With the end of dinner, Weiss's battle at this stage should be a complete turn. The once ambitious guerrilla war had a pretty good start and survived the enemy's rounds of strangulation, but it ended in a failed end. Back to the narrow and dark "Air Prison", Weiss had a lot of thoughts, but no one could tell. He knew that Nicholas had many things to say and many things to ask on the same warship, but he didn't have the opportunity...

That night, the Norman warship set off and flew to an unknown destination. When the small breathable window shone into the morning light, Weiss was called out by the armed crew on the ship, followed them through the dark and winding passage, and arrived at the door of the cabin at the bottom of the battleship. Standing in front of the pedal, he saw a familiar and friendly scene.

It's been a long time since Somsonas City!

Outside the battleship, a team of Norman infantry with a well-designed and energetic army was waiting. They appeared here, not to greet the two big men, but to escort the guerrilla commander who had just given up resistance. To Weiss, the two Norman soldiers at the leap had war drums hanging on their chests. When the team began to march towards the city, they beat the drums with monotonous beats, and the team advanced forward with drum beats, like musketeers who had just given up on the battlefield in the age of flintlocks.

When the team entered the city, Weiss suddenly realized that the Normans wanted the residents of Somsonas to come out and see. The guerrilla hero they supported had become prisoners, and they returned here alone - look, this is the end of the confrontation with the Norman Empire!

The Normans thought that doing so could disintegrate the resistance of the Somsonas people and trample on their unyielding will. Weiss walked in the team without saying a word, holding his head up and his chest up. When a familiar face appeared on the roadside, he did not avoid or dodge, but took the initiative to look at them, his face calm and nodded slightly, like a warrior who was generous to the righteous.

With the sound of drums, more and more people were on the roadside. When the intersection, the people in the back row had to raise themselves to see the situation ahead. However, compared with the festival celebrations before the war, Somsonas' popularity has weakened a lot. Along the way, Weiss saw only more than a thousand people. Even though most people had not arrived because it was still early, the residents of Somsonas at this time were only about ten thousand, just one or two before the war.

The Normans took Weiss to the Military Governor General of Lorraine. This magnificent new building has become a striking landmark of Somsonas, but what it leaves to the local people is probably unpleasant memories.

When Weiss entered the fortress-like building, the huge Norman warship took off again and flew over Somsonas in the southeast direction. Watching it leave, Ze seemed to have his spell removed, his cramped expression disappeared, and his body movements became active again.

After retreating, Ze walked to Weiss: "Don't think too much, now the fate of all of us is tied together. For example, how reluctant you are, stop hostilities! If you anger them, not only you, me, our family, but also many people will suffer. We cannot bear this evil result."

Weiss raised his hands and said, "I want me to swear to untie these shackles?"

Ze stared at his eyes for a few seconds: "I can't understand you, Long, you are completely different from the past."

"Although I can understand you, I would rather not understand." Weiss replied.

Ze frowned. In this situation, his heart must be full of contradictions and entanglements, but it is not easy to make the choice he made back then?

"What is their intention to seize Nicholas?" Although he knew that the hope was slim, Weiss still tried to find the answer from Ze.

Ze did not answer. He paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and stood in front of Weiss again after a while: "I don't think their requirements for you are too much. In the future, you will be responsible for the production organization of the Klumber-Hisen factory. You don't need you to make guns or ammunition. The task for you is to make specific parts and then transform the equipment they transported. As long as you can complete the rated quantity tasks, I can help you get the best living conditions as possible and ensure that patients and wounded are properly treated."

"This is a ridiculous request!" Weiss said angrily, "No matter what they produce, even ordinary food and medicine, it will indirectly support them in fighting the federal army. The reason they do this is to slowly destroy our fighting spirit, and the other is that they lack domestic labor, and sooner or later they will transfer secondary production to the occupied areas."

What Weis said was not surprised at all, but he was a little more alert to him.

"What am I wrong?" Weiss asked deliberately.

Zesey said: "The human and resources of the Norman Empire do have some shortcomings, which is the biggest lesson they learned in the last war. Because of this, after defeating Wessex, they adopted a moderate occupation method, and most of the occupied areas quickly resumed normal production, and in Ulster, they are also implementing the same occupation strategy. For our people, it is better to trade cooperation for a relatively stable life than to be displaced in the war and endure hunger!"

Having said this, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the door. Ze turned around and waited for the visitor to speak out "report". He raised the volume and said in Norman: "What's the matter?"

A low-ranking Norman officer came, and he said loudly: "Report to the Governor, there are some people gathered outside. Should they be dispersed?"

“How many people are there?”

"About five hundred." The man replied, "and it's increasing."

"Oh, I know." Ze waved his hand and signaled the Norman officer to retreat. Then he walked to Weiss: "I suddenly understood their true intentions."

"Of course, the Norman army is not short of this equipment," Weiss responded. "In the process of reorganizing the production of the Klumber-Hisen factory, it is not difficult for them to obtain previous technical information, so my role is like a flag hanging on a flagpole, with far more symbolic significance than actual functions. Right?"

"Then just hang yourself on the flagpole honestly! It can save at least two thousand lives." Ze said, walking to the window. Each window of this fortress-like building is small and adopts a shape similar to a shooting hole, so its external observation view is not very ideal.

After watching for a while, Ze walked to the door, called his deputy and ordered him to unshackle Weiss.

"Let's go!" Ze said in Ulster, "Go to meet those who regard you as heroes and tell them that as civilians, they have neither the need— nor the ability to assume the duties of soldiers."

When Ze's deputy, a smart Norman soldier, walked up to Weiss and was about to use the key to unpack his shackles, Weiss did not cater to him, but took a step back: "No need to be untied, that's it, it's great!"

Ze was very surprised. He stared at Weiss, his face was gloomy and sunny, and his deputy also cast a look at him for advice.

After confronting each other for a minute, Ze gave his deputy a look. The Norman soldier put away the keys, turned around and walked out.

With a solemn expression, Ze walked to Weiss and whispered: "Although they left, their sight did not leave here... Sometimes, I admire those who are superiors. Their wisdom is not something that our class can understand. They are chess players, and we are chess pieces. Perhaps, the fate of chess pieces is inherent, and all resistance is futile."

Weiss was surprised by Ze's negative attitude, but then he thought that the two young big men really played a scheming "good chess": the most orthodox heir of the Klumber Heisen family became their military governor, and the factory and equipment of the Klumber Heisen family were re-entered to production to serve the Norman army. Now, no matter how he did or chose, it was difficult to get the Klumber Heisen family, which had a history of hundreds of years, out of their tragic fate.

Sad fate!

"Let's go! If I don't go out, they won't be able to disperse with peace of mind. Maybe there will be some trouble." It's Weiss' turn to propose.

Ze did not refuse, but reminded: "To endure humiliation and obedience or blood flows into a river, today, you can only choose the same."

"Yesterday, I made a choice," Weiss replied.

Ze glanced at him: "Then keep keeping his sane!"

So, Ze was in front and Weiss was behind. The two walked out of the room, walked through the cold corridor, and came to the hall door of the Governor's Mansion. Under the steps, the people gathered in front of the crowd seemed to be sparse, but roughly estimated that there were far more than five hundred people.

Ze stopped, and Weiss then walked forward a few steps, raised his hands so that the people of Somsonas could see the shackles on his hands.

"The people of Somsonas... I'm sorry, I didn't bring you good news for victory. After arduous resistance, the 'Lorraine Guerrilla Warriors' you had high hopes for regret lost the critical battle. Those who survived, including me, became prisoners of the Norman army. We will return to the Klumber-Hesen factory and exchange our labor for the food needed to survive. For a long time to come, we have only one purpose, to survive well for those who have died."

These words are no longer the generosity and heroism that mobilized the people to support the resistance movement, but only helpless compromises at the end of the road. After these words, the hundreds of Somsonas people present were all silent. Even if they did not want to believe what they saw and heard, reality is reality.

"Even if... we lose the battle and become prisoners of the enemy; even if... we give up resistance and work silently every day; we will never forget that we are Lorraines, immortal Lorraines!"

"Lorraine is immortal!"

"Lorraine is immortal!"

There were shouts in the crowd, although not loud enough and not excited enough, but the Lorraines were unyielding shouts.

Lorraine is immortal and fights endlessly!
Chapter completed!