Under normal order, tens of thousands of spectators leave, and it will take at least a quarter of an hour! No matter how fast it is, it may lead to a stampede accident.

Riding in the enemy's guns and bullets, more than 40,000 federal soldiers and civilians launched a tragic "departure operation". They supported each other and slowly and firmly moved towards the friendly controlled areas. The active support and cover of the federal army allowed most people to escape the difficulties. The crowd gradually faded away, leaving hundreds of unfortunate people who fell before dawn...

Due to the continuous attack of artillery fire, the north side of the main building of the stadium collapsed. At this time, Weiss and Pratt, who were behind the active hall, had just embarked on the road to retreat. Seeing that the Norman army was approaching and evacuating from the ground was extremely unsafe, they decisively returned to the sewer, ran wildly, and soon caught up with their own defenders. Because of the lack of explosives, they did not intend to block the sewer, but used the fortifications left by the Normans to deploy the blocking line.

The two major tasks of saving people and seizing ships have been completed. Although Weiss was tired, he was not in a hurry to evacuate, but guarded the back line with his comrades. The longer he defended, the more beneficial it would be for his own military and civilians who were retreating and moving. However, the battle on the ground was fierce, but there was no movement in the sewer. After about half an hour, a non-commissioned officer who had never met came to Weiss and told him that Major General Wilech, who was responsible for the combat command of the federal army in this area, was about to see him.

Weiss had no reason to refuse and followed the non-commissioned officer to the temporary command center set up in a surface bunker. It happened that Octavell Grumman was also there, so he saved the effort to describe his identity and experience and directly expressed his willingness to return to the team to General Wilech.

In today's federal army, there are few front-line commanders who are the same as the generals and college officers, either veterans who come out again or newcomers who are promoted from the front line. This general Wilech belongs to the former. He has pale hair and beard, and he is probably seventy years old. His body looks very strong, but his spirit is obviously not as abundant as his younger generations. He is not like those young officers who can fight the enemy with a strong force.

"What is waiting for us will inevitably be a fierce battle. The consumption of ammunition, casualties, and changes in the situation are not under our control. If you retreat, the morale that you have finally cheered up will be damaged. The preparations for many days and the sacrifices for two days will be wasted. Captain Klumber Heisen, you have led your troops to fight behind enemy lines for a long time. Your courage is admirable and your courage is admirable. I want to know, what do you think of the current situation?"

He seized the ship first and then saved people. Weiss and his brothers went through life and death this night, and tried his best, without any extra thoughts to calculate the overall situation. Without research, where would he have the right to speak? So he only explained the enemy situation he had observed before, and did not give any subjective opinions on the changes in the battle situation and combat strategies.

After hearing this, General Wilech seemed a little disappointed. He looked at Weiss and then looked at Octavell: "Okay, your military achievements are enough to win the honor of national heroes. I cannot demand that you fight endlessly. Next, your task is to escort the citizens to the south of the city and arrange for them to move to the rear as soon as possible. I will continue to fight here with my troops."

Weiss is not a young man in his early twenties. He has a passionate life. His little provocation can make him rush forward desperately. As for Octavere, with her background and experience, his thinking should be more mature than himself. The two exchanged their eyes silently, and the next new task General Wilech gave them.

Before leaving, Weiss reminded General Wilech with his own observations and insights: the Norman army is coming in a fierce manner and is determined to win. If air supremacy is fully controlled by them, the federal army should never fight with them. They can only try their best to use the urban terrain environment to deal with it patiently.

General Wilech was unhappy and his tone changed: "But, even if I took the soldiers from seven regiments into the sewer, what should I do with the cannon? What should I do with the baggage? There is no way to do it!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and signaled that Weiss and Octavere could leave.

When we walked out of the bunker, it was already dawn. At least half of the guns and cannons on the battlefield came from above our heads. The Federal Army's fighter jets were still fighting fiercely with the Norman fleet. In sight, many Norman warships were smoking, and several were lit with open flames. The combat situation looked good, but when Weiss used his "human radar" to sweep it, most Norman warships were not seriously injured, and only two or three were truly injured.

Seeing this scene, Weiss sighed, "This battle is even more difficult than expected..."

Octavell did not respond, but walked behind thoughtfully. Weiss quickly left the surface and returned to the wet, dark but relatively safe sewer. The iceberg beauty from the Baston Military Academy also followed. The two walked to the fork, Weiss blew a whistle and asked his subordinates to follow him. General Weiss' troops should be a distinctive infantry regiment with complete numbers and a complete system. Even if Weiss stayed, they could not quickly integrate into it. Only when they returned to the rear could they truly return to the team. Octavell's only two remaining companions were seriously injured and had been sent to the rear after contacting the reinforcements. Now they are an absolute "bald commander". If it weren't for the difference in the military, with her identity and ability, General Weiss would have kept her as a temporary counselor, and helping with advice or organizing special operations were good choices.

While waiting for Weiss's men to gather and set off, Octavell spoke out: "What are the plans next?"

This question stopped Weiss, and he shook his head. As he is now, he seemed to be able to go with the flow without much choice.

"Where are you?" he asked back.

"Antraser." Octavell answered a place name without hesitation.

After two years of his career as a Baston Military Academy, Weiss has made up for all kinds of common sense, including the geography and humanistic environment of the planet Orence. He searched in his memory: "Oh, it's very close to Liberty City, right? Is it the base camp of the Secret Service?"

Octavell acknowledged his speculation and hesitated for a moment: "You can follow me. With your courage and ability, you are qualified to join the Secret Service."

Weiss was a little moved at first. At first, he had a deep relationship with the Federal Secret Service in the Monamolin Mountains. With the current situation, joining the Secret Service was not a bad thing. But after some weighing, he still politely refused.

"If we want to win this war, we should not rely on a few excellent and elite soldiers, but the power of the entire country."

"We all understand this principle, but it is difficult to do it."

Octavell sighed, and then deliberately lowered his voice: "Before the Norman army invaded O'City, I discovered something unusual. It was because of these discoveries that I decided to blow up the Grumman Building..."

Weiss vaguely felt the unusual meaning behind this sentence and asked, "What have you discovered? Someone here colluded with the enemy?"

Octaveer did not respond in language, but his expression had been clearly stated.

Weiss was not surprisingly surprised, nor was he angry. In fact, it was not surprising that traitors appeared on either side to this extent.

“I will definitely investigate things clearly whenever I have the chance,” Octavell said. “People must be responsible for what they do.”

Weiss didn't know what to say, he was silent for a while and nodded solemnly: "I can understand."

"I completed my mission, the price was to be wiped out. After returning to Antraser, I don't know what arrangements are waiting for me... You choose to stay, whether you stay in Ao City or go to another place, all kinds of dangers are indispensable. Take care of yourself!"

After Octaveer said this, Weiss also mentioned his farewell words, but she continued: "In the future, if Ao City is lost, Dart and Mornstein will definitely not be able to defend it. The eastern and western parts of the Federation will be separated, and our situation will become worse. Assuming that this situation inevitably happens, I suggest that you do not follow the large army to retreat to the east, but go back to your hometown, which is suitable for guerrilla warfare. In terms of guerrilla warfare, your talent and ability are the best in the Baston Military Academy, and you can trust my vision."

Weiss had not thought about Octavere's suggestion before, but the problem was that the federal military system was rigid, senior officers were both bureaucratic and stubborn, and it was difficult to move in abnormal situations. Only when the troops were disbanded can they break out of the inherent constraints legally and reasonably. Although the time span of this urban guerrilla warfare was short and the test was not many, it was an excellent practice.

"You made a wonderful suggestion... Thank you, Instructor Grumman!" Weiss said thank you solemnly. Guerrilla thinking is indeed one of his own skills that has advantages, but when it comes to field skills, the iceberg beauty in front of him is a top-notch master at the Baston Military Academy. If she can invite her to help, it would be a big wing.

Octavell nodded and whispered: "I figured it out, why not prepare early!"

Finally, she said "take care" again, and then she resolutely said goodbye, leaving only a straightforward figure.

After Octavere left, Weiss waited for more than a minute and finally gathered the remaining troops. When he led the team to the south of the city, he thought about his previous conversation and couldn't help but look back. Is it possible for these friends who had been through life and death in Octave to follow him back to the Federal State of Lorraine to do something?
Chapter completed!