"Name...what are your name?" Weiss asked this sentence in Norman with difficulty.

Officer Norman stared at Weis, thinking that he was worried that the medicine box would be opened and sent to the destination to be handed over, so he said: "Carson Haglester, Lieutenant, 434th Infantry Battalion, Hawkes Battalion."

Weiss silently kept this information in his heart. Unlike the Federal Army, the battle sequences of the Norman army were arranged according to battalions, and in addition to the number, each battalion also had its own names - some were in the name of the battalion commander, some were honorary names granted by the royal family, and some were historical allusions.

After bandaging his companions, the Norman officer named Carson Haglester helped up his companion and said to Weiss: "You can leave now."

Weiss did not rush to leave. He watched the two walk apart for a while, then he carried the medicine box and turned into the entrance of the bunker.

There were no sentries or guards here, but when Weiss walked along the passage into the bunker, a Norman soldier coming towards him immediately shouted at him, "Hey, mate, who told you to come here?"

Weiss stammered out the name, position, and number of the Norman officer just now, then put down the medicine box carried on his shoulder and opened the lid: "Pharmaceuticals!Pharmaceuticals!"

The Norman soldier looked at the battlefield medical bag in the box, then looked at Weis, who looked innocent, and thought for a moment. While muttering something, he bent down, picked out several medical bags from the box, and then signaled Weis to leave.

Weis hesitated for a moment, picked up the box and prepared to leave. At this moment, a powerful shell fell on the top of the fortress. A violent tremor and impact came. Weis and the Norman soldier fell to the ground, and the medical bags he held in his arms also fell and scattered all over the ground.

The aftermath of the explosion dissipated, and a sound of shouting "medical soldiers" came from the fortress. It seemed that someone was injured. The Norman soldier didn't care about Weiss and grabbed two medical bags and ran inside.

Weiss picked up the medical bags that fell on the ground and looked around. The fortress’s entrance and exit were equipped with a translated steel gate and two backward shooting holes. Once the enemy attacked the defense line, the soldiers could close the fortress’ entrance and exit and stay waiting for assistance. Within the entrance and exit, there was a narrow folding passage, and further into the battle room, a fortress of this size might also have separate communication rooms, medical rooms, ammunition rooms and a place to garrison.

Holding the medical bag left by the Norman soldier, Weiss walked in through the dimly lit folding passage. The more he went in, the sound of the machine cannon and machine gun became clearer, and the air was filled with the sour smell of the emitter of the medicine.

Weiss narrowed his eyes and observed that the reinforced concrete walls could not block the penetration of brain waves, and red virtual boxes appeared in his sight - although Weiss was mixed in the enemy camp with the identity of a servant, the Normans were still hostile in his human-me-identification system, which he had long discovered. The judgment of the target's combat power is a bonus to the power of a single combat power and the power of a weapon. Those who had a much higher combat reading than ordinary soldiers must be machine gun gun shooters.

Outside a room door with natural light transmitted, Weiss carefully looked at it. Inside the door was a combat room with an area of ​​less than 20 square meters. In front was a rotary machine gun placed on a fixed gun stand. Four Norman soldiers formed a shooting group, one was responsible for observation, one was responsible for shooting, one was responsible for supplying ammunition, and the other carried ammunition. There were wooden ammunition boxes on both sides of the battle room, and there were a row of hangers near the door, four Norman rifles were placed below, and four sets of individual soldiers were hung on it - including bullet bags and ammunition bags containing pineapple bullets. Two rectangular wooden boxes were piled next to it, and a wooden cover on it had been opened, revealing yellow rifle bullets.

This is really a sufficient reserve!

Weiss knew the route and difficulty of killing the enemy, but the time was not right, so he did not stay here and continued to walk in the passage. In the adjacent combat room, he saw a completely different scene: a flat-structured shooting hole was blown up with a gap, and the turning machine gun set in front of the shooting hole was obviously deformed, and it seemed that it could not be used. Two blood-stained Norman soldiers were lying on the ground, two were sitting beside the wall, and three uninjured Norman soldiers were helping them stop bleeding and bandage, one of which was the soldier Weiss encountered at the entrance of the passage.

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?"

Weiss has been asked three times in less than a quarter of an hour. When he answered as usual, several Norman soldiers in the combat room cast bad eyes in the voice.

"Hey, sir, medicine!" Weiss took the initiative to tell the Norman soldier who had blocked himself in the fort import and export before.

The companion was seriously injured and the two medical kits were not enough. When the Norman soldier saw the medical kit in Weiss' arms, he hurriedly called him over.

The Norman soldier who had just stopped Weiss at the door was a head taller than him. He strode to the shooting hole and said something quickly, but Weiss only barely understood a few words. After putting down the medical bag, he stood up and glanced. Through the shooting hole, he could see that the front line of the federal army had entered the minefield. Before the war broke out, the federal army did not pay attention to the technical and tactical development of combat vehicles, and he tasted bitterness in front of the Norman armored cluster. Now, many chariots that had never been seen before appeared on the attack line of the federal army, with rotation

The wheeled armored vehicles of the turret, the artillery chariots or turrets, and the tracked assault chariots, are available in both style and quantity. After the early "washing of the ground", there are not many mines left in the minefield. Although federal chariots were damaged by mines, a considerable number of them passed through the minefield safely. They began to fill ditches with wood in front of the chariots, and then crossed the trenches to crush the wire mesh belts, opening up a passage for infantry attacks. From the perspective of the defenders, if the attacking chariots cannot be stopped from filling ditches, the defensive situation will become precarious.

The tall Norman soldier who was observing the enemy situation in front of the shooting hole muttered for a while and turned around to look at the damaged machine gun. He tweaked it, but he was helpless, so he walked over and grabbed Weiss' neckline and said something in an impatient tone.

Weiss didn't understand a word, so he had to spread his hands and act helplessly.

The tall Norman soldier stared at Weis fiercely, as if he was asking him to find a maintenance technician or repair tools. Weis had nodded, and the other party let go, but probably felt that Weis was slow and slow in his behavior, and kicked him according to his butt. Weis staggered and almost fell down, and a fire of nameless karma suddenly arose in his heart. It is not easy to get into such a fortress. If he leaves, whether he is looking for another way or finding a way to find maintenance personnel and repair tools, it will take a lot of time. Maybe he is caught by other Norman soldiers to do other things, which will be troublesome.

Weis turned his head angrily and found that the Norman soldiers who were holding him had turned around and headed towards the shooting hole. The rest did not focus on themselves. A flash of inspiration suddenly: Since this combat room was directly fired by artillery fire just now, the gunners were killed and two injured, if another explosion occurred, it would not arouse Norman's suspicion!

Thinking of this, Weiss walked straight to the door of the combat room, glanced at the gun rack and individual equipment near the door, and simulated the next movement, route and several possible situations in his mind.

Once you take action, you will be a desperate situation and there is no way out.

Weis took a deep breath, and when he passed by the gun rack, he decisively and quickly took off a pair of individual equipment, took out a pineapple bullet from the ammunition bag as fast as possible, pulled out a pineapple ring, and threw it sideways towards the center of the combat room. At this moment, he saw two Norman soldiers looking at him in amazement, but no matter how fast they reacted, they could not reach the pineapple bullet that was rolling on the ground, and the rest were still confused and ignorant of this fatal threat...

Turning his head, Weiss grabbed a Norman rifle from the gun stand without hesitation, quickly passed through the room door, and flashed into the passage. The explosion was about to come, and he grew his mouth to reduce the impact of the explosion on his eardrum, and at the same time pulled the bolt...Damn! It turns out that it was in an empty gun state, but fortunately he brought out the individual equipment. The explosion arrived as scheduled. Weiss held his breath, closed his eyes to prevent dust. He groped to remove a row of bullets from the ammunition bag, his hands were shaking, and the structure of the Norman rifle was not as familiar as the Grumman rifle. He didn't put it in the first place, but the past experiences of life and death have been

He had a big heart. He lowered his head and opened his eyes, and then successfully loaded the bullet. He closed the bolt. Before the explosion smoke dissipated, he rushed into the combat room with a rifle and glanced at it. The seven Norman soldiers, five of whom were killed or had a breath, and two were still in a state of residual blood. Weiss stepped forward quickly and accurately gave them one of them a gun and cleanly dealt with the Normans in this combat room. But this was just the first step of the "hands-offensive counterattack". He quickly turned around and came to the door of the room, and discovered that a person was running in the aisle, so he put him in close proximity against the wall.

The Norman soldier who came to observe the situation shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door. Weiss didn't understand much, but this was resolutely no longer important. He quickly picked up the rifle, aimed at the guy's head, and pulled the trigger at a distance that was almost against his head.

In front of the gun, the hard skull was as brittle as melon skin. The brain burst and splashed all over the floor at the moment the gun fired.

The strong fishy smell that came to his nose made the long-depressed battle fire in Weiss's chest burn. While pulling the bolt and loading the bullet, he retreated back to the room door and continued to peek at the aisle against the wall. After a while, two more Norman soldiers came over, and their battle values ​​in Weiss' eyes were only slightly higher than those of the servants, indicating that neither of them was carrying weapons. Weiss plugged the pineapple bullet that he had already held in his hand back and returned to the ammunition bag, put down his rifle, pulled out the bayonet, and waited for them to run in one step, and walked behind the man behind, covering his mouth and wiping his neck in one go, and he was as skillful as a professional killer.

He killed one easily and quietly like killing a chicken. Weiss was originally going to step forward and use the same trick to kill the blonde Norman soldier in front of him, but the guy didn't notice that his companion behind him had been in trouble. He also ignored the traces of the explosion of the pineapple bomb and the warning hidden by the corpse that was shot by the headshot. Seeing that a Norman soldier sitting against the wall at the diagonal corner seemed to still have a breath, he hurried over.

Weiss made a quick decision, bit the bayonet in his mouth, turned around and picked up the rifle, and quickly aimed it. It was not until this time that the blonde Norman soldier noticed the existence of the enemy. He turned his head and saw the black muzzle. The green face was instantly filled with fear of death.

Alone, in the enemy camp, Weiss had no choice but to pull the trigger with his eyes open.
Chapter completed!