In less than three minutes, the Norman soldiers who had taken out the room in succession, Weiss leaned his back against the wall, monitoring the passage inside the fortress by the door of the fighting room. A moment later, three Norman soldiers walked briskly, one of them still shouting indignantly. Single-handedly against the three, Weiss was not sure, so he simply rolled over a pineapple bomb against the ground. In the dim environment, the Normans failed to detect the danger in time, and after a bang, Weiss rushed out with his gun in hand, and found all three men lying in a pool of blood.

Seeing that the leader was in officer attire, Weiss stepped forward and searched for a revolver issued to officers by the Norman army, although the principle was simple, the workmanship was not crude at all, and the range and power were stronger than the semi-automatic pistols of the federal army, which was a very powerful melee weapon.

Armed with his revolver, Weiss picked up the rifle and held a spinach bullet in his free hand. Instead of retreating to his original fighting room, he walked in the direction in which the passage had passed. There was such a loud noise next door, and in the adjacent fighting room, four gunners were still fighting. Weiss didn't say anything polite to them, and just threw a spinach into it. After the explosion, he entered the fighting room, replenished the gun of a Norman gunner who was not seriously wounded, and took a pair of individual equipment from the pylon, increased his ammunition fire, and prepared to sweep the Normans of the fortress one by one.

At that moment, there was an exclamation in the passage, and it was clear that the three bodies had been found lying on the ground. The Norman soldiers, who had a little brains, should have seen through this unusual trace of battle. Weiss's heart beat faster, but he did not panic or move, but calmly sorted out the situation and looked for countermeasures. Fighting alone, no matter how much you fight, you can't beat many Norman soldiers, and there is only one way to draw salaries from the bottom of the kettle: to accept the federal army to attack the Norman army's position!

Thinking of giving his own man a striking signal, Weiss looked around, took a rifle from the gun mount, inserted a bayonet, stripped his coat from the dead Norman gunner, and carried the coat through the shooting hole.

After Weiss finished doing this, the sound in the passage was already increasing, he quickly came to the door of the room, squinted and observed, rolled out a pineapple bomb on each side of the passage, closed his eyes and recuperated for a few seconds, and when the dust and smoke raised by the explosion poured into the fighting room, he went out and turned right, and quickly moved forward along the passage, ignoring the Norman soldiers who were dying or stunned, and soon came to the entrance and exit of the fortress, and saw a Norman soldier calling for reinforcements in the trench outside, and immediately threw a pineapple bullet over, Blow that thing up with the Norman soldier next to it.

Then, Weiss turned the turntable to close the steel gate at the entrance and exit of the fortress, but the steel door was only halfway closed, and there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and he quickly turned his head to observe, and found three Norman soldiers coming. The inner passage near the entrance and exit was zigzag, which was not conducive to the lethality of the spinball bullets, but in order to stop the Norman soldiers, Weiss turned back into the passage, threw a pineapple bullet at the second bend, and then ran back to the steel door as fast as he could, continuing to spin the turntable.

The explosion in the passage not only delayed the pursuers inside the fortress, but also made the Normans outside the fortress dare not force their way in. In the pungent smoke of gunpowder, Weiss turned the turntable with all his might, and finally closed the heavy steel door, and as soon as it closed, there was a slight but discernible metal impact at the foot of the door, which Weiss guessed was a last-minute spinball thrown by the Norman soldiers outside. Even though the explosives weren't thrown in, it was sure to explode right next to the steel door. Previously, Weiss used pineapple bullets in a closed space one after another, the killing effect is not to be said, and the impact on himself is not small, the eardrum hurts, the head hurts, and the side effects of organ rolling, blood and gas upwelling have affected his reaction rate to a certain extent, Weiss doesn't want to drink another pot. What's more, he was not sure how strong the steel door was, so after closing the steel door, he hurriedly ran towards the passage.

As soon as he ran to the first bend, there was a deafening sound outside the steel door, but the steel door was not blown down, not even significantly deformed, and the smoke of the explosion was also blocked. From this point of view, the quality of these defensive fortresses, which the Normans hastily built, was not bad at all.

After the explosion, Weiss's first instinct was to open the shooting hole next to the steel door and kill a few Norman soldiers. He sat down in the bend, and was about to get up, when a shadow suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye, knowing that this was a Norman soldier coming from the passage, stimulated by a strong desire to survive, the adrenaline rushed wildly, he pulled out his revolver without thinking, but the comer had already shot first. Luckily, after the steel door was closed, the view was dim, and although the Norman soldier with a rifle in his hand locked on to Weiss's position, this shot was not very close.

Weiss would never give his opponent a second chance, and he aimed at his target and fired three shots in quick succession. The Norman officer's pistol, which uses a 3.6PIR caliber pistol cartridge, can be regarded as a "hand cannon" in terms of shape and power, and the recoil is quite amazing. If it weren't for the trophies captured during the Frontier Campaign, Weiss's three consecutive shots, even if his wrist were not broken, the shooting accuracy would be ridiculously poor.

The three shots knocked down the enemy in front of him, Weiss held his breath and did not change, his legs, feet and waist and abdomen were used at the same time, bounced off the corner of the bend like a jumping shrimp, and just when he decisively shifted his position, another Norman soldier rushed out, his muzzle was aimed at the position Weiss had just been, and he found that the target was moving, and hurriedly threw his gun in pursuit. Weiss caught a glimpse of the second Norman soldier, rolled to the ground, did not wait for his body to stop, held the gun in both hands, took a slight aim, and fired the last two rounds - this revolver is a 5-round chamber, because of the air-sealed design, the increase in operating steps, the reload takes a long time, and the ability to sustain combat is probably its biggest weakness. After running out of bullets, Weiss did not attempt to reload, but instead left his pistol, rolled sideways, took advantage of the situation, unloaded the rifle, and took aim with the gun in a lying position.

The Norman soldier in front of him was shot by Weiss in the right shoulder, and the person did not fall, but he couldn't aim with his rifle held obliquely, and when he saw Weiss raise the muzzle, he let out a sad cry helplessly.

Weiss lived up to his marksmanship, hitting the enemy in the chest with one shot, and completed another "double kill" in a thrilling way. He gasped and crawled up, squinting to observe the enemy situation around him: the Normans outside were just ordinary combat forces, and they had not yet knocked on this steel door with weapons, so they could only blockade and could not attack, and there were not many Normans left in the fortress - Weiss had already killed more than twenty of them, and such a medium-sized fortress, the garrison strength in wartime was generally twenty or thirty people.

Quickly arranging his weapons and equipment, Weiss moved forward the same way, and as he passed through the winding passage, he found a bloody corpse on the ground, and it seemed that the bomb he had dropped in order to delay the enemy had reaped unexpected results. Moving on, the sound of machine gun fire could be heard from one of the fighting compartments, and Weiss did not hesitate, as usual, a pineapple bullet waited. After the explosion, he entered the fighting room with a revolver in both hands, and there were only two more corpses on the ground, which meant that there were only two Norman soldiers operating the machine guns.

Weiss picked up the rifle and uniform that had been left behind by the Normans from the ground, and re-extended them through the shooting hole, taking in the battle ahead. Despite the stubborn resistance of the Norman army, the progress of the Union army at this stage appeared to be very slow, and many tanks were destroyed in front of the position, but the situation was not necessarily pessimistic. It should have noticed the special flag that Weiss had previously protruded from the shooting hole, and found that the firepower of this fortress was very abnormal, and the Federation army consciously increased its investment in this direction, and a chariot was destroyed at a distance of a hundred feet, that is, thirty or forty meters, and behind the wreckage of the chariot, the steel helmets of the Federation soldiers were faintly visible!

Since joining the Norman army's miscellaneous army, although Weiss has not left the land of the Free Federation, he has lived like a lonely ghost, in the enemy camp, he saw the Union army so close to him, and the joy in his heart was like a volcanic eruption, which no force could suppress. He tore off the bloodied uniform from another Norman soldier, picked up the rifle on the ground, and quickly went to the next fighting room, where he stretched out his special self-made flag through the cracks in the shell, waving it vigorously. A moment later, he saw a Union soldier leap from behind the wreckage of the chariot, then a second and a third, with their heads bowed and their waists bent, passing past the wreckage of the chariot in a vigorous manner, rushing forward some distance, lying down and prostrate for a while, and approaching the fortress with difficulty and tenacity under the fire of the Norman army.

Seeing his companions getting closer and closer, Weiss shouted, "Long live the Federation!" Long live freedom! ”

Spurred on by this shout, a small but agile Union soldier bravely rushed through the last leg of the road to the bottom of the fortress's firing hole. Immediately afterwards, Weiss heard a voice that made his heart flutter, pure and fluent in Ulster.

"Who are you? Is it our people? ”

"I am Acting Second Lieutenant Long Clumber Haisen of the 23rd Reserve Regiment of the 340th Defense Division." Weiss responded, looking back warily. The Norman did not show up at the moment he least wanted to see, and he hurriedly beckoned to his companions outside: "Quick, there is a breach here, you should be able to get in." ”

The Union soldier outside may not have heard of the name of Clumber-Haysom at all, but he must have known that the 23rd Defense Division, that it had been heavily damaged by the Norman army in the defense of the Sambara River, that a considerable number of officers and men had unfortunately become prisoners of war of the enemy, and of course, some were lucky enough to be rescued by friendly forces. Unable to identify the other party, the Federation soldier outside took the risk, looking at the hole for a moment, shoving his rifle in, and then climbing through the hole.

With indescribable excitement, Weiss gave the comer a tight hug, and then, with the Union soldier in his hand, picked up his comrades behind him, and whisked to the door of the fighting room with his revolver. In the passage outside the door, another Norman has come!