For the need for confidentiality, the special service did not tell the insiders here about the time of the action, so the insiders could not tell the specific time of the target waiting to be rescued, so these people were still proceeding according to the original pace of life. Weiss lurked in. One of the tasks was to find ways to connect with these people and tell them that if chaos arises next, don't follow others, but go to a designated place to wait for rescue. If it goes well, they can be transferred to a safe place as soon as possible.

Octavell didn't know who the enemy was named? Octavell didn't know. They only had a house number for contact. Weiss turned around in the dim light for a while. The buildings in the town were not arranged in the order of the house number, and they looked a bit like a maze. However, time could not allow him to continue wandering here, so he found a passerby walking alone and asked him about the corresponding location of the house number. This man was an uncle and looked unscrupulous. After all, Weiss was wearing a Norman military uniform and did not look like a dangerous person. The uncle pointed to a square not far away and said, "Did you see that Fountain Square? In the northeast of Fountain Square, there are three triangular houses, and the eastmost part should be the house number you mentioned."

"Okay, thank you, sir!" Weiss said politely.

The uncle stared at Weiss, as if he felt something was wrong: "Your accent sounds strange!"

"Yeah, everyone finds this accent strange." Weiss smiled, "That's because you are not very familiar with the North - to be precise, the northernmost accent."

The uncle seemed to be very idle and finally caught a new topic. He asked with interest: "Is it the northernmost? Which city is it? It's as cold as the Kingdom of Wessex!"

Weiss said: "Yes! But sorry, sir, if you have time, we can sit down and have a cup of tea and chat slowly, but I still have urgent matters now, so I have to send a message, which is a very urgent message."

"Let me guess... is it related to the front line?" The uncle took off his hat and showed his naked head, as if he was preparing for the rapid operation of brain cells and preparing for heat dissipation in advance.

Weiss stared at his bald head and looked at it, feeling familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had seen similar ones. He replied perfunctorily: "Yes, I heard that there will be a truce. Don't worry, once the truce is in, all kinds of wartime bans will be lifted soon."

The uncle held a hat in one hand and let his bare head radiate heat in the cold wind of the night. She seemed more interested in what Weis just revealed: "So! Sir, I will lead you in front of you. You will talk to me about the things outside and don't delay your affairs. What do you think?"

Weiss felt it was difficult to refuse, so he agreed to the person's request. The uncle suddenly became active and began to speak non-stop. In order not to arouse the other party's vigilance, Weiss had to respond vaguely. Finally found a gap, he said in a counterattack: "I think you are like an expert in a certain field, right?"

"Haha, you really have a vision. I am indeed... Before the war broke out, I was a professor at the Imperial Engineering University, but after the war broke out, they felt that I was the object of protection and sent me here. Look, aren't I just some special chemicals I have studied? What kind of object of protection? The dangerous molecules are almost the same!" The bald middle-aged and elderly man complained.

"Here, have you continued your previous research?" Weiss asked in a clue.

The uncle replied: "Yes, they gave me the best conditions. Even so, the current working atmosphere is completely incomparable to that of college at that time, so in the past two or three years, my research has been stagnant and there has been no progress. They gradually lost their original expectations for me, just not let me leave here."

"What about your family? Do they live here with you?" Weiss asked again.

"Ah, this is the worst thing!" said the bald uncle. "I am alone and have no family. I used to be in college, and there were some classmates, some friends and students. Now I really feel that I am alone, except for the assistants assigned to me by the military, I am so pitiful that there are not even people who can talk."

The uncle spoke nonchalantly, without any conscience, nor was hesitant. Weiss took the opportunity to ask: "I heard that there are experts in this field among the captured Federal Army generals, or if you have time, you can ask them for advice."

"Really?" the uncle scratched his head again. "The people were still here for a while ago. A while ago, they were taken to another place. If I knew the news at that time, I could try it, but now I can't find them again, unless they send them back again, but I think this kind of thing seems unlikely. If the war is about to end, they should exchange it as the first batch of prisoners of war!"

Weiss was frightened by the words of the outsider: Those generals were transferred away, why didn’t they get the news before? If this is true, is it good or bad news? Those generals were the primary goal of this operation. At the negotiating table, they were an important bargaining weight for the Normans. If they could be rescued, it would be a great benefit for the armistice negotiations, but the rescue operation had great risks after all, and if an accident occurred, it would definitely be a loss. Of course, since the two sides had entered the armistice negotiations before, the Normans did have reason to escort them to a place closer to the front line so that they could be quickly used to "monetize" after reaching the armistice agreement.

The two of them soon arrived at their destination and said goodbye to the nagging uncle. Seeing that no one was following around, Weiss went over and knocked on the door. The young and beautiful girl opened the door. He heard him sending the code to the contact, the girl was obviously a little surprised. He stared at Weiss for a long time before letting him in. He observed outside vigilantly before closing the door.

"Oh my God, you actually ran in. How many people have come? They didn't notice you, right?" After closing the door, the girl asked a series of questions like a machine gun.

"I came in alone, and the enemy did not notice me. Look at my outfit... I walked around here and heard a very bad news - the generals have been removed, is that right?" Weiss said.

The girl frowned and said, "Yes, I heard about it just now, but I'm not sure, so I haven't spread the news. Also, what is your plan of action? I heard that the enemy may strengthen the defense here."

"Well, strengthen your guard." Weiss took out the document seized from the enemy's messenger from his pocket and held it in his hand and raised it. "The enemy is indeed strengthening its guard, but it is not mentioned to increase troops. In my opinion, the periphery's guard seems to be relatively loose, and it is not difficult to break through, but it is a problem to make the enemy not send an alarm. The nearest unit here will only take more than an hour to come here. A little further away, if there are flying ships as a means of transportation, it is probably possible to arrive in a shorter time."

The girl stared at Weis, probably thinking about what he said. If she was just an ordinary scout, she wouldn't have to say so much to him, but if she was an important commander of the operation or even a higher role, then it was necessary to talk about the plan in detail.

Speculating about the girl's thoughts, Weiss said: "I am the second commander of this operation. If there is anything you think is important, or if you want to communicate with us, you can tell me."

The girl hesitated for a moment and replied: "The regiment command of the garrison troops is the center of the entire warning and defense system. It is equipped with transmitters and telephone lines. If the enemy wants to send an alarm to the outside world, they must pass through radio or military telephone lines. If you want to cut off the contact with the outside world, there are two ways to choose from. The first is to find a way to occupy the regiment command, and the second is to find a way to cut off the telephone lines. The second road seems simpler, but it is actually not easy, because I am not sure whether they have backup telephone lines. The Norman army is very good at keeping a hand, especially this military system with garrisons that have been arranged for many years."

"Okay, I understand, thank you for your reminder." Weiss walked to the table and sat down, "Then let's talk about action!"

The girl poured him water and said at a faster speed: "I probably know that the people you want to save are mostly in the theater tonight. If they act now, they don't have to gather them again. After the theater is on site, it will probably take a lot of time to do this. However, the theater is usually a place where the Norman army is more closely guarded, with at least forty or fifty guards holding guns there, and with nearby soldiers, you need to deal with half an infantry company."

Weiss nodded: "When is the theater program ending?"

"Usually it is ten o'clock, sometimes it will be longer, that is half past ten o'clock. Now it is eight o'clock, and you still have two hours, if you are lucky, two and a half hours." The girl said in a stern manner.

"Okay, I understand." Weiss recorded all of this and asked again: "We want to assault in from the lake. There is a dock in that direction. How is the enemy's alertness in that direction?"

"Yes, there is a dock in that direction. When the weather is good, people in the town can take a cruise on the lake, provided that they are allowed by the defenders. They have two power boats here. When someone rows, they usually patrol the lake. There are artillery on the boat, which can knock any boat on the lake to pieces. In addition, in the direction of the lake, they deployed a hidden artillery position and equipped with artillery with long-range guns, but they are not often used. Maybe they can't shoot at all!"

Is the hidden artillery position? Weiss thought about his previous observations and did not find that maybe they built enough, or there might be no gunners there normally, so he did not notice that there was, or anything else. If there was indeed a cannon barricade there, the enemy could use it to block the lake at any time, which would be very dangerous for the special service troops to raid from the lake. When the situation allows, it should be cleared first. Unfortunately, the time was too hasty this time. If the time was a little looser, Weiss should conduct at least one day of reconnaissance here, and then adjust the plan accordingly. By the night of the next, the success efficiency would be higher. However, the battlefield is always like this, and you cannot make any preparations. They robbed the enemy's messenger halfway. If they survived for a day, the enemy would probably be alert. There is no way, so they could only start like this.

Weiss sneaked into the town. Because of the inconvenience of contact, he did not agree on the contact information. The operation of the special service was scheduled to start at 10 o'clock in the evening. That is to say, when they started to act, they pulled out the guards on the periphery and gradually came here, it was probably midnight. At that time, the theater had already ended. What could he do? Should he be alone and subdued the forty or fifty guards? Then let the people who were leaving here wait in the theater until midnight?

Weis thought for a while, feeling clueless, and asked the girl again: "Do you have any good solutions?"

"What are you referring to?" The girl was a little confused about Weiss's intentions.

"I mean... you have a way to enter the theater to inform us of the people we want to save. Will there be any action tonight? Of course, this must not be noticed by the enemy." Weiss explained.

The girl widened her eyes and shook her head decisively: "I'm afraid not! I'm not a person who can communicate with my heart. I have such magical abilities. Besides, most of them don't usually have any intersections, nor do I agree on a secret code unless I stand on the stage and say this aloud. Is this possible?"
Chapter completed!