Snap ......

This crisp sound coming from outside the pod, which sounds like a bouncing pebble under the wheels hitting the bottom of the car, seems to be commonplace, so don't worry. The only officer in the pod who wore a waterproof field uniform and a gold medal on the collar followed the prestige, but his pupils narrowed in surprise: radial cracks appeared on the square glass portholes on the side of the pod, as if they were magnified many times by ice flowers, but the ice flowers attached to the surface of the glass, and the cracks in front of him penetrated the glass.

Snap ......

Another almost identical sound came from an almost identical direction. This time, all three pairs of eyes in the pod looked at the glass on that side.

Once it can be accidental, and again, the absolute force is deliberate!

On that piece of glass, a few inches apart, another divergent crack appeared there, and the scope of the shattering was significantly larger. The two are interconnected and occupy more than half of the entire glass.

Maybe with a slight push, the glass will shatter.

Smack!

It was still an interval of about a second, and the third sound was clearly made by the collision of metal against metal. Although there was no third crack in the glass, the officer with the gold medal at the collar had a gloomy and terrible face, and his brows were almost squeezed together.

For another second, it was still the sound of metal striking, as if the ancient music girl struck the bronze with a light movement, but it was a piercing alarm bell at the moment. The officer, who wore a gold medal on his neck, looked solemnly at the glass that did not seem to have changed in appearance. Unlike the other soldiers who were ready to dodge, he straightened his chest and bravely faced the unpredictable challenge.

Bang Li......

The crisp sound dragged a short tail, as if some kind of confinement had been broken, and the solemn atmosphere dispersed in an instant. Shards of crystal glass fell one after another, and the ends of the hair moved with the wind. Some people hunched down, some people squatted down, and the only one who didn't move actually showed a relieved emotion in his eyes.

A few drops of blood slowly slid down his heroic cheeks.

In the next second, a high-speed bullet passed through the unobstructed porthole and entered the pod, its kinetic energy was much weaker than when it flew out of the muzzle, and it could still cause damage to the human body, and it flew past the standing officer as if it were in awe of the brave, and then hit the steel cabin - only to hear a snap, and then someone screamed in pain.

At this time, the officer, who had always maintained a standing posture, walked unhurriedly to the porthole that was no longer glass, and quietly looked at the vast mountains and forests ahead. He couldn't see through the branches and leaves of the trees, nor could he find the location of the shooter, but he seemed to sense something, and his eyes were a little misty. After that, until the pod was raised to the lift platform on the side of the battleship, the bullet did not come again, and the officer did not go to the bridge or anywhere else, ignoring the wound on his cheek, he asked the crew on the lift to answer the phone, and then gave an account to the phone.

When he put down the phone, the main guns in the bow and side of the ship began to turn, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at the mountains and forests that the officers were looking directly at.

After a few moments, the ship's main guns began to roar, and powerful shells whizzed to the ground. From the top of the hill to the mountainside, a large area was immediately enveloped in a violent and sustained storm.

On the broadside lift of the Norman battleship, the officer with the gold badge on his collar took off his military cap, lowered his head, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly wiped the muddy and sweaty stains on his face, as well as the wound that was still bleeding. When the handkerchief touched the wound, he neither frowned nor gritted his teeth, as if he felt no pain, and his lowered gaze seemed to hide extremely complex emotions.

In the middle of the forest, instead of running fearlessly in the flying shrapnel, Weiss huddled in a ravine about two feet deep with his rifle in his hand, and a fir tree that had been knocked down by a cannonball formed a natural shelling hideout, but it was not completely safe. The high-explosive shells fired by the main guns of the Norman cruisers can completely flatten the ground within 20 feet of the landing point, and the blast impact can cause fatal damage to creatures within 200 feet, and the coverage radius of shrapnel can reach 4 or 500 feet...... Thankfully, the enemy was indiscriminately bombarding a large area of the hill, the shells were not concentrated somewhere, and the caliber and number of guns of a cruiser were still far from those of the capital ship, not to mention that it had already consumed a lot of ammunition before, and it was impossible to carry out artillery bombardment here without any scruples. All of these factors intertwined, leaving a glimmer of life for the sniper who almost took out the enemy commander.

Knowing that his brother was likely in the pod, Weiss sniped with his own hands, and no matter how effective it was, at least he fulfilled the promise he made when he returned to Lorraine. As soon as the pods returned to the battleship, the enemy launched a retaliatory shelling, which seemed to be a positive sign. In his previous observations, he had also seen that someone on the pod had been wounded, and although the injuries were not serious, it was unlikely that they would remain on the battlefield.

Since each is its own master, it is inevitable that fratricide will be fratricidal, and no one should blame anyone...... Under the heavy fire of the enemy, Weiss's body stopped moving, but his thoughts did not stop. He whispered from afar, reassuring his heart, which only took up a small part, and most of his energy was still focused on the overall situation of the guerrilla advance force. If the road is steady, the main force of the guerrilla advance force should have approached or arrived at the secret camp at this time, which is remote and inaccessible, even when the Norman garrison is strong, at most it sends flying warships to patrol once a day, and it is rare to send ground troops to patrol for a week, and now the Norman army is very tight on all warships, and the strength is stretched, at least in the recent period, it will not be as aimlessly sweeping as before - there are rearguard troops desperately covering, The main force of the guerrilla advance detachment responsible for carrying food supplies was stable, and the first batch of rearguard troops responsible for escorting the wounded and escorting prisoners of war were half a day late, not to mention that the Norman prisoners of war who were arranged to carry the wounded were also a very unstable factor, if they ran into enemy patrols, these guys were likely to riot, and the escort troops were not large in number, and they had to take care of the wounded, and it was difficult to cope with this situation.

As for the second and third groups of rearguard troops, which had already been united, they were originally in the simplest situation, as long as they contained the enemy and then find a way to evacuate, but now they had pursuers behind them, and the enemy's powerful cruisers overhead, and even worse, the number of wounded who were completely or partially incapacitated was increasing, and if these problems were not properly resolved, I am afraid that there would be another tragic scene of the last battle of the Lorraine guerrillas, or even worse - Weiss's brother who had joined the enemy camp had already provided shelter once, With his temperament, once is affection, and twice is a matter of principle, he simply does not have such expectations, deduces the next action with the worst plan, and finds a way to break out of the cracks......

The Norman cruiser's gunfire lasted about a quarter of an hour, and it was another extremely difficult physical and mental test for Weiss, and it was a matter of course for granted, but it was so torturous that no one would want to do it again. When the fire had ceased, he emerged from his makeshift hideout, covered his mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief, and cautiously poked his head out to observe the situation outside. After the combing and ploughing of the enemy's gunfire, the appearance of this hill has become the head of a veteran yard farmer, and the mountainside is bare, and there are few intact plants to be found. To be able to survive such a bombardment is really indispensable to the favor of Lady Luck!

Through the smoke of gunpowder, Weiss saw a group of Norman soldiers approaching the foot of the mountain, presumably under order to search the area that was heavily covered by artillery fire. In the sky, the Norman cruiser was also moving slowly in this direction. It's impossible to stay any longer, but it's not easy to move on this bare hill to avoid the enemy's sight, especially the low-flying Norman battleship, if it is spotted by the Normans above, how can it be repaid with a few shells?

Fortunately, the rich and diverse combat experience makes Weiss's survival skills much stronger than ordinary soldiers, the mountains that have rained are full of mud puddles, he took local materials, and pasted a lot of mud on his face and body, and the steel helmet was not only muddy, but also deliberately glued a few leaves, under such a disguise, as long as he stayed still, he was simply integrated with the surrounding environment, and he couldn't see it if he didn't get close.

The Norman soldiers had just reached the foot of the mountain, and it would take a little time to get up, and Weiss moved unhurriedly along the ravine to the back of the mountain, but it was a pity that it did not stretch like a stream, which could protect him from the enemy's view. At the end of the ravine, he paused for a moment, and then crawled out with swift movements, twenty or thirty feet in sections, each of which was in a cycle of moving-stationary-observing-moving, one, two, and three...... He couldn't tell if the enemy had spotted him, so every time he stopped and didn't move, there was a bit of "covering his ears and stealing the bell" - as long as the enemy's cannon fire didn't go off, at least for the time being.

Paragraphs 4 and 5...... In the last two sections, Weiss would have been able to enter the blind spot of the enemy ships and the enemy's ground forces, but at this moment, a crackling sound suddenly sounded in the sky, and he suddenly knew that the situation was not good, and he got up from the ground and rushed forward lifelessly, and in an instant, a series of machine shells fell behind him, making an even louder—even deafening crackling sound. This caliber of machine artillery shells can kill the powerful snow with one blow, and for the human body, let alone direct concentration, even if you wipe it, it will be the end of the second kill. Chased by death, Weiss ran as hard as he could, and even if he slipped, he "crawled" with his instinctive desire to survive, so in just a few seconds, he rushed through the last less than 100 feet, leaving behind the enemy's deadly shells. However, in the case of being discovered by the enemy, it was not enough to just leave the enemy's field of vision, Weiss gasped for breath, and his mind raced: although his position at the moment was beyond the direct fire of the enemy's artillery, the Norman battleship only needed a slight acceleration and could fly over the hill in two or three minutes, and whether it was with artillery or machine guns, it could easily kill itself like crushing an ant.

At this moment, Weiss had no choice but to run desperately down the mountain, into the woods that had not yet been leveled by the Normans, and hid his body with the help of the power of nature, hoping to survive from this almost cat-and-mouse situation.