บท 89: Chapter 89: Broadcast
Although dinner was canceled that day, the scheduled training program remained unchanged. After finishing the firearms course, including Lynn, 132 reserve soldiers ran circles around the camp under the supervision of the training officers. It was evident that Colonel Bach, the commanding officer of this special operations unit, held a highly esteemed position in the minds of all the officers and soldiers. Just now, after leading everyone in an oath of secrecy, the soldiers refrained from discussing the previous topic. The strenuous activity of running 20 laps was not something that could be accomplished easily. As the night approached midnight, the last group of soldiers finally completed their training and returned to the barracks.
After hastily washing their faces and feet, Lynn lay back on his bed, feeling soreness in his waist and abdomen, and swelling in his limbs. Despite the day's rigorous training, which undoubtedly exceeded the physical demands of his days on the front lines, Lynn knew that training was training, and the psychological pressure was far less than on the actual battlefield. He felt that a good night's sleep would help him recover about seventy to eighty percent of his energy. Meanwhile, the soldiers who had arrived earlier and undergone training for some time seemed accustomed to this rhythm. After closing the door, they didn't immediately fall asleep. Instead, they engaged in conversations, deliberately avoiding the previous topic. One of them got up and walked to the window, then turned on the box-shaped radio that had been sitting there.
In an era where television had no connection to civilians, the radio was the primary tool for ordinary families to receive external information. Although Lynn was somewhat surprised to see a functioning radio in the soldiers' quarters, he wasn't sure if it was part of Colonel Bach's management strategy or if the soldiers had obtained it themselves without violating any regulations.
The soldier with golden-brown hair adjusted the radio to the lowest volume that his roommates could hear, then fine-tuned the tuning frequency. Lynn had never studied radio programs from this era and wasn't sure if the renowned BBC had started broadcasting yet. Eventually, the frequency settled on a relatively clear German program. The female announcer had a pleasant voice and a very standard pronunciation, but Lynn could only understand bits and pieces.
In times of war, war reports were naturally the main focus of newspapers and media. The program seemed to provide favorable news, but all references to time were vague, using phrases like "recently." After a series of reports, music began to play on the radio. This was the first time Lynn had listened to music properly since he arrived in this war-torn era. Although he didn't know which composer or piece it was, he found the melody cheerful and relaxing, capable of alleviating stress and fatigue. However, after less than a minute of listening, the music abruptly stopped. The female announcer announced, "Now, let's listen to Johann Strauss's 'The Blue Danube.'"
As Lynn was thinking that he had heard this piece before, his companion abruptly turned off the radio and returned to his bed. In the quiet night, even though they had intentionally lowered their voices, the sound of their footsteps and the creaking of the bed boards echoed clearly. It wasn't until he pulled the blanket over himself that the world around him finally quieted down.
Yet, his mind couldn't find peace.
The secret weapon mentioned by Propaganda Minister Goebbels was almost certainly the disc-shaped flying object they had seen in the afternoon— or simply put, the mysterious Nazi flying saucer. If what he said was true, and these saucers had indeed shot down dozens of American heavy bombers in just one battle, with their extraordinary attack power and maneuverability, then if mass-produced, even having two or three dozen of them could potentially change the situation of air superiority. Unlike the situation on the Eastern Front, where the Soviet army was, the Western Front's British and American forces relied heavily on the support of their air force. Once air superiority was lost, they would not only struggle to maintain their current offensive but might even be pushed back by the German army. If the situation on the Western Front were to be reversed, German morale would receive a tremendous boost. With proper strategic adjustments, it might even be possible to stop the decline on the Eastern Front.
However, within Lynn's knowledge of history, there had been no earth-shattering reversal, not even a hint of it. Could it be because he had crossed over to a different WWII timeline, or had his arrival caused a deviation in history here, or perhaps the truth of history wasn't as described in books?
With his mind full of questions, the more he pondered, the more he wanted to know the truth. Would he have the opportunity?
As usual, whenever he had worries, Lynn found it difficult to fall asleep. Just as he had drifted off to sleep in his exhaustion, it felt like only a short while later when the lights in the room suddenly turned on, followed by the piercing sound of a whistle and the coarse, unpleasant words of the training officer: "Assembly! Emergency assembly!"
Damn it, isn't this a clichéd plot from a domestic TV drama?
Furious, Lynn got up, and seeing that it was still pitch black outside the window, he checked his watch and found it was not even 3 o'clock yet.
At that moment, the door burst open, and the voice of the training officer echoed through every corner of the corridor: "Quick! Emergency assembly! What are you standing around for?"
"Uh... go to hell!"
Lynn cursed without reservation as he put on his clothes, knowing that no one would understand him anyway. It felt good to let out some frustration!
It seemed like everyone in the room knew that there would be terrible consequences for falling behind. Each person quickly dressed, grabbed their hats and guns, and rushed outside. Those who couldn't make it in time simply hugged their hats and firearms to their chests. When Lynn was ready to leave, there was only one assault rifle left on the gun rack, and the footsteps in the corridor were already fading away. Suddenly, he had a very bad feeling.
Bang!
The whip, slightly shorter than a riding crop, cracked against the door frame with a sharp sound, and a dark figure blocked half of the door.
With no other choice, Lynn grabbed the rifle and ran outside. Although he was mentally prepared, when he squeezed through the door crack, he was struck twice in quick succession by the whip, and the intense pain made him unable to suppress a scream.
The sound of a male animal's painful cry echoed in the empty corridor, sending shivers down the spine of every reserve soldier who had already lined up outside. They knew that he wasn't the first to suffer for being slow to rise, nor would he be the last; what they didn't know was that when this shy newcomer truly understood the reality of the "survival of the fittest" rule, he would unleash unimaginable energy!
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