In the mountain city of Slane in sight, the morning fog gradually dissipated, the gunpowder smoke was thick, and the battlefield with the constant sound of guns and cannons seemed to be covered with a layer of war fog.

Later generations of advanced radar can penetrate rain, fog and smoke to discover the truth that is beyond the reach of the naked eye. Weiss, as an experimental specimen of "human radar", has mastered skills that the Normans do not have, and if he had chosen to make the best use of his talents and materials, and go to the Federation fleet as a lookout, communicator, and staff officer, maybe the current battlefield is still the world of flying warships. There are not so many ifs in the world, standing on the edge of this fog of war, he calmly examines the battle situation inside. The 7th detachment of the Union guerrilla advance was surrounded by the Normans in the second field position they had captured. They had destroyed the artillery there as planned, and now they had no choice but to use the trenches to organize their defenses on the spot, and then wait for an opportunity to break out of the siege - they had already made an attempt not long ago, only to be fiercely blocked by the Norman army, and then retreated. As the battle progressed, they gradually fell into a desperate situation of dead and wounded, running out of ammunition, and if they did not receive support, they were likely to be completely annihilated by the enemy.

Although there is no shortage of such bridges on the real battlefield, in most cases, the rescuer and the trapped are together, and the strength is still not as good as the besieger, so the goal of the rescuer is often to open a breakthrough on the besieger's front and respond to the evacuation of the trapped, rather than sweeping the enemy, making a beautiful comeback, or even annihilating the enemy with a backhand......

"Each mortar group, set the firing elevation angle of 36-0, the direction of due north and east 15-0, ready for five rapid fire, after the first round of artillery fire, adjust the elevation angle of 36-3, the direction angle unchanged, or five rapid fire. Further back, Sergeant Barker, camera act, understand? ”

Weiss never forgot the gunnery skills he had developed at the Bathton Military Academy, and he reported his calculated firing parameters directly to the non-commissioned officer in charge of fire support, and told him to act as usual. However, in response to Weiss's "do you understand", this young man who was still green-faced actually shook his head straightly: "Sir, can you be more specific?" I...... I'm afraid that I won't be able to judge correctly and miss a big thing. ”

Weiss was a little crying and laughing, he stretched out three fingers: "First, observe the enemy's position, and if you are unsure, then don't act rashly; Second, if the enemy is found in multiple positions, we will determine which enemy poses the greatest threat to us and decisively open artillery bombardment; Thirdly, we must constantly move our positions so as not to be targeted by the enemy's artillery, and we will not have an advantage in range. ”

After saying that, Weiss didn't ask him again, "Do you understand?" The battlefield has been fought for more than two years, large and small battles have gone through dozens of battles, and the partners who fought side by side have changed one stubble after another, some people say "understand" in person, but in fact they are confused, and they are not reliable at the critical moment, and some people seem ignorant and dull in thinking, but they are not easy to make mistakes. In the final analysis, whether others have real skills, whether they are abnormal or abnormal at a certain moment, these are uncontrollable factors, since they can't be grasped, don't place too high expectations.

The first round of mortar shelling was targeted by a group of Norman soldiers spread along the road, about the size of a company, armed with machine guns and light machine guns. These Norman soldiers were lying directly on the road as a temporary position, and if the 7th detachment withdrew the same way, it would inevitably come into their range.

Twenty mortar shells smashed through, and the Norman soldiers suffered few casualties, but they couldn't raise their heads at all. Weiss led the soldiers of the 14th detachment to advance in a roundabout way from both sides, and when they reached a position three or four hundred feet away from the enemy, they could no longer advance in concealment, so they shouted "attack" and rushed forward again in the lead.

To seize time and opportunities, it is too late to carry out the conspiracy and conspiracy, it is directly one word: do!

The Norman soldiers who spread out along the road were not without a correct understanding of their situation, and they crawled along the road, mostly towards the trapped positions of the 7th detachment, while leaving some vigilance behind them. Before Weiss led the 14th detachment to attack, some Norman soldiers were already aware of it, but they were bombarded by mortar shells, and their reaction and communication were not so fast. By the time Weiss gave the order to "attack", the gunfire on the Normans' side had already gone off. The bullets came head-on, and from time to time someone next to him fell down with a muffled grunt, but as a "crazy two-gun thug" in the eyes of the Normans, Weiss was unmoved, and rushed until he was still a hundred feet away from the enemy, and then suddenly slowed down, took the bullet, pulled the ring, and threw it in one go. A pineball bullet with a killing range of more than ten feet drew a wonderful arc in the air and fell to the prostrate road of the Norman soldiers, exploding on the ground, not giving the enemy a chance to dodge at all.

After dropping the bomb, Weiss lowered his body and regained his speed, and the soldiers drew a scoop on the gourd, threw grenades, and bowed forward. A series of explosions completely dumbfounded the enemy in front of him. Seeing that the tigers had rushed to the front, many Norman soldiers retreated in panic, and behind them, another group of Norman soldiers rushed to hear the news, ready to fight with the friendly troops against these Federation troops who dared to take the initiative to attack with fewer enemies. Unfortunately, their position at this time is precisely the second round of coverage of the opposing mortars. Twenty mortar shells fell on the head, and in less than two minutes they took the lives of dozens of Norman soldiers.

Rushing to the road, Weiss shot one at a time, quickly killing the struggling Norman soldiers, and ordered the soldiers to set up machine guns along the road to suppress the enemy in front of them. A few light machine guns and dozens of rifles rained down on the enemy in the field, and the Norman soldiers, who had been bombarded by mortar shells, were either wailing from their wounds or lying on their stomachs with fear and not moving, like a pile of melons in a vegetable field, waiting to be picked.

Deploying fire suppression and changing the pistol magazine, Weiss lingered on the road for a while, and was about to continue moving forward, when he suddenly felt danger coming, and subconsciously crawled on the ground, only to hear large-caliber machine shells with a sharp sound through the air. He quickly squinted ahead, and soon found the enemy's fire: the Norman troops in another position had turned their attention from Detachment 7, and they were not only throwing in long-range and powerful large-caliber machine guns, but also a company of soldiers moving in this direction. At the slightest hesitation, the enemy will re-block this weak strip of the encirclement. In fact, when they arrived here, the distance between them and the 7th detachment was only a stone's throw away, and when there was no gunfire, it was not difficult to talk in the air.

Getting up and moving forward meant that he might be beaten into pieces of flesh by the enemy's machine shells at any time, but even so, Weiss still got up and called out loudly: "2 groups, 3 groups to cover, 1 group follow me!" ”

Then he ran down the slope of the road and into the field, not bothering to look back to see if the warriors had caught up in time, and as he pushed forward, he shot the Norman soldiers who tried to resist. On the way, the suppressive fire of his own soldiers, the enemy's blocking and shooting, all kinds of bullets simply flew sideways, Weiss hunched his body along the way, lest he would be shot in the head by a bullet from somewhere. Running and running, the pistol ran out of magazines, he crouched down to reload, and a few paces away lay a Norman soldier, who was holding his head and almost buried his face in the dirt, and a brand new Norman rifle was thrown aside.

After loading the bullets, Weiss glanced around, at least a dozen guerrilla advance team fighters followed, and his heart suddenly became a lot more steady, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of a Norman soldier lying on his stomach with a gun aimed at him. From the beginning of the guerrilla task force assembly training, Weiss spent almost all his leisure time on gun training, returned to Lorraine until this morning, almost no chance to shoot, has long been itchy and unbearable, this morning rushed left and right, two or three hundred bullets were fired, the feeling of shooting towards the realm of the integration of man and gun has taken another step, just did not aim much, two shots and one hit, and smashed the face of the guy!

Weiss was delayed here for about half a minute, and only then did the two fighters of the guerrilla advance team catch up with him. As soon as the two men came up, they saw the Norman soldier lying on his stomach with his head in his hands, his weapon had been removed from his hand, but he did not seem to be injured, and when he came to his senses, he grabbed his gun and went back into battle...... One of the guerrilla advance fighters took aim and fired without thinking, and at a distance of a few paces, the rifle bullet unsurprisingly pierced through the steel helmet of the Norman soldier from the top, and the red and white splashed out, giving people an inexplicable visual impact.

The brutal war has long erased people's fragile compassion. Weiss didn't even look at it, and walked forward with his "devil's twin guns", the field seemed to have no end, and so did the Norman position, walking and walking, and the green imaginary frames that he had observed before suddenly jumped in front of him.

"Sir! Chief Clumber Haysen! ”

An excited face appeared next to a rock in front of him, it was a senior non-commissioned officer of the 7th detachment.

"I'm here to answer you!"

Weiss, who was originally in a calm mood, felt heroic when he shouted this sentence. The most powerful warrior in ancient times killed the enemy all the way, but that's it, right?

Unfortunately, before the two could say the right word, the enemy's artillery fire roared in, and the continuous shelling and strafing made it difficult for them to move and communicate in their respective hidden positions. Seeing the short interval covered by the enemy's fire, Weiss sprang out like a cheetah, moving left and right between the craters and rocks, and managed to pass through the rain of bullets and complete the last few dozen steps.

As Weiss rolled into the trench with the veteran non-commissioned officer, a triumphant cheer erupted in his ears. Regardless of whether they can successfully break through the siege, Weiss's arrival has undoubtedly given these trapped officers and soldiers great encouragement and hope, and from hope to success, it is only necessary to reverse the road Weiss has just walked again, maybe it will not be too difficult, or it may be a dangerous road comparable to climbing to the sky......