When a faint smoke pillar appeared in the south, the 3rd Battalion of the Baston Students Commanded by Dio was lurking in the woods not far from the stone bridge as originally planned. Due to the distance, no one realized that the black smoke actually emitted a breath of death. Even if he saw it, he felt that it was made by the attacker.

Carrence and Cunison fell one after another. Two young men with their own strengths never had the chance to study hard with their companions at the Baston Military Academy. The great future that they had once longed for, as blood seeped into the soil, their vitality quickly disappeared, leaving only mottled traces...

Weiss felt his left eyelid leaping a few times when he heard a few vague gunshots. But what he thought of was Nicholas. What could happen to him?

What unexpected situations would be if Major Brooks brought a ticket to close-up protection? Before coming here, Weiss quietly "identified" each of them. Everyone is natural and environmentally friendly. If there is any problem with their position or consciousness, they should be aware of it.

Thinking of this, Weiss comforted himself to be calm. After all, this is an exercise field where hundreds of thousands of troops are fighting each other. In addition to live-fire shooting in designated areas, the soldiers carried and used empty bullets. Even if the guns are fired, it will not cause too much danger.

So he calmed down and continued to give full play to his "specialties". Through meticulous observation, he could clearly understand the situation of the enemy around the bridge: this north-south bridge has 4 soldiers on the north-south bridge, equipped with a pistol and three rifles, and 3 soldiers on the south, equipped with rifles.

In this temporary checkpoint, there are no heavy weapons such as machine guns, and under no circumstances will there be fortress-like resistance. Moreover, it is in the deep hinterland. The soldiers are not very vigilant. They stand guard and patrol, and they actually face one direction for a long time, or the two of them gather together to chat, causing the guard's sight to have a large blind spot...

Another key directly related to the success or failure of the operation is the enemy's transport vehicles, which are also the targets of Weiss' careful observation. At 9:10 am and 12:20 noon, a transport convoy from south to north appeared. The number of cars and trucks was 1+14+1, 1+13+1, respectively; at 10:40 am and 1:30 pm, there was also a transport convoy from north to south. The number of cars and trucks was 1+13+1. When from north to south, a lot of supplies were shipped on the vehicle, and the chassis was very low. When from south to north, the load on the vehicle was very light, and the chassis was almost no downward. The soldiers who followed the escort, from north to south and from south to north, were 3-4 people per vehicle.

Organized and regular transportation, without the suspicion of building a plank road and crossing Chencang secretly, it means that this is indeed an enemy's material transportation line. Attack this stone bridge, disguised as a sentinel, and when the transport convoy passes by, the escort personnel will attack again while the escorts are unprepared, the probability of success should be very high. You can even consider killing two or three kills, and use many cars to "handle" them to maximize the damage to the enemy's supply line, thereby earning as many exercise points as possible...

Weiss not only considered the positive side of this plan, but also calmly reflected on its shortcomings. It is safe to act again after dark. If there is no enemy convoy passing through the bridge in the first half of the night and succeeds as planned, he will have to wait until the second half of the night to jail the car, and it is still not much time for them to run away. If he acts in the afternoon, grasp the interval between the transportation convoy passing by. Without a gun, he will generally not attract "enemy" in Eporenye Town. Next, he can win a long time for the middle of the night or even one night.

Also, how far these transport vehicles can carry them to travel is also a question that must be considered.

At around 4 o'clock, another convoy from south to north appeared in sight. According to the rules observed before, in more than an hour, the vehicles from north to south would pass by from north to south. It was dusk!

After the transport convoy passed the stone bridge in a steady manner, Weiss quietly stood up, returned from the edge of the woods to the depths of the woods, and found the little fat Dio who was sitting in a tent eating field rations, and shared his considerations and concerns.

Dio narrowed his eyes and listened to Weiss's words, with a complicated expression on his face. After hesitating for a long time, he sighed: "If you say, take the first team to touch it, and I will arrange for the second and third teams to support it. Once the soldiers guarding the bridge during the operation are discovered by the bridge guards, they will fire a warning. Should we continue to attack, or stop the action and retreat quickly?"

Weiss responded with probability theory: "I think that the probability of our success in the night is estimated to be above 80%, but there is also a 20% chance of being exposed in advance; if we act cautiously, the probability of success should be around 70%, and the exposure may be 30%. The biggest disadvantage of night action is that we are not sure whether there will be a transport convoy here in the first half of the night; the biggest advantage of dusk action is that it is basically certain that there is a chance to capture the enemy transport convoy before dark, and it will be more time for us to retreat and hide."

Dio was still hesitant. He first muttered that Nikola Lebold's aircraft would not know when it would come in handy, and then mentioned Deputy Battalion Commander Coonison.

Weiss realized that he had not seen that reckless guy for most of the day.

"I asked him and Karens to ride a horse to the town of Eporenye for reconnaissance. Maybe... we have the opportunity to fight a surprise raid that was beyond the enemy's expectations, occupy that town, seize the enemy's supplies, and block the enemy's transportation." Dio explained seriously.

Weiss was stunned for a moment, then asked back, "What's the matter?"

"Then?" Dio touched his nose, "If the enemy counterattacks in large numbers, we will fight to the death. Even if all the members are killed in the end, we will get a good exercise score."

Weiss couldn't help but smile bitterly: "What if the enemy just sent two flying warships to razed the town to the ground? And if there were neither the enemy's senior officers nor the large amount of supplies in the town, would we still get the ideal exercise score?"

Dio frowned. He obviously had already thought of this possibility.

"I always believe that survival is the foundation on the battlefield," Weiss said. "This is the greatest inspiration that Colonel Borgwiyin's special training course gave me."

The eloquent Dio was speechless again in front of Weiss.

It was not that Jiang Lang had lost all his talents, but because he was in the position of commander, he could not conceive and refute as he had before. Every assumption and every inference of his body was related to the fate of the entire army.

A strong sense of responsibility forced him to make every decision he made cautiously.

Just as the two of them were silent and no one could completely convince each other, a roar came from the sky.

The two of them immediately stretched their eyebrows: Nicholas succeeded!

At this moment, Nikola Lebold was flying a single-wing vehicle that was much simpler than the "Flyer 97" and slowly flew at an altitude of 100 meters - not that it could not fly higher, but because of distrust of the stability of the aircraft, he did not dare to insist on being too high.

In the open cockpit of the aircraft, Nicholas wore a leather rider hat, a warm plush scarf, held a joystick in both hands, and kept looking down. He saw the stone bridge and saw several camps beside the bridge, speculating that this was probably the first target for his companions to attack. Although he could not see the traces of his companions, he still hovered around for a week, then flew south along the road, passing through the only small town in a radius of hundreds of miles. Looking down from the air, this town with less than a hundred houses and only a thousand residents had been transformed by the attacking troops into a tactical support point with circular defensive positions and multiple barricades. In the square in front of the church, dozens of white camps could be seen, which meant that there were a certain size of permanent troops in the town.

In the southwest of the town, Nicholas saw a team of cavalry and a motorcycle-riding correspondent. They gathered next to a pile of black things and seemed to have discovered something. When the aircraft flew past the open area with a low roar, the soldiers looked up and watched. Perhaps they saw that the aircraft had no military logo, perhaps because this aircraft, which was inconspicuous than the flight ships, had never served as a weapon in war, or they felt that the rules of the exercise were blank in rifle shooting aircraft. Instead of posing as force, they waited still, and waited until the aircraft flew away, and continued the unfinished mission - the cavalry moved westward, while the motorcycles turned toward the town of Eporenye.

Nichola turned around and flew north along the winding but not rugged road. After passing the stone bridge for about a quarter of an hour, no enemy was found along the way, so he lingered for a week and prepared to return. But while the aircraft was turning, the engine coughed violently like an old man suffering from a cold and then there was no sound.

"It is worthy of being the infamous Cadiz engine..." Nikola lamented himself, holding the joystick with both hands. In this era, folk flying enthusiasts usually get on the glider first and then fly a powered aircraft. Because unreliable engines may strike at any time, powered aircraft may become a head-heavy glider. If you are not careful, you will fall from the air that is dozens or even thousands of meters in minutes, and you will fall to pieces with the person and the aircraft.

Fortunately, Nikola is one of the few "hundred-time flight experts" in the Flyer Club. He has encountered many engine stops in the air. Now he is still healthy in all limbs and his gliding skills are naturally not too bad. Although he only conducted two short test flights and then came up to play, he is still sure of its balance point. Under his cautious and calm control, the aircraft quickly dropped from a height of about 100 meters to the ground, avoided the road, and successfully descended on a flat grass between the woodlands.
Chapter completed!