or 'Sky Fortress'." Skorzny waved his hand, "Bock, Gert Harder and I go to the machine gun compartment, and the others to the armored compartment at the front."
(Spitfires are fighter jets, Lancasters and Flying Fortresses are British and American bombers.)
The expressions on everyone's faces were a bit serious, and they were just in the middle of the bridge at this time. If the bridge is blown, no matter how powerful their own abilities are, they will be buried in the rapids of the canyon.
Qin Lun followed Skorzny and Bok into the locomotive, and followed the lieutenant colonel to press the control button of the locomotive. The top and side baffles of this carriage slowly opened to reveal four 12.2mm anti-aircraft machine guns fixed to the train base.
There were two machine gun carriages at the front and rear of the armored train equipped with train guns. Behind Qin Lun and the others was a huge train gun. The 650 mm caliber shell weighs five tons, but it is useless for shooting aircraft.
"There are only two planes, Gerthard, you are in charge of the one on the left, let me see the hunting marksmanship you practiced in the mountain troops!" Skorzny, with his blond hair fluttering in the strong wind, moved towards Qin Lun boldly. call out.
Qin Lun jumped into the machine gun position, held up the handle of the machine gun with both hands, but smiled wryly in his heart. Gerthard did remember how to operate an anti-aircraft machine gun. However, half of shooting a plane with an anti-aircraft machine gun depends on luck, and it really doesn't have much to do with marksmanship.
"Da da da!" Anti-aircraft machine guns intertwined with the roar of "Spitfire" fighter jets.
"Dangdang!" The machine gun baffle in front of Qin Lun made a sound like rain hitting plantains. Seeing the baffle deform rapidly and protrude two rows of bullet craters, Qin Lun couldn't help dripping two beads of sweat on his face. If it is hit by a machine gun bullet from an airplane, it may not make any difference whether it is a regular body or not!
The two machine gun carriages at the front and rear of the armored train intertwined a tight firepower net in the air. The small bombs carried by the Spitfire fighters failed to hit the bridge. After two rounds of strafing, they pulled up and left.
Back in the luxury car, everyone was silent. Half a year ago, there were very few enemy fighter jets in Germany, but now it has become the norm. This recognition makes everyone feel the great responsibility of this mission.
After a day and night of galloping, the armored train finally arrived at Hamburg Station in the evening of the second day. As soon as he entered the hotel used to cover up, Skorzny received a very bad news.
"Missing, how could it be missing?" The lieutenant colonel yelled at the German military police who came to report.
In addition to combatants, the special operations team's "Heracles Project" also needs an expert who can understand the high-tech data of the Allies. Dr. Keller, who came over from Berlin and joined the German Secret Research Force, is not only an outstanding biochemical expert, but also has a lot of knowledge in physics and mechanical engineering. He is the most indispensable core figure in this operation.
But now, Dr. Keller and his assistant disappeared in the villa station, and disappeared without a trace under the eyes of many German military police.
"Lieutenant Colonel, let's go to that villa, maybe we can find some clues!" Baron Weidenbeile said with an unabated smile.
"Take us to the doctor's villa!" Skorzny ordered with a cold face.
The German gendarmerie brought a group of Rangers to a villa on the outskirts of Hamburg. This garden villa looks inconspicuous from the outside, but the underground of the villa is a secret research institute of the German army in Hamburg. After Dr. Keller arrived in Hamburg, he stopped here briefly, waiting to join the others.
"Lieutenant Colonel, the doctor was here last night. We thought he was reading in the study." The gendarmerie captain of the villa said dejectedly, "It wasn't until this morning that we found out that the doctor was missing. Assistant, it seems that both of them disappeared out of thin air!"
Everything in the study is in order, books are neatly placed on a corner of the desk, a notebook is spread out on the table, a pen and a cup of cold coffee are placed beside it. It shows that before the master left, he didn't struggle and entangle too much, as if he was called out of the study and disappeared into the air.
"Besides the doctor and his assistant, are there any other missing persons?" Monica walked to the table with her skirt in hand, flipping through the contents of the notebook. However, she quickly gave up. These are basically some scientific research notes, which are of no help in finding a doctor.
"There are two other gendarmerie missing, but they are the most loyal German soldiers..." the captain of the gendarmerie hesitated for a moment, then replied.
Suddenly, Qin Lun's heart moved, and he turned his head to look in a certain direction. Others who made the same movement were Skorzny, Grant and Baron Weidenberg.
Several people looked at each other, the baron frowned, walked to the front of the fireplace, knelt down and picked the ashes. On the unburned charcoal in the hearth, there are mottled moist dark lines.
"It's human blood!" Weidenbeile twirled the wet ashes with his fingers, and as soon as his head stuck into the fireplace, he retracted like lightning, and pointed to the chimney of the fireplace with an ugly expression, "The two missing military police have been found... "
The gendarmes dragged out the corpses of two colleagues from the blood-smeared chimney, and they were hung in the chimney by fire sticks used to turn charcoal in the fireplace.
"I know who did this!" Skorzny's face was ashen, and the knuckles of a pair of iron fists were rattling.
"Does the doctor have any of his clothes left here?" After hesitating for a while, the lieutenant colonel asked the captain of the gendarmerie.
"Yes!" The captain of the gendarmerie brought a pair of white gloves from his subordinates and handed them to Skorzny, "These are the gloves worn by the doctor!"
The lieutenant colonel put his nose on the glove, sniffed hard twice, a gleam flashed in his eyes, flew over the window, and jumped directly from the study on the third floor. His stern voice came from outside: "Follow me!"
"Hehe, the lieutenant colonel is really resolute!" Weidenbeile turned his cane, walked to the window and gracefully turned over on his back.
Qin Lun and Grant looked at each other, smiled bitterly and jumped from the window. With their physical fitness, they would not be injured at a height of more than ten meters.
"It's so ugly!" Monica covered her face with her hand, and shook her head helplessly. She was wearing a fancy dress, but she couldn't jump out of the window like those rude men, so she had to walk up the stairs with the hem of her skirt.