Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going? This is the ultimate third question of philosophy. Now, the question that troubles Weiss is derived from it: Where am I? What should I do? Where should I go?

The giant under his butt had no fire or explosion, which was already very proud of his face. There were still more than a dozen Norman crew members trapped inside? That was just a small trouble, and there was no need for a headache.

On the planet Orence, the traditional method of night position defense is to look up at the stars, but when Warrens carjacking there were still stars, I couldn’t see anything at this moment... For Weiss and the others, this is not only not a bad thing, but also a big good thing, because it means that fog is getting in the mountains and forests again.

Fog is a good partner of guerrilla warriors. It can help them approach the enemy without knowing it, walk away with one blow, and escape without any trace. It can also help them jump out of the enemy's encirclement, come and go without a trace, and be free as the wind. Between stargazing positioning and fog covering, Weiss will choose the latter without hesitation!

Without the stars, the astrology found on the enemy transport ships is temporarily useless, but the navigation map, ruler and staff skills are still there. Weiss repeatedly calculates the route, time and speed to determine the approximate range they are in at this time - about 150-200 miles away from Bosser and almost twice the distance from Wallens.

This is better than expected. The closer we are to Warrens, the more difficult it will be.

When the guerrilla advance team is undergoing strategic transfer, it is marching with a weight in the field. If it has been marching 200 miles a day and night, if it is light, the speed can be increased by 20%. If it is hiking, as long as it is not lost, you can contact the main force of the guerrilla advance team deployed near Cherbourg at the latest evening - if you can find the horse, you can arrive in half a day. More than a month has passed since the Federal Army guerrilla advance team raided Srien. Winter has quietly arrived, and morning fog is common, and heavy fog that lasts until the afternoon and even throughout the day occasionally occurs. If you are lucky... they may persist until the main force arrives under the cover of thick fog. After that? That is the next issue that needs to be considered.

It is inevitable to contact the main force of the guerrilla advance team. The only radio station on the transport ship was blown up by Weiss's pineapple. There were no accessories and specialized technicians. The possibility of repair in a short period of time was zero. Now we can only send people to contact us, but we must be very cautious when we send and how to go. In the nearby woods, the Normans who escaped did not all leave this area, and some were still peeping in secret. Even if they only used thick branches and stones to kill one or two informants with ambush tactics, it was still feasible.

It concerns the livelihood of three thousand soldiers, Weiss's choice at this time is no longer a mistake.

After some difficult thoughts, Weiss selected four soldiers and asked them to rush to Boser in two groups. He walked all the way, determinedly without any other ideas; he watched and walked flexibly, and found ways to get horses, bicycles or other means of transportation from nearby villages to speed up the itinerary as much as possible. In terms of personnel configuration, the two soldiers with straightforward personality and strong body were composed of the first group, and the two soldiers with smart minds and slightly inferior physiques were composed of the second group.

In addition to the four wounded soldiers whose combat power was reduced by half, Weiss only had one soldier left here. If the Norman crew gathered together to carry out an organized counterattack, or the Norman crew trapped in the transport ship opened the exit, or if the Norman flying warships came by tracking, they would bear very great combat pressure - it was because of the huge variables in this regard that Weiss kept himself.

The contact personnel were sent out, and their itinerary was racing against time, and Weiss had no time to sit down and rest. He and the uninjured soldier helped the wounded to key positions such as the bridge, hatch, gunshot positions, etc., so that they could serve as a warning post without having to move.

After the deployment of the enemy's warning, another potential hidden danger has come to an end. This is the power system of the Norman transport ship. Since the forced landing, the chimney has been spraying out endlessly with smoke and water vapor. This is roughly the same as the artificial smoke generator in the battle. It has more or less effective, but it is not necessary at the moment. It is necessary to be wary of that open flames in the boiler will soon be extinguished when no one adds coal. The existence of this smoke means that the coal outside the boiler is also lit, and maybe it is burning all the way to the coal bin and let it develop. Perhaps before reinforcements arrive, the transport ship and the materials in the cargo hold will be burned out.

It is not impossible to eliminate fire hazards, but in some cases someone will inevitably need to help. Weiss looked at the two Norman crew members captured on the bridge. They were tied up with ropes and could not make any mistakes when they were thrown here.

Weiss picked the younger Norman, squatted down in front of him, and looked at his green bitter face: "What's your name?"

In front of this terrifying god of killing, the young man replied tremblingly: "Weiden, Bergson-Weiden."

"Additional officer? Just graduated from military academy?" Weiss made a judgment on his military uniform accessories.

The young man hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Which military academy graduate?" Weiss continued, but he was not the old man's long-lasting and cumbersome burden, but consciously reducing the other party's vigilance.

The young man was reluctant to answer, so he lowered his head and said nothing.

During the year of the Lorraine Guerrilla War, Weiss used one of the few free time to learn Norman language. Although the accent problem could not be solved, a little in-depth communication could be completed.

"Before the war broke out, I had a wargame deduction with your visitors from the Royal Army Academy, and I won. Interestingly, we met again on the battlefield, and I was held in your prisoner-of-war camp. Fortunately, I survived and returned to my own camp."

These words were just right. The young man saw the hope of living, so he raised his head again.

"You may not believe that your Prince Balas and General Sederlinz are in that visiting team, and the man I am lucky enough to defeat is your General Sederlinz. However, later in your prisoner camp, I met another officer, a visitor who had met at the welcome dinner." After saying this, Weiss gave the other party a mysterious smile and continued: "Mr. Intern officer, as a prisoner of war in the Federal Army, you do not have to be too upset. As long as you do not do crazy things, survival is not a problem. If, I mean, if, you and your companions are willing to put in some effort, I can release you in advance."

The young man was moved, but the Norman crew member who was about 10 years older than him snorted: "It's simply nonsense!"

"Is it nonsense?" Weiss drew his pistol, "You are still on the battlefield and have not entered the prisoner-of-war camp. Your lives are in my hands. I don't have to waste time with you. Believe it or not, just now, some of your companions have withdrawn, and I only shot and killed those who carry weapons among them. As for those who do not carry weapons, they survived and ran into the woods."

Some people were soft but not hard, and some people were hard but not soft. Seeing Weiss take out his pistol to reason, the older Norman crew shut his mouth tactfully, while the young trainee officer was trembling again: "What do you want us to do?"

"Extinguish the fire and save people." Weiss replied.

"Let us go?" The young man's tone showed that he had accepted such a deal in his mind.

"No, help me, let you go. As for him, stay here to testify and let him see if I am nonsense or do what I say." Weiss replied, and then added: "But if the Normans I rescued from the bottom cabin refuse to put down their weapons, I can only kill them, and this must be made clear."

When it comes to someone else, this tone is simply blowing the bull away, but the two Normans in front of him dare not disbelief.

When the trainee officer who seemed to be neither conscientious nor courageous agreed to the conditions mentioned just now, Weiss untied him and reminded him kindly: "The opportunity and life are only once, don't waste it easily."

The young man nodded and asked curiously: "How do you know that there are still people trapped in the bottom cabin?"

Weiss lied: "I heard the sound of knocking, and as for the number of people, I guessed it."

This guy was honest: "What kind of knocking sound? Why didn't I hear it?"

Weiss only rolled his eyes: "It's so far away that his ears are pressed against the floor to hear a little movement."

He was really going to lie down and listen. Weiss kicked his butt lightly: "Go away now! There is no knocking now!"

The Norman crew member who was left in the same place looked at the two of them with a very complicated look, as if they were feeling a little annoyed, and as if they were glad to something.

Weiss could not understand a person's inner thoughts, but he had enough confidence to overwhelm the momentum - suppressing the enemy's intern officer in combat power. Therefore, he let the other party walk in front alone without a gun in his hand. The two walked down the stairs, and a wounded man from Weiss was guarded by the door of the lower deck. Although the corridor at the upper part of the cargo hold had broken a section and could no longer cross the cargo hold under normal circumstances, this was still a key position and people had to be on duty.

Seeing his warrior holding a blood-stained Grummann N-type rifle, with a Norman rifle and a dozen bullets standing beside him. Weiss shuddered in his mind and called the enemy trainee officer walking in front of him: "Hey, Weiden, take me to the weapon room under the bridge...there is a location on the sign."

The young man obviously hesitated for a moment. He agreed to cooperate because he could gain freedom and that what he did was not directly harmful to his survivors. However, taking the enemy to the weapon room was obviously contrary to this original intention. However, the last sentence of the "Killing God" was clearly reminding him that the weapon room was there, and it was not important whether he was the leader or not.

After some ideological struggle, the young man lowered his head, walked forward silently, and turned around at the end of a passage.

Weiss looked over and saw that the door of the weapon room was closed. He signaled the other party to open the door. The young man reached out to twist the handle and opened the door in an instant. However, seeing the situation inside clearly, he was obviously relieved.

"There is no gun?" Weiss said, walking over and taking a look. During the fire exchange, some Norman crew members carried firearms, which means they had opened the weapon room. It was normal to not lock it, and it was normal to empty the weapon rack. Weiss now wants not firearms, but ammunition.

"Bring that bullet box," Weiss told him. This kind of iron box is very common in both the Norman army and the Federal army. Judging from its size and specifications, it should have a capacity of 200 bullets, usually one small bag per six rounds, which is very convenient to distribute to soldiers on the battlefield.
Chapter completed!