It's as if the river of time slows down its flow, slowing everything around it; It is as if a small burning sun is implanted in the chest, providing a steady stream of strong kinetic energy for the whole body; It was as if he had borrowed an eye from the divine realm that could see everything, and he knew every move of his enemies......

After receiving a special painkiller from the Medic, Weiss used the StarCraft Terran "StimPack", which doubled the speed and attack frequency of the Heavy and Pyro at the cost of 10 health - the lost blood can be refilled by the Medic. It's just that in addition to studying hard, his college career is a work-study, and he has no experience of brushing the stars with his classmates. Although he occasionally "watched the pig run", he didn't pay attention to the details, and he wouldn't put himself in the role of such a crazy machine gunner.

Under the stimulation of special analgesics, the speed, strength and even thinking of the monomer have reached a limit state, and in this special state, the normal negative emotions such as caution, hesitation, and worry are automatically blocked, and Weiss at this time is sharper and more courageous than the normal state when it is intact - in the eyes of most soldiers, their commanders are like the gods of war, invincible, they are already high-spirited and strong, and this time they are even more passionate and passionate. As a result, this fanatical force continued to rush forward, repeatedly entering the enemy formation, and everywhere it went, it was invincible, and even had a feeling of chopping melons and vegetables against the Normans...... During this period, Weiss went up to observe the enemy's situation, went down to the tree to dispatch troops, and seized the weak underbelly or loopholes of the enemy troops to carry out bold and decisive interspersed attacks. In the smoky mountains and forests, this kind of accurate and powerful rapid assault appeared very domineering, and the enemy's large force of five or six hundred men had been firmly defended, but this "waist" was stabbed fiercely, and it was immediately deflated, and it collapsed in three to five minutes; as for those small troops of one or two hundred people, it was even more difficult to resist such an unreasonable surprise attack, some of which collapsed at the first touch, and some were solved in three or two blows.

With a crushing effect, the enemy's field positions were eliminated one after another, and the soldiers had to stop to rest and replenish, but Weiss did not follow the rest, but walked through the battlefield non-stop, commanding other combat detachments to break through the "turtle formation" of the enemy in front of him with the same tactics. Again and again, one after another, the successive local victories have formed an effect from quantitative to qualitative change. The enemy's orderly field formation was broken through the middle, the right flank was crippled, and the scattered troops were mixed with the supporting troops behind, and before they could sort out the battle situation, they were fiercely pursued by the guerrilla advance team, and the situation was like an avalanche, and the surviving Norman officers and soldiers fled to the valley camp.

The revolving door has been opened, and Weiss, who is in a state of "rage", has not lost his mind, but has maintained the correct instinct to command the battle. He saw that the enemy troops on the left flank were sticking across the road to their rear, and they were originally going to make dumplings for the guerrilla advance team, but now that the dumpling skin on the other side had been broken, they not only failed to wrap the dumplings, but also "leaked the filling," which was a great opportunity to strike a backhand blow. He shouted loudly and gathered his men and horses to return to the division to meet the battle.

The enemy's left flank troops had nearly 1,000 combat strength, while Weiss's temporarily assembled strength was only four or five hundred, less than two complete detachments, and this was destined to be a tough battle that would determine the battle situation. During the attack, he promptly ordered his communications troops to fire four green flares and summon the reserve troops lying in ambush on the hill behind him to enter the battle. This reserve force of more than 600 people has been waiting in the rear in concealment since the battle began, and when it saw that the friendly and neighboring troops were fighting heartily, it was in a state of eagerness to fight, and when it received the order to attack, it was immediately like a tiger descending from the mountain, and it was unstoppable in momentum. Although the Normans were wary of the partisan advance forces on this side, deployed machine guns and machine guns in advance, and played an effective role in blocking the enemy's attack in the early stages, the Normans quickly became crumbling when they were caught in a situation where they were under pressure from both directions and the pressure from both directions was more than expected. After twenty minutes of fierce fighting, the Normans, who were intent on maneuvering to defend themselves against the enemy, were instead defeated by the rapidly mobile guerrilla advance force - the victor performed the flexible and mobile tactics to the fullest, and the loser had no chance to retreat, and the troops collapsed on the way to retreat, and in the end only a few people were able to escape.

By dawn, the Normans had been annihilated in the mountains and forests, and the remnants had fled to the valley camp. In the early morning, the fog was filled, the visual distance on the ground was still only fifty or sixty feet, and the Norman cruisers could not look directly at the target, so they could only launch "blind shooting" under the guidance of their own ground forces, and under the fierce bombardment of this behemoth, the terrain and topography on both sides of the valley were changed, but it was only the scattered personnel of the guerrilla advance team who lured the enemy to launch an artillery bombardment, and Weiss's main force treated the wounded and cleaned up the battlefield in the woods where the two sides had fought fiercely before, and by the way recovered their strength and reorganized their ranks to cope with the next combat operations.

On a mountain bag facing the valley, Weiss leaned against a big tree, and although he looked good, if you looked closely, you would find that his eyes began to flutter, his face was not "ruddy", and his fingers seemed to be trembling slightly. In this case, he asked the herald to find Lieutenant Colonel Lear, tugged at his sleeve, and said in a sincere tone:

"Listen, man, I have absolute trust in your command ability, and when I can't command the battle, you're going to- you have to take my place, don't hesitate, you have to trust yourself! Don't speak, I don't accept your rebuttal now, please listen carefully...... The enemy still had about 2,000 troops in the camp in the valley, and this estimate is quite accurate, they had an artillery detachment and a tank detachment, about 20 field guns, more than 10 combat vehicles, and a lot of light artillery and machine guns similar to mortars. If we forcibly besiege their camp, even if we don't consider the guy flying in the sky, we will suffer a big loss, but it does not mean that we can't fight, but we have to adopt clever and ingenious tactical tactics, and you will definitely be able to think of good ...... Good way......"

The more he talked about the back, the weaker Weiss's voice became, and his eyes became more and more misty. At this moment, the medician came, and he sat down with Weiss, and after a brief examination, he immediately said to Lieutenant Colonel Lear: "The colonel needs a stretcher, and in his present state, he will need at least half a day's rest to regain consciousness." ”

"He's badly wounded?" Lieutenant Colonel Lear saw the gauze on Weiss's abdomen and thought it was a problem with the wound.

The medic hesitated for a moment and replied, "I lost too much blood and almost fell into a coma, but then I used painkillers, and I held on for a while, and now the side effects of painkillers have begun." ”

After listening to the explanation, Lieutenant Colonel Lear crouched down in front of Weiss, stared at his rapidly losing blood, and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm here, you can rest in peace for a while...... Leave everything to me, rest assured! ”

Weiss only listened to half of Lieutenant Colonel Lear's words, and he was already unconscious in the latter half.

In the boundless darkness, he floated for a long, long time, as if he had crossed another world. For a moment, he thought that he was going to return to the earth where he had been away for a long time, but when he opened his eyes again, he dimly saw the people around him, saw the branches and leaves moving backwards, and felt the chill of winter again, and suddenly understood that he was still on this once strange planet, and now he is becoming more and more familiar, playing the role of a direct member of the Clumber-Haytham family and the commander of the federal guerrilla advance team.

"Where are we? What time is it? After he came to his senses, Weiss asked two questions in a row.

The soldier carrying the stretcher saw that Weiss was awake and hurriedly beckoned someone to come over. A moment later, the tired but happy face of the medic came into view.

"Sir, you're awake!"

Weiss still remembers what happened before he lost consciousness, so he went straight to the point: "I slept for a long time? ”

"Almost a day and a night." The medics replied.

"So long!" Weston was surprised, didn't he say that he had been pricking the needle for most of the day?

"The battle ended last night, and we're on our way to transfer." The medics said again.

Anxious to know the outcome of the battle, Weiss inquired about Lieutenant Colonel Lear's whereabouts.

The medic scratched his head: "The lieutenant colonel was wounded in last night's battle, and his injuries are relatively stable, and he just fell asleep at this time. ”

As soon as he heard this, Weiss couldn't help but be dumbfounded, this thing didn't lead the troops to charge into battle in the same way, and as a result, he injured himself. This pioneer is certainly a respectable combat style, especially when the battle situation is unfavorable, it can effectively improve the morale of the troops, and even play a key role in turning defeat into victory, but rushing to the front also means being accompanied by death, and if you want to become a hero rather than a hero, you must practice a good skill, coupled with almost extreme reflexes and some elusive luck factors.

Since Lieutenant Colonel Lear was inconvenient to "show up," Weiss grabbed the paramedics and asked a few simple questions in succession—did the troops capture the enemy camp in the valley? Did you capture a large number of enemy officers and soldiers? Did you catch a big fish?

The answers to these questions were all yes, and he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: Lieutenant Colonel Lear, you are really a talent!

As to how the troops could capture the enemy's well-guarded camp in the valley, the medic apparently had no answer here, Weiss asked him to find an officer, get a general idea of the situation, and when the troops were resting in a wooded area with dense vegetation, he dragged his still weak body off the stretcher for adaptive activities, and asked his officers to bring what they called "big fish".

After a while, several Norman officers were brought to Weiss, all of whom were disheveled and disheveled, and his anxiety was swept away by the contours and faces of these men, because Ze was not among them, which meant that the brothers did not have to meet in such an awkward way. However, when he learned from the prisoners of war that the "Baron Scala" had probably been killed in battle, his heart suddenly became empty, and he felt more regret and regret than sadness.