When he set out again, Weiss was so restless that he could not concentrate as much as he had done before, and the two reconnaissance groups sent in advance had arrived in the north of the city unharmed, and he led the task force company to full speed in the sewers, leaving the combat commandos far behind.

In the heart of the city, the collapse of four skyscrapers caused a massive blockage of sewers in the area, forcing Union troops from north to south to make a detour to pass. As he walked, sparks suddenly flashed in the dark passageway, and bullets whizzed in. After several days of crawling in the underground world of Aocheng, Weiss didn't mind the smelly sewage in the sewers, and immediately pounced forward, lying on the ground to avoid the bullets.

What's the situation? A mistake from your own people? No, no, the reconnaissance team knows that there will be backup, and it will not shoot indiscriminately without identification. This gunfire is clearly a weapon of the Norman army...... Raised his head and squinted, there was indeed a group of red virtual frames in his sight, and he was about to make a voice to remind his soldiers, but the fire flashed in front of him, and the violent explosion set off a violent wave of air, and the invisible impact hit the tangible damage, and the body and spirit were oppressed at the same time, and the intuitive feeling was that he was going to die at any time, but after a blink of an eye, the rational senses fed back the correct damage assessment to the brain: except for the impact of the explosion, the body and limbs were not injured, and the single combat power remained basically intact.

Before Weiss could rejoice, another explosion occurred nearby, and although it was not injured by shrapnel, it was struck twice in succession, and the body was almost falling apart. In this narrow sewer, the Norman gunfire grenade was operated, and the effect was really fierce. If they don't avoid its edge but force a surprise attack, I'm afraid that the dozens of people and horses of the task force company will not last ten minutes.

There was no way, Weiss shouted "retreat" while shooting with a gun, and waited until his companions behind him responded, then he staggered back, moved a distance, stopped and fired two shots, retreated through the bend of the passage, and finally escaped from the clutches of death. As soon as I took two breaths, I noticed a burning pain in my shoulders, arms, and thighs, and I didn't know if it was shrapnel or abrasions caused by bullets.

"Captain, the enemy is coming!" The soldiers behind the palace hurriedly reported.

Weiss said without thinking: "Don't panic! Moradpo, stop the enemy with a spinach bullet! Carson, find a place to plant explosives and prepare to break the road. ”

Urban guerrilla warfare has not lasted long, but the battlefield is in the enemy's controlled area, and several sorties on thin ice have accumulated extremely valuable combat experience for them. In this sewer, grenades, or spinach bullets, are undoubtedly the sharpest offensive and defensive weapons, and explosive packs are the ultimate tactical weapon in this environment. Even so, Weiss still asked the division headquarters for a sufficient amount of pineball ammunition and explosives packages, and asked the soldiers of the task force to carry more grenade explosives and less bullets for supplies.

The non-commissioned officers and soldiers who originally belonged to the reconnaissance battalion of the 9th Corps Alert Regiment were familiar with blocking the attack. In this relatively closed underground world, even if the Norman army has a tenfold numerical advantage, when encountering an experienced and prepared opponent, it will not be able to break through for a while and a half, and can only advance foot by foot. In a short time, Weiss's soldiers chiseled out a suitable blasting point in the narrow area, placed explosives, blew up the passage, and made the final decision.

Using explosives to block the passage, even if the Norman army behind "uses explosives to suppress explosions", it will take a lot of time to re-dredge. With these efforts, Weiss's team will be able to create more blast interception points, or deploy a battle line in the right position, and join forces with follow-up troops to give the Normans a head-on blow. However, looking at the collapsed and blocked passage, Weiss felt a heavy heart: the activities of the Union army in the sewers of the city, and the tactical tactics implemented with the help of the sewers, could not fail to attract the attention of the enemy command, and the sudden appearance of this Norman army showed that the enemy had learned from the pain and would rather divide his forces than block this fatal loophole. As a result, not only did it become difficult for the combat commandos to continue the tactics of infiltrating behind enemy lines, but the idea of rescuing Nikolai "by the way" also lost its viability.

Without waiting for Weiss's order, the two senior non-commissioned officers in the team had already inspected the sewer distribution map they had brought with them, and they had previously marked the latest combat reconnaissance situation on it. Although the situation on the battlefield has changed unexpectedly, this drawing is still the most important technical evidence for planning operations.

"Captain, there is a fork not too far to the east that can be bypassed, and there is also to the west, but it is a little farther away." One of the non-commissioned officers reminded.

"We can have alert soldiers scout in front and companies follow behind." Another non-commissioned officer also made a suggestion based on the situation.

Although his fear of Nikolai gave Weiss the urge to continue his journey north, his rational thinking, formed through the painful lessons of the past, kept his head cool at this delicate moment. Of course, the sooner the better, but if you can't even protect yourself, how can you rescue it?

After examining the sewer map, Weiss singled out a few experienced soldiers and asked them to guard and reconnoiter theoretically feasible passages, and he himself retreated south with his task force to a fork in the back, where he organized a guard defense on the spot, and pre-laid blasting points in the necessary path for the break. A short time later, the advance detachment of the combat commandos arrived, and the leading officer, a captain who was older than Weiss and had been in the elite unit longer, asked him in surprise why the unit had stopped. Knowing that a large force of Norman troops had appeared in the sewers ahead, and that Weiss's company had blown up the passageway, the captain muttered "why can't we wait for us to come and drive the enemy away", but he did nothing but mutter, until Lieutenant Colonel Nolde arrived with the main force of the combat commando.

After learning about the current situation, the lieutenant colonel first denounced Weiss for "lacking courage" and "retreating without authorization", and then asked him to give himself a clear answer to whether the tactic of infiltrating enemy lines through the sewers was still feasible. If there is, then be determined and find your way forward; If not, it would be useless to keep the combat commandos in the sewers, so it would be better to return to the surface and fight alongside friendly forces attacking the Norman army head-on.

Weiss couldn't give a conclusive response right away. After the communications corps was in place, he tried to contact the two reconnaissance groups in front by field telephone, but the lines were interrupted, and it was not known whether the telephone lines were discovered and cut by the enemy, or whether the situation of the reconnaissance groups was wrong. In either case, it reveals that the situation on the underground battlefield has changed dramatically. Realizing that the enemy was likely to make a big move in the sewers, Weiss hurriedly sent a number of veterans to expand the range of vigilance and reconnaissance. It will be difficult to reply to this move for a while, which can make Lieutenant Colonel Nard more and more dissatisfied. He reported the situation to General Karl on a field phone and suggested that the battle plan be adjusted, but General Karl certainly did not agree, and Nold had to wait patiently for the results of Weiss's reconnaissance.

Just as Weiss's scouts were reconnoitring around, a sizable flying fleet was flying towards Aocheng with the momentum of dark clouds, and the fighting on the ground was extremely fierce. In this fleet of more than 30 warships, there is a warship that is particularly large and majestic, and on the front of its towered tower bridge, there is a huge bronze eagle insignia, which is not the royal coat of arms of the Norman Empire, nor the military emblem of the Norman Empire's air forces, but the Cedrinz family crest - in the Norman Empire, only the most prominent royal nobles are eligible to use the family crest on the warships they have built with their family donations, and the Sedlinz family, which is rooted in the northern part of the Norman Empire, The history of existence is much older than that of the Norman Empire itself, not only do they have a large number of talents, but because they control nearly half of the mineral resources of the Norman Empire, they have accumulated family wealth that is not inferior to that of any traditional or emerging consortium on the planet Orens.

The bridge command room of this flying battleship is divided into two floors, as usual. On the upper deck, there are square portholes protected by retractable armor plates, which provide bright light and excellent visibility when the armor plates are fully open, making it the best observation and command position for the battleship in non-combat situations. Alavel Seidlinz, the leader of the younger generation of the Sedlinz family, stood in front of the command room in high spirits. He is very tall, but he does not belong to the kind of iron tower-like macho body, but a tall and slender temperament noble type. An ordinary Norman soldier, his hair must be short and neat, but he has long fluffy reddish-brown hair, tied in a short ponytail at the back of his head, coupled with handsome facial features, in the fashion industry, he is definitely the foundation of a first-class supermodel.

The young Aravel, dressed in the uniform of a Norman Army general, was adorned with three dazzling gold stars on his red epaulettes. Before the age of thirty, he had risen to the rank of corps commander, a height that many professional soldiers could not reach, but the position he stood was still half a body behind the young man next to him. The young man, who looked a few years younger, wore a rare white military uniform, with a silver collar badge, a silver tassel belt, and a silver buckle belt, and he held a silver hilt in his left hand and a leather-trimmed silver-rimmed helmet in his right hand, which was decorated with a rare three-headed eagle emblem. Although he was half a head shorter than Alavel, his body was also well-proportioned, and his blond hair was tied back in a seemingly casual fashion. When he happened to be in the sunlight, this pure and unvariated blonde hair faintly reflected a dazzling brilliance.

This young man with a wide forehead and sword eyebrows is the third in line to the Norman Empire, Prince Barras of the Norman royal family.

"There was an interesting episode...... Our troops captured the youngest son of the President of the Federation, Nicolas Lebold. Although he didn't admit it, someone on our side found out who he was. After reading the telegram clip that the liaison officer had just delivered, Alavel spoke in a courtly tone to Prince Ballas in front of him.

"Little son?" Barras raised the corners of his mouth, "A naughty tomboy!" ”

Alavel laughed, completely unfazed by the anxiety or worry of the battle on the ground.

"When you arrive at the Aocheng child, do you want to meet her?"

"The heads of state in democracies are not comparable to the imperial emperors of the previous year, and their children do not have the noble blood of the royal family." So, even if we meet with her, it's not the same thing as being in Wessex, but speaking of which, when we visited Batton Military Academy, we had a relationship with her, which can be regarded as a reunion of old acquaintances! ”

Alavel nodded slightly: "Understood! ”