Having chosen the way and time to escape, Weiss spent almost the night thinking about a way out: a way out of the predicament for him and Nikolai, a way out of the predicament for the Ulster Federation......

In the early morning, the familiar sound of footsteps sounded in the hallway, Weiss snapped his eyes open, warmed up his limbs with a slight movement, and went through the designed "routine" in his mind for the last time. After a few moments, the hatch opened from the outside. The Normans apparently had no intention of letting outsiders stay at the base at first, so there was no opening in the steel hatch for the plates. Just as the Norman soldiers put their plates in, Weiss jumped up from the cold hard bed like an electric shock, and then the tiger roared and passed over on one knee, directly suffocating the unlucky fellow. Then, he bent down, picked up the plate on the ground, and struck in a straight line, and the Norman soldier outside the door suddenly covered his face and fell to the ground.

These two Norman soldiers, who were temporarily incapacitated, either carried rifles on their backs or wore short knives, but there were still three Norman soldiers in the corridor. Weiss clenched the plate tightly, without a moment of hesitation or pause, and stepped straight over the body of the Norman soldier at the door, locking on to the third Norman soldier with the fierce eyes of a cheetah, as expected, the other party saw that something had happened, and hurriedly unloaded the gun from his shoulder instead of pulling out the bayonet from his waist, Weiss poured all his strength, and smashed the corner of the plate into his throat, although the position was slightly off, and smashed it at the base of the neck, but this still played a role in temporarily disintegrating the opponent's combat power.

Knocked out three, and two more. Stimulated by the rush of adrenaline, almost all of his movements were natural and coherent: he threw out the plate in the face of the fourth Norman soldier, pulled out the bayonet from the waist of the third Norman soldier with his free hands, kicked the ground with both feet, burst out at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and before the fifth Norman soldier pointed the gun at him, he pushed over and stabbed him in the abdomen, knocked him to the ground, touched his jaw with his elbow, snatched the rifle from his hand, opened the safety, and pulled the trigger......

The shot not only smashed half of the third Norman's shoulder to pieces, but also caused splash damage to the second Norman, who was barely on his feet. Then, Weiss, who was lying on the ground, had a life-and-death duel with the fourth Norman soldier standing upright. In this narrow passage, which is only enough for two people to pass side by side, shooting at a distance of less than ten feet, aiming with little accuracy. The Norman soldier had already loaded the bullet, and Weiss needed to pull the bolt to reload, which was a fatal difference, but in the face of this unexpected situation, the Norman soldier was very nervous, and pulled the trigger without opening the insurance, and realized the problem only when he couldn't pull the trigger, but the precious opportunity was fleeting. With the big heart and coarse nerves tempered on the battlefield, coupled with the basic skills honed hard since the military academy, Weiss completed the unshelling and loading with a coherent action, and blasted out this large-caliber rifle bullet before the opponent, and shot through the chest!

Surviving the life-and-death moment, Weiss quickly got up, pulled the bolt and reloaded, mercilessly ending the lives of all the Norman soldiers present. As soon as the gun rang out, most of the suddenness of the action was lost, and in this flying research base, there were no less than two hundred Normans who could fight with weapons, and rushing for time was the key to success or failure. Weiss took only a rifle, twenty rounds of ammunition, and a bayonet, and immediately followed the route he walked every day to the research area. On the way, in the case of no escape, they fought against the Norman patrol group of two people one after another. As observed on a daily basis, except for the elite soldiers under the command of Lieutenant Notts, the patrol guards on this flying ship only have combat skills, no combat experience, not to mention the combat skills learned from life to death on the battlefield. Dealing with these reckless Norman soldiers was not as easy as chopping melons and vegetables, but it didn't take much effort to step over their corpses.

After passing three levels in a row, there was no danger, and Weiss's mentality did not float. He knew very well that he couldn't be Rambo, and he didn't have the steel body of a Terminator, and that a single bullet would reimburse him for a long-time plan, and even end the meaning of his existence in this world once and for all. Therefore, he carefully cultivated the combat techniques he had acquired from fighting the Norman army in the mountains, moving quickly and nimbly through the passage of the cabin. Shrill sirens were already ringing on the ship, there was a jumble of footsteps everywhere, and Norman soldiers were beginning to block the passage, but there were still holes in many places before the defense was completely arranged. With the blessing of human radar, Weiss quickly approached the research area on the ship. At a fork in the road, he was faced with two choices: either to kidnap the Norman expert first and then save Nikolai, or to find Nikolai first, then to kidnap the Norman expert, and then evacuate using the flying machine that was already ready for today's test.

These two options, the difficulties and benefits are not the same, if you are lucky, you can go to the same end, if you are not lucky, you are likely to face the choice of one of the two. At this moment, Weiss did not hand over his fate to the coin, but quickly observed the situation of the two passages, and when he noticed that the only "green" on the ship was gradually approaching surrounded by a number of "red dots", he immediately realized that the critical moment had arrived. So, he ran quickly towards another passage, and when he was about to reach the end, a Norman soldier with a two-handed beveled rifle suddenly appeared—the brain waves could not penetrate the steel bulkhead, and it was difficult to concentrate on using it for special observation while running—none of which mattered. Weiss adjusted his stance and used the momentum to hit the Norman soldier's face with the butt of a rifle, only to hear the sound of bones shattering. Having brought down the first obstacle at the entrance of the passage, he flat-ended his rifle and changed from running with all his might to rushing forward, and fired a shot at the sight of a Norman soldier, regardless of whether he had the possibility of giving up resistance.

Four shots, all the Norman soldiers visible in the study area were knocked down, and Weiss blindly loaded the bullets while searching for the expectant faces. It was too early, and the researchers who had arrived in the research area were less than half the normal time, and the Dr. Franz was the earliest and the last to go, and he was a technologically obsessed scientist. There is no doubt that as long as this person can be brought back to the Ulster Free Federation, let alone immediately turn the tide of the war, how can it be as effective as a few Federation divisions or a flying fleet! Even if you can't take him away, you can still make the Normans throw a mouse trap here, which will help your plan to escape from the tiger's mouth succeed.

The Norman "madman of science" did not disappoint Weiss, and despite the attempts of several researchers to cover his escape through another passage, he seemed to be very dismissive of running away with his tail between his legs. Weiss chased after him in a big stride, scared the researchers off with the muzzle of his gun, said "sorry" to Dr. Franz, and walked down the passage with a gun in one hand and a back collar in the other.

As the two entered the passage, Lieutenant Notz and his party were approaching from the opposite side, Weiss weighed one or two, picked up his rifle with his backhand, put a bayonet against Dr. Franz's neck, and escorted him on.

Lieutenant Notts, for his part, stopped, but instead of standing still, he reached out his left hand and grabbed Nikolai's shoulder with a pincer-like hand, dragging her away from the Norman soldier, holding a large-caliber revolver in his right hand unceremoniously against her cheek.

"Put down the knife in your hand, or she will die in front of you today." Notts spoke in his usual arrogant tone, in Norman.

Weiss did not have to speculate on whether it was the top experts in the field of flying technology that mattered to the Normans, or the youngest daughter of the enemy's current president, and he said aloud in Ulster: "Guess what, if I slit his throat, will you still be able to revive him?" ”

The expression on Lieutenant Notts' face changed from the arrogant scorching sun to the gloom before the thunderstorm, and he glared at Weiss and said, "You, you are not qualified to bargain with me!" ”

"It is true that I am standing in front of you, a defeated general who has lost all pride, like a beast caught and caged by hunters, there is no difference between living and dying, and you are different, you have an enviable identity and a future full of vision, you can't lose your future because of such an insignificant figure!" Weiss's self-depreciation is also a reminder to the other party: We are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes!

Notts didn't hit back immediately, seemingly still thinking about how to respond. Weiss did not give him a chance to think quietly, but carried Dr. Franz forward, disturbing his mind as he went: "You'd better get out of the way, if I accidentally cut Dr. Franz's throat, he will die in a few minutes in agony, and I will end my pain, but alas, you can't do anything to her—and you won't do anything to her." There is only one real loser...... You, Lieutenant Notts! ”

At this time, Lieutenant Notts should have remembered today's test arrangement, he pinched Nikolai's shoulders and stepped back step by step, and said: "Don't think that you are very smart and can hide everything from us, you want to use that test vehicle to escape, right!" I won't let you get away with it! It doesn't have any fuel at all, and it doesn't have flying stones at all, so it can't fly at all! ”

Weiss knew that the other party was not entirely fooling himself, the Norman artificial star source stone still had a technical time limit in terms of structural stability, and the test vehicle did have to install the artificial star source stone component before takeoff-counting the test time, it was likely to be installed just now, or it might be installed a little later, and these factors were actually already being considered in the plan. Therefore, Weiss escorted Dr. Franz forward, threatening only the Norman soldiers in front of him to give way, and said nothing else. Lieutenant Notz thought he had grasped the crux of the farce, and motioned to the soldiers not to force it, lest Dr. Franz meet with him.

The distance from the research area in the middle of the hull to the test area on the side was only a few hundred feet, and in this tense confrontation, it took only half of the ten minutes. Just as he was about to reach the test area, Weiss suddenly steered Dr. Franz to the other side of the passage, which led to one of the few gun emplacements of the flying ship. For the Norman warships patrolling the vicinity, the small-caliber guns equipped with this flying ship were not worth mentioning in terms of power or range, and their presence was able to protect against attacks by Union fighters and give themselves courage, nothing more.

After a few moments, Lieutenant Notts finally realized the purpose of Weiss's "change of course" and hurriedly shouted "Man in the gun emplacement, close the hatch!" ”

The hatch between the gun emplacements and the inner compartment was not an ordinary cargo, but a heavy steel door with explosion-proof and fire-proof functions, which needed to be opened or closed by a slide rail, and the Norman crew on duty there hurriedly turned the crumbling handle, but Weiss still took the first step, and he escorted Dr. Franz through the hatch that had not yet been closed. When Lieutenant Notts followed with his elite generals, the hatch continued to move until it left a gap that no ordinary person could pass through.