Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going? These are the ultimate three questions of philosophy. The question that plagues Weiss today arises from this: Where am I? What to do? Where to go?

The behemoth under his ass did not catch fire or explode, which was already very face-saving. There are still a dozen Norman crews trapped inside? It's just a minor hassle, no need for a headache.

On Orens, the traditional way to defend the position at night is to look up at the stars, but at the time of the Wallens's carjacking, there were still stars, and nothing could be seen at this time...... For Weiss, this is not only not a bad thing, but a great thing, because it means that there is fog in the mountains and forests again.

Fog is a good companion for guerrilla fighters, which can help them get close to the enemy without knowing it, and leave with one blow, and retreat with all their bodies, and can also help them calmly jump out of the enemy's encirclement, come and go without a trace, and be as free as the wind. Between stargazing and fogging, Weiss would not hesitate to choose the latter!

Without the stars, the planetarium found from the enemy transport ship is useless for the time being, but the charts, rulers, and staff skills are still there. Weiss delineated the approximate range of their location at this time by repeated calculations of routes, times, and speeds—about 150-200 miles from Forther, and almost twice as far from Wallens.

This is a little better than previously expected. The closer you get to Wallens, the more difficult it will be.

When the guerrilla advance team was carrying out a strategic shift, it was in a state of marching with heavy loads in the field, and if it had traveled 200 miles in a day and night, if it marched lightly, the speed could be increased by another 20%. On foot, as long as you don't get lost, you can contact the main force of the guerrilla advance force deployed near Cherbourg by the evening at the latest—if you can find the horses, you can reach them in half a day. At this time, more than a month had passed since the raid on Slane by the advance team of the Federal Army guerrillas, and winter had quietly arrived, and morning fog was commonplace, and heavy fog that lasted until the afternoon or even throughout the day occasionally appeared. If you're lucky...... It is possible that they will hold out under the cover of thick fog until the main forces arrive. Afterwards? That's the next step to consider.

It is inevitable to contact the main force of the guerrilla advance force, the only radio station on the transport ship was damaged by Weiss's jackshell, there are no spare parts and special technicians, and the possibility of repairing it in a short time is zero. In the nearby woods, not all of the Normans who had fled had left the area, and some were still peeping in the shadows, and it was still feasible for them to ambush one or two messengers with thick branches and stones.

The livelihood of 3,000 soldiers is at stake, and Weiss's choice at this time cannot be missed.

After some hard consideration, Weiss selected four soldiers and asked them to rush to Forserd in two groups. Walk all the way, walk resolutely, and don't have other ideas; Watch and walk as you go, find ways to get horses, bicycles, or other means of transport from nearby villages to speed up your journey as much as possible. In terms of staffing, the two fighters with upright personalities and strong bodies were formed in the first group, and the two fighters with quick minds and slightly inferior physiques were formed in the second group.

Excluding the 4 wounded whose combat effectiveness was halved, Weiss was left with only 1 soldier left at will. If the Norman crew gathers together for an organized counterattack, or if the Norman crew trapped in the transport ship opens the exit, or if the Norman flying battleship comes in the way, they will be under very much combat pressure—and it is because of the great variables in this area that Weiss has left himself behind.

The liaison staff was dispatched, and their itinerary was racing against time, and Weiss did not have time to sit down and rest. Together with the unwounded soldier, he carried the wounded to critical positions such as bridges, hatches, and gun emplacements, so that they could serve as guard posts without having to move.

After the deployment of the enemy's alert, another potential hidden danger must be eliminated, and that is the power system of the Norman transport ship. Since the forced landing, the chimney has been spraying out endlessly with soot and water vapor mixed things, which is roughly the same as the artificial smoke agent in the battle, more or less effective, but it is not necessary at the moment, it is necessary to be vigilant that the open flame in the boiler will soon be extinguished in the case of no one adding coal, the existence of this smoke, means that the coal outside the boiler is also ignited, maybe it is burning all the way to the coal bunker, let it develop, maybe the reinforcements have not arrived, the transport ship and the materials in the cargo hold will be burned out.

It is not impossible to eliminate fire hazards alone, but in some cases, it is inevitable that someone will need to help. Weiss set his eyes on the two Norman sailors who had been captured on the bridge, they were tied up with ropes, and there was no trouble going wrong with them.

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

In front of this terrible god of killing, the young man replied with trembling: "Weiden, Bergson-Weiden." ”

"Trainee officer? Just graduated from military school? Weiss judged from his military uniform accessories.

The young man hesitated and nodded.

"Which military school graduated?" Weiss continued to ask, but he was not the old man's verbosity, but consciously lowered the other party's vigilance.

The young man did not want to answer, and bowed his head and said nothing.

During the year of the Lorraine guerrilla war, Weiss used the little leisure time he had to learn Norman, and although the accent problem could not be solved, a little in-depth communication could still be completed.

"Before the outbreak of war, I had a war game with your visitors to the Royal Army Academy, and I won. Interestingly, we met again on the battlefield when I was held in your prisoner-of-war camp, but luckily I survived and returned to my side. ”

These words were just in time, and the young man saw the hope of living, so he raised his head again.

"You may not believe that your Prince Barras and General Sedlinz were in that procession, and that the man I had the honor of defeating was your General Sedrintz. Later, however, in your prisoner of war camp, I met another officer, a visitor who had been photographed at the welcome dinner. After saying this, Weiss gave the other party a mysterious smile, and continued: "Mr. Midshipman, as a prisoner of war in the Federal Army, you don't have to be too depressed, as long as you don't do crazy things, surviving is not a problem." If, I mean, you and your companions are willing to put in some effort, I can release you early. ”

The young man's heart was moved, but the Norman crew next to him, who was more than ten years older than him, snorted: "What nonsense! ”

"Is it nonsense?" Weiss pulled out his pistol, "You are still on the battlefield, you have not yet entered the prisoner of war camp, your life is in my hands, I don't have to waste time with you." Believe it or not, just now some of your companions withdrew, and I shot only those who were armed, and those who were unarmed survived and ran into the woods. ”

Seeing Weiss take out his pistol to reason, the older Norman crew closed his mouth in amusement, while the young midshipman officer trembled: "What do you want us to do?" ”

"Extinguish the fire, save the life." Weiss replied.

"Then let us go?" The young man's tone showed that he had mentally accepted such a deal.

"No, you help, let you go, as for him, stay here as a witness, let him see if I'm talking nonsense, or if I'm doing what I say." Weiss replied, and then added: "But if the Normans I rescued from the bilge refuse to lay down my arms, then I can only kill them, and that must be made clear." ”

On others, this breath simply blew the cattle away, but the two Normans in front of them didn't dare to believe it.

When the midshipman, who seemed to have neither heart nor courage, agreed to the terms he had just mentioned, Weiss untied him, and kindly reminded him: "There is only one chance and one life, don't waste it easily." ”

The young man nodded and asked curiously, "How do you know that there are still people trapped in the bilge?" ”

Weiss lied: "I heard a tapping, and as for the number, I guessed." ”

The guy was upright: "What knocking sound?" Why didn't I hear that? ”

Weiss just rolled his eyes: "It's so far away that you can only hear a little movement when your ears are against the floor." ”

He really wanted to lie down and listen, Weiss came to his ass with a light kick: "Let's go!" Now it's not knocking! ”

The Norman crew, who was left in place, watched the two leave with a very complicated look, as if they were a little annoyed, and as if they were rejoicing in something.

Weiss could not perceive a person's inner thoughts, but he was confident enough to overwhelm the momentum - to suppress the enemy midshipman in terms of combat power, so he let the other party walk in front alone, without a gun in his own hand. The two of them walked down the stairs, and the door to the lower deck was guarded by a wounded man from Weiss's side, although the corridor in the upper part of the cargo hold was broken and could no longer cross the cargo hold under normal circumstances, but it was still a key position and had to be manned.

His own warrior was seen holding a blood-stained Grumman N-type rifle, with a Norman rifle and a dozen rounds of ammunition resting next to him. A stirring in Weiss's mind called out to the enemy midshipman walking in front of him: "Hey, Weiden, take me to the weapons room under the bridge...... The location is indicated on the signage. ”

The young man obviously hesitated, he agreed to cooperate, on the basis that he could be free, and what he did did did not directly harm his own survivors, but taking the enemy to the weapon room was obviously contrary to this original intention, but the last sentence of the "killing god" was clearly reminding him that the weapon room was there, and it didn't matter if he was the leader of the party.

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

Weiss followed and saw that the door to the weapons room was closed, and he motioned for the other party to open it, and the young man reached out and twisted the handle, and opened the door at once. However, seeing the situation inside, he was visibly relieved.

"No guns?" Weiss said as he walked over to take a look. During the previous exchange of fire, some of the Norman crew carried firearms, which means that they have opened the weapons room, it is normal to be unlocked, and it is normal to empty the weapon rack, and Weiss now wants not guns, but ammunition.

"Take that bullet box with you." Weiss commanded him. This tin box, which was common in both the Norman and Union armies, was supposed to have a capacity of 200 rounds of ammunition, usually in packs of six, and was very convenient for distribution to soldiers on the battlefield.

It seemed a little disrespectful to let the midshipman do the work of the recruit's eggs, and the young man, although a little reluctant, did it obediently, and there was no complaint in his mouth. After that, they left thirty or fifty rounds of ammunition at every manned location, whether it would be useful or not.