In the night sky, the Norman battleships with searchlights turned on, like large squids that kept waving their tentacles, swimming in the ink-like sea water. Around them, a large group of brave shrimps came, attacking repeatedly with agile movements.

The explosion of flames shines on the night sky like fireworks.

Weiss has witnessed this scene more than once, and has been full of expectations, has also been disappointed and depressed. After experiencing vicissitudes, his mood has become calm as he accumulates his experience...

"Dragon! Dragon! Dragon...Klumber Heisen!"

The wind brought a light female voice, as if there was an hallucination, but when I listened, someone was calling me.

It's Octavere!

"I'm here!" Weiss shouted on the battleship, "Is it you? Instructor Grumman!"

"It's me!" the female voice responded, "We're here to pick you up!"

Weiss narrowed his eyes and suddenly saw hundreds of federal soldiers rushing out of the sewer.

What an exciting scene!

"Brothers, our reinforcements are here! Hurry up! Find a way to open the door to board the ship!" Weiss rushed the federal soldiers on the ship.

In order to resist the Norman soldiers on the periphery on board the ship, the federal soldiers who occupied the magpie's nest tried every means to block the boarding passage of the warship. Reopening it was not simply by opening the hatch door, but it was not a worrying problem. Without ensuring the complete structure of the warship, they decisively adopted the most violent and direct way, through a series of blasts, opened the passage at the bottom of the warship to welcome the reinforcements that came here through the sewer.

Federal troops continued to pour into this area like high tide sea water. In addition, the captured Norman warship acted as a fire fulcrum, and nearby Norman soldiers quickly retreated. Weiss was worried about his subordinates in the stadium and the tens of thousands of federal soldiers and civilians trapped in the stadium. While reinforcements were boarding the ship, he took some soldiers to leave the ship and prepared to rush to the stadium through the sewer.

In the clearings beside the battleship, Weiss met Octavere, the goddess Baston who was so vile but still had a strong appearance.

"You have succeeded..." The two of them almost said this sentence together, and then they all showed a look of relief.

"Where is Lun?" Weiss asked.

"He was injured a little, but it should be fine." Octavere replied quickly.

There was a moment of silence between the two, and Weiss continued: "I don't know what's going on over there, I have to rush over and take a look. Also, the power system of this warship was destroyed by the Normans and could not fly. If the Norman fleet gained power in the air, it would probably be possible to concentrate firepower to destroy it soon. It would be better for our people to prepare to abandon the ship. After all, it is just a spoil."

"You're right." Octavell said, "This is just a spoil. If the battle situation is against us, there is no need to sacrifice our soldiers for it. Don't worry! I'll stay here to coordinate friendly forces and help settle out civilians."

After a quick glance, Weiss was reluctant to part with him, but this emotion was different from the ambiguous relationship between men and women, but a pure old friendship. Until now, the casualties of all parties have reached an astonishing number. The old acquaintances at the Baston Military Academy were less and less. Every time they met, it may become a farewell. How can such a situation not make people lose their souls?

"Take care! Instructor Grumman!" Weiss saluted solemnly.

Octavell actually smiled slightly: "Take care, student Long Klumber Heisen!"

This smile felt more touching than the morning sun.

Goodbye, Goddess of Baston...

Weiss turned around and left resolutely. He led a small group of soldiers into the underground world with a familiar way and rushed toward the location of the stadium along the deep sewer. At this moment, he had no idea how big a "surprise" would be waiting for him in front.

As the stadium is getting closer and closer, the preset retreat route is coming, and more and more people are coming towards them. Among them are many elderly, weak, women and children, and many staggering soldiers. These people support each other and move at a slow speed. Although this scene means that their commando team has successfully rescued the trapped people from the Norman soldiers guarding the stadium, their condition looks very bad. It may take longer to retreat at such a speed than predicted.

As he walked, Weiss saw several familiar faces and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Hey, Larst, what's going on before?"

"Captain, you are here!" The soldier looked at Weis with joy and said, "We have won a great victory, the enemy has been driven away by us, and everyone has been saved!"

This was certainly an amazing victory, but the early arrival of the Norman fleet caused a sudden change in this battle with the reverse offensive and defensive momentum. Weiss was worried that the federal army would end the counterattack early and redirect into defense when it lost air supremacy. In that case, the tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the stadium would have to retreat before dawn, and the faster the better.

Looking at the longing expression of the soldiers under his command, Weiss couldn't bear to reveal the cruel reality on the spot. He patted the other party on the shoulder and nodded with a relieved expression: "You continue to be on duty here, don't relax, stay alert, I'll go ahead."

After giving the order, Weiss walked against the current. He originally thought that the closer he was to the stadium, the more crowded the crowds would be, but along the way, the number of people evacuated did not increase significantly. These federal soldiers and civilians who escaped were walking in the park, leisurely and did not feel bustling or rushing to the rush. When he walked to a fork, he saw that military and civilians gathered on both sides of the forks. Weiss picked one side and soon followed the flow to an entrance and exit of a sewer. Seeing the retreating old, weak, women, children and disabled people coming out of several pipes for one person to pass through, he immediately understood the crux of the problem: the commando did not decisively explode the passage in and out of the sewer, but organized the military and civilians to use the existing pipelines to retreat. In this way, it would be strange if the speed was increased!

There were no federal soldiers under his command at the entrance of the pipeline, but several unarmed soldiers maintaining order. Weiss came to the entrance of the pipeline and shouted in it: "Who is here to maintain order?"

"Who? Captain, is it you?" The voice of a federal soldier came from the other side of the pipeline.

"It's me, Klumber Heisen." Weiss responded.

"Are you going to come up?" asked there.

"certainly!"

"Let's free up the rightmost pipe right away!"

Shortly after that, the right pipe temporarily stopped retreating. Weiss quickly climbed up the pipe. When he came out, he found that he was already at a corner position in the stadium. He glanced at him and found that although the stadium was attacked by war and no longer looked like it, in the surrounding spectator area, many federal soldiers and civilians were standing, sitting or lying. With a brief look, at least 30,000 to 40,000 people were stranded here.

"Thank you brothers for your hard work!" Weiss came up and said, "How is the situation? The retreat speed seems to be a bit slow!"

A familiar face came to him: "Captain, you have successfully seized the enemy's warship! It's amazing!"

Weiss looked closely and saw that the person was the commander of the raid rescue operation, and the second Lieutenant Marl Rutgerson, who led forty warriors to fight the strong. The current situation was subtle and the situation was urgent. He did not talk much nonsense and directly focused on the topic: "The problem on our side has been basically solved, and you have also achieved great success. The most important thing now is to let the people here move to the area controlled by our army as soon as possible."

Lieutenant Rogerson said: "Sorry, Captain, we failed to blast the pipes entering the sewer as planned. First, because we used up most of the explosives when we raided here, and second, you see, there are debris everywhere here. To blast without hurting our civilians, we have to do some extra preparations, but we don't have enough staff or so much time now."

Weiss thought again: "How about going directly to the ground? On the other side of the warship, our support troops have arrived, and the nearby enemies are retreating. From the stadium, the straight line distance is only four to five miles."

"Palat!" the lieutenant called out loudly, "How is the situation outside?"

A voice came from the height of the seating area of ​​the stadium: "Old look! The enemy is still there!"

Second Lieutenant Rogerson then explained to Weiss: "We broke into the stadium from the sewer, and with the help of our captured comrades, we annihilated the enemy's guards and controlled the stadium, but the danger was not completely lifted. Outside the stadium, the enemy had several fire points and deployed organic guns. They could not threaten the inside of the stadium for the time being, but blocked the ground roads and they had to be solved so that the people here could safely leave the ground."

Previously, Weiss observed the surrounding situation with the help of a special vision. He did see that there were many Norman soldiers around the stadium, some retreated from near the warships, and some were previously stationed there. For the Federal Army that controlled the Norman Battleships, the positions of these enemies were awkward: the direct distance just exceeded the range of the machine gun. If the secondary gun or even the main gun was used, it might cause accidental injury to the federal military and civilians in the stadium.

Weiss turned around and ordered the accompanying soldiers: "Lor, you have worked hard to go to the warship to find Major Grumman, report to her about the situation here, and ask her to find a way to organize a support force to open up the ground passage and cover our people and the wounded to evacuate."

After sending the correspondent, Weiss said to Lieutenant Rogerson: "Our soldiers are too small, and it is definitely not possible to fight against the enemy. The reinforcements will arrive soon and we will continue to organize the evacuation. In addition, there should be some soldiers here who are not injured or slightly injured. They should be temporarily organized and distributed weapons to them. After all, it is a temporary combat force."

Second Lieutenant Rogerson hesitated: "I thought so before, but after coming, I realized that the Normans only distributed very little food to the people here every day. Even if our soldiers were willing to join the battle, their physical condition would be difficult to be competent..."

Weiss stared at her and gritted her teeth, "These bastards!"
Chapter completed!