A square face, beard, a pair of small eyes with cold eyes... This is the appearance of the enemy sniper that Weis saw through the "God's perspective". His whole face was covered with dark green straw, and it was difficult to guess his exact age, but judging from his outfit characteristics and temperament, it was still obvious that he was "Black Death" in the Norman Empire, not to mention that he stayed here alone. If he was really the famous Baron Clos, how dare those soldiers who had earlier left first?

The "Black Death" Baron Klos may have died in the Monamorin Mountains long ago. It doesn't matter who this guy is in front of him. What's important is that he is holding a "Falcon" sniper rifle with extremely high accuracy. Although its caliber is slightly smaller than the Grumman m3.2 of the Ulster Free Federation Army, it uses a pointed long bullet and a micro-conical shell, and the initial speed is fast and the long-range accuracy is high. Once it hits the human body, the explosion power generated by the instantaneous cavity effect is not smaller than the standard ammunition of the "Grumman Fire Stick". The probability of "one shot into the soul" on the battlefield is very high.

The fierce artillery fire of the patrol ship had burned the big tree where the sniper had previously hidden into ashes, and the air was filled with a burning smell, but the guy looked at the sight. He held the sniper rifle motionlessly, staring at the scope with his right eye. In his vision, a five-man battle group led by Sergeant Emerson was constantly approaching. The smoke of gunpowder blackened their faces, and the mixture of sweat and mud was equivalent to applying natural tactical camouflage. People who are familiar with each other can still recognize it. If someone you have never met wants to identify the battlefield through photos, it would be very difficult!

Perhaps it is precisely for this reason that the sniper has not fired for a long time.

At the same time, the Ulster Free Federation Army second-level patrolman Barreto, who first arrived at the scene of the incident, was slowly moving above the woods. On its upper deck and hatches where shooting were available, more than 20 land soldiers were holding rifles and pineapple bullets on their waists, staring at the woods below from a overlooking perspective. During the exercise, the artillery ammunition warehouse on the ship was loaded with empty ammunition bullets, and real guys could still be found in the land soldiers' gun ammunition warehouse!

Soon, the five-man battle group led by Emerson had already arrived under the noses of the enemy snipers. The critical moment was about to come, but at this moment, Weiss felt a deep feeling of fatigue coming and then lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, his dirty combat uniforms changed to loose and comfortable hospital uniforms. Although his right arm was swollen and painful, the white gauze made him calm down.

"Wow, Captain, you finally woke up! How do you feel?" A familiar voice came from the clinic.

Weis turned around and saw that the guy with his head made of rice dumplings was not Cres Yang from the third team?

"Uh... the nightmare is finally over, it's great!" Weiss said.

Thinking of the unbearable memory, Cres Yang couldn't help but sigh: "Yes, that's really a nightmare!"

After a moment of silence, Weiss asked, "What about the others? How are they?"

"Who do you say? Nikola Lebold? In the final battle, he shot and killed the enemy sniper. Well, he shot through the chest and made the guy feel so cold!"

Weiss finally breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that Nicholas was safe and sound.

"But we lost Guarel, Resus, Marron, Flander, Jonathan Remb, Wolle... Well, there are also Coonison and Carrence, with a total of 8 people killed and 31 injured. The Baston Academy has never suffered such a heavy loss in an exercise. I heard... Principal Vandon has submitted his resignation to the Department of the Army." Cres Young turned to outline what he knew in a deep tone.

Principal Vaton resigned? This was expected, but Weiss sighed in frustration. This abnormal event was unpredictable and preventable. The school organized and dispatched students to participate in the exercises, which has been a practice that has been passed on for many years and was recognized and approved by senior military officials. If it is necessary to investigate, then Principal Vaton's only negligence is to allow two "unstable factors" such as Nicholas Lebold and Long Klumber Heisen to participate in the exercises, rather than sending them to a safer place.

After chatting with Cres Young for a few words, a "white coat" with shiny hair came to Weiss' sickbed: "Oh, how do you feel when you wake up?"

"Swelling and pain, a little after a while." Weiss responded, "Will there be no sequelae on my arm?"

"Are the sequelae?" The slightly fat middle-aged military officer blinked, "Normal, this kind of trauma can be completely recovered as long as it is properly treated."

"That's great!" Weiss said.

The military physician looked at him with a kind look: "Well, it was the debridement and suture surgery I personally performed for you. It can be 100% certain that the muscles and bones of your right arm have not been damaged. As long as you have to recuperate for a few months, you must be as flexible and powerful as before. In this regard, you do not have to have a psychological burden... The young first-class personal meritorious winner, Mr. Klumber Heisen."

"Oh! First-class personal merit! Great!" Clinical Cres Yang didn't seem to know the news.

The conversation between them was completely unscrupulous, and Weiss was immediately "locked" by at least ten pairs of eyes.

Weiss should have been happy, but he was really not happy because of his dead and injured companions, and because of the reasonable Principal Vandon's injustice.

Then, the "white coat" who was slightly greasy due to gaining weight diligently told Weiss that he had changed his medicine gauze this morning, and the next time he changed the medicine was 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, he would be present in person. During this period, if you have any discomfort or other problems, you can ask the nurses at any time, or ask them to come to him - Lieutenant Ryder, a military officer with first-class medical skills.

Since leaving the transport ship to land in "behind enemy lines", Weiss has been nervous. Only in this quiet battlefield hospital with the smell of alcohol can he be relieved of his psychological burden.

"Thank you! Mr. Military Medical Officer!"

"White Coat" smiled slightly: "It is a great honor for me to serve the future federal heroes."

Weiss did not talk to him anymore, but looked around. The white camp tent contained about twenty hospital beds, and the beds were full. Some were sitting, some lying, some were asleep, and some were awake. Among these "patients", Weiss saw many familiar faces, basically all of them belonged to his own team, and of course there were also several other teams of the 3rd battalion of the Baston Student Group temporary assembly.

Every time his eyes swept over a familiar or similar face, Weiss would nod silently. Finally, he suddenly remembered something and asked Cres Yang, who was next to him: "How long have I been sleeping here? Is the conference over? What's the result?"

Faced with this series of questions, Cres Yang answered one by one: "You have been sleeping here for three days. Because of hostile armed forces infiltrated into the exercise area, the conference exercise was announced to be over two days ago. Many troops participating in the exercise have replaced live ammunition and are still surrounding and clearing out the remaining enemies. As for the results of the exercise, it seems that the official announcement has not been made yet. Judging from the distribution of the front line when the exercise stopped, the two sides seem to have tied."

"A draw?" Weiss said in surprise, "This is a situation that has never happened before."

Cres Young responded: "Since the end of the last war, there has never been any infiltration of hostile armed forces into the exercise area in previous years!"

"How is it like the round-up and clearing out the remaining enemies? Are there anyone who caught the living?"

"I don't know." Cres Young answered very simply.

Those who stay in this field hospital can hear many kinds of gossip!

Weiss didn't ask any more, but leaned on the hospital bed to meditate. What is the identity of the enemy? How did they go deep into the exercise area? Is their target Nicholas or Dragon Klumber Heisen? They acted decisively but recklessly. If they were to command the small and elite attack team, how could they take action in a hurry without absolute certainty?

The more you think about the doubts, the more you think about them, there are many conflicts between them. The truth seems to be a ghost of nothingness. No matter how he assumes and infers, the end of logic is a dead end...

In a trance, a slender and agile figure came to the front and said in a low and kind tone: "Hey, Long, I heard you are awake."

Weiss looked up and saw Lune Schmidt's calm face.

Although this old man is also a member of the temporary third battalion, he was assigned to another team as the deputy captain and did not follow Weiss and Nicholas into the fierce battle in the forest.

"Oh, Lune, you're here." Weiss looked around, but he didn't see Nicholas' figure. Why didn't he come to see him with Schmidt? Is something bad happened again?

Lun obviously saw Weiss' doubts, and he sat down beside the bed and said in a low tone: "Nicholas followed Major Brooks, probably back to Liberty City."

If Nichola just cooperated with the investigation and avoided the limelight, Lun would not have spoken in this tone. Thinking of what Nichola said after he was injured, Weiss speculated: "Don't he plan to come back?"

Luen sighed: "He asked me to tell you that leaving the Baston Military Academy was the most painful decision he had ever made in his life, but for everyone's safety, he had to do so, and hope you can understand and understand. He said... He hopes that you can complete all the courses at the Baston Military Academy with outstanding results, and in that case, you can still gather in the General Staff of the Army."

"Army General Staff?" Weiss' eyes widened.

"Every year, the top ten graduates in the Baston Military Academy can enter the Army General Staff as trainee officers," Luen explained.

"Then Nicholas..." Weiss asked.

Lun did not answer. He brought what he should have to take, and he stood up silently and stretched his brows. It seemed that he was reluctant to leave Nicholas's departure, but also felt relieved.

Weiss opened his mouth and said nothing after all. As Nicholas, he certainly didn't need to worry about where he went, and the fewer people knew, the safer it was for him.
Chapter completed!