If possible, Weiss was willing to experience the scene of being unconscious after being injured and waking up in his hospital. However, he seemed destined to be in a miserable fate. When Nicholas helped him up, the whistling of artillery fire sounded in the sky. The shells came from the Normans' flying ships and the two Norman warships that escorted it. Weiss' height was not very high when he "jumped the ship" and the speed was not very fast. When the Normans reacted, they did not fly too far. The artillery fire was obviously not a warning, but attacked with the intention of killing. Some landed slightly farther, and some were only a slight difference to take Weiss and Nicholas' lives!

So, amid the sharp and harsh whistling of the shells and the deafening explosion, the two fought desperately toward the aircraft. They fell freely from a height of hundreds of meters. Under the continuous buffering of the branches of trees and the concrete of the lake, Weiss miraculously saved his life. The price was that the right leg and right shoulder were fractured, and the waist and back were painful and it was difficult to straighten it. Even with Nicholas' support, every step still required more than ten times more effort than usual...

Before she knew it, this was the third year of the war. The continued career of war not only allowed Weis to temper his steely will, but also made his shoulders wider and his legs and arms thicker. In contrast, Nicholas' figure became more and more petite. In this crisis, she had no concerns about her gender and tried her best to support her bloody, wet and dirty companion. She didn't go far, but she was already out of breath, but did not slow down at all. In this situation, Weiss no longer mentioned the words "you go first", but did her best to drive this body that was about to fall apart at any time.

After an extremely long and arduous "trek", the two finally returned to the black aircraft in the Norman artillery fire.

"Go up..." Nicholas let out a low roar and pushed him into the cockpit. Weiss also used his last bit of strength to snatch the edge of the cockpit and climbed in. The moment he fell in, he felt the illusion of escaping from purgatory to return to the world.

When the two returned to the aircraft, the Norman artillery fire also followed. It seemed that in order to kill all the escapees, they did not hesitate to "cook cranes and burn the piano" and let the precious aircraft be buried with them.

Weiss sat in the Sagittarius cockpit with the seat facing the tail. He leaned on the seat, as if he was in a big red cauldron, his whole body felt as if he was burning, and it was so painful that he could not breathe. Even so, he still tried hard to observe the enemy situation in the sky. At this time, in addition to the two flying warships that kept firing, a black spot appeared near the flying ship. It was not a fantasy caused by dazzling eyes, but a black "iron bird" taking off from the flying ship.

"We have to hurry!" Weiss weakly reminded Nicholas. Although the artillery fire of the Normans' flight warships was fierce, if the gunners were not overwhelmed with their abilities, they would not have destroyed the aircraft for a while. The aircraft of the same model was obviously more threatening: the machine guns they were equipped with were enough to penetrate their own armor at close range, killing the drivers in the cockpit or damaging the engines and propellers.

Although he was exhausted, Nikola still gritted his teeth and climbed into the cockpit and drove the aircraft forward. If he could obtain a sufficiently powerful current, it could take off first and then speed up like an alien flying saucer in science fiction movies, causing a lot of bombing. However, the output provided by the internal combustion engine is still very limited, and the Normans are obsessed with the perfect balance of firepower, power, and protection, so that this heavy armored aircraft must use the principle of aerodynamics to ensure the expected maneuverability, including the use of short distances to obtain sufficient lift during the takeoff stage.

The aircraft continued to accelerate, and Nicholas shouted in front: "Sit down!"

Weis struggled to buckle the strap, and then used his left hand to move, to check the machine gun in front of him. Judging from the outline, it should be a variant of the Norman Army standard light machine gun. There is an increased magazine above the bolt, which is estimated to be able to accommodate 35-40 rounds. It is not a big problem with the range and power of the fighter jets of the Federal Army and conventional caliber machine guns, but no matter how large the magazine is, it cannot change the disadvantage of poor firepower sustainability. In addition, the shooting accuracy during flight also needs to be overcome.

Avoiding the last wave of dense artillery fire, the black war eagle spread its wings and flew high. Under Nicholas' control, it quickly turned its head and flew eastward. At this time, the enemy aircraft that took off first dived from a high altitude.

Weiss quickly shouted: "The enemy plane is above the back, at 7 o'clock, with a distance of about 5,000 feet!"

"Received!" Nichola responded, and the aircraft immediately deflected slightly in the acceleration state, feeling very "stable". In fact, the agility of tactical maneuverability is several streets worse than that of the Federal Army fighter jets.

Behind, the black Norman Warhawk continued to convert potential energy into kinetic energy, and its speed was getting faster and faster, and even a faint trail appeared in Weiss's eyes.

"2,000 feet!" Weiss shouted. Judging from the Normans' design concept for combat aircraft, less than 1,000 feet is a reliable shooting distance. Based on his speaking speed and the speed difference between the two sides, from the end of this sentence to Nikolai's operation of the torsion rod, and then to the aircraft's changing its flight posture, the enemy plane has entered this reliable "fire distance".

Nicholas did not ask Weis to fire, but drove the fighter to make a small side-deflection action. If the latter was a novice who lacked practical experience, this move might be able to effectively avoid the attack, but if the visitor was experienced, or even an ace pilot like Nicholas, this cautious maneuver would probably not have any effect...

Given that the artillery fire of the enemy's flying warships had shown their attitude towards the fugitives, Weiss put aside his luck and opened fire before the enemy. The shaking of the body, the impact of the large magazine on the operator, and Weiss's current bad state, various factors superimposed, causing the bullet to disappear after being fired.

I don't know if it was because the target escaped from the sight or something else, the black war eagle behind him never spit out the flames of attack. And because of its speed, it rushed over from behind the tail and couldn't hold it tightly.

"Get it off for the time being!" Weiss shouted.

"How are you?" Nikola asked with concern.

"Can hold on!" Weiss replied. In fact, the external injuries were not bandaged and the internal injuries were not cured. His condition was not ideal - he might even die of darkness at any time. However, as long as he had a moment of awakening, he would focus on fighting side by side with Nicholas.

Nikola stopped asking more and focused on the operational performance and feel of the Norman aircraft. At this time, it sometimes turned left, sometimes turned right, sometimes pulled high, sometimes dived, and then sprayed several bullets in the air.

Weiss leaned against the back of the chair, and although he was extremely tired, he did not dare to close his eyes too much.

Not long after, the Norman fighter jet chased after him from the left rear. This time, Weiss just reminded Nicholas that he showed his sharp fangs to the convenience, and a series of bullets arrived in an instant. The sound of bullets breaking through the air seemed to be close at hand, and the tracer bullet even brushed the tail of the aircraft. Weiss couldn't help but be frightened, but his movements in his hand could not get fast. When he held the handle of the machine gun and was about to fire and fight back, the black fighter jet drilled into the dead corner of the machine gun shooting. Immediately afterwards, he caught a glimpse of another enemy plane rushing towards the sky above, and hurriedly reminded Nicholas: "There is another one behind, at 5 o'clock, with a distance of about 8,000 feet! It's very fast!"

Two enemy planes, one pounced down from the back, and the other went around to the side to prepare for interception, and in a blink of an eye, they had formed a clamping force. After a moment, they fired one after another, and the fierce firepower intertwined into a violent rain of bullets. Nicholas did not say anything, but drove the aircraft to sway and flew in the air with irregular curved trajectory. Weiss heard the crisp sound of the bullet hitting the body, as if a steel ball fell into the iron plate, and he couldn't help but feel palpitations again. He adjusted his posture with difficulty, held his gun, aimed, and waited until the enemy plane behind approached the sight position, and fired all the remaining bullets in one breath - the shooting lasted only more than ten seconds.

After the fight, Weiss habitually squinted his eyes. Perhaps under the stimulation of adrenaline, his mental power was temporarily restored and his mind was highly focused. The "human radar" played a role again, but the enemy planes in his sight were full of blood. It was obvious that the shooting just now failed to hurt the fur, and it might have missed a single shot.

Just as Weis struggled to change the machine gun to the magazine, Nichola turned his head and glanced at it loudly, "It's useless! Wait for the opportunity, I said to fire, you shoot again, you must stare at the enemy's cockpit and shoot!"

After saying that, she must have remembered that Weis was in a situation at this time and it was difficult for her to be a shooter. Unfortunately, the situation was so far, she could not understand the operation and combat tips of this aircraft for a while. She could only hope for unexpected tactics, so she lowered her tone: "Can it work?"

Even though it almost cost half of his life to replace the machine gun with a magazine, Weiss still answered firmly: "Okay!"

Nicholas didn't say a word. Her hands and feet connected, driving the "black bird" covered in armor to climb upwards. In terms of climbing speed, it did not give in to the light Federal Army fighter jets. The dual role of artificial star source stone and aerodynamics has produced a trajectory that is not very consistent with the principles of aerodynamics - being able to master it well is an advantage, and vice versa.

Seeing the target climbing with all his might, the two Norman aircraft naturally chased after him. If the three were placed in a longitudinal cross-section, the pursuers still occupied the clamp-shaped clamping posture. They could threaten their opponents with machine guns and cannons at the beginning. However, when Nikola cleverly adjusted the direction of the flight, all the pilots faced the dazzling sun, and the shooting of the pursuit side ended abruptly.

"Are you okay?" Nicholas confirmed.

During the Lorraine Guerrilla War, Weiss and his soldiers often used seized enemy weapons, so they were not unfamiliar with the structure of this light machine gun. The problem is that the larger magazine is more than twice as heavy as the ordinary magazine. When loading, the magazine port must be aimed at the bolt mount. There must be no difference in size. After loading, the bayonet must be manually closed.

Hearing the crisp sound of the bolt resetting, Weiss breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay!"

Next, Nicholas began to drag the long tone: "Prepare...Prepare..."
Chapter completed!