"Name...... What's your name? Weiss struggled to get the phrase out in Norman. ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

The Norman officer stared at Weiss, thinking that he was worried that the medical box would be opened and delivered to its destination, so he said, "Carson-Hagled, Lieutenant, 44th Infantry Battalion, Hawkes Battalion." ”

Weiss silently kept this information in his heart. Unlike the Federal Army, the battle sequence of the Normandy ** was organized by battalion, and each battalion had its own name in addition to the number number - some were named after the battalion commander, some were honorary names conferred by the royal family, and some were historical allusions.

After bandaging his companion, the Norman officer named Carson Hagrest picked up his companion and said to Weiss, "You can go." ”

Weiss was not in a hurry to leave, he watched the two of them walk some distance, and then he picked up the medical box and turned into the passage of the bunker.

There were no sentries or guards, but as Weiss walked down the passage into the bunker, a Norman soldier yelled at him, "Hey, handyman, who told you to come here?" ”

Weiss stammered the name, position, and number of the Norman officer just now, then put down the medical box he was carrying on his shoulders and opened the lid of the box: "Medicine!" Pharmaceuticals! ”

The Norman soldier looked at the field medical kit in the box, then at the innocent-looking Weiss, thought for a moment, muttered something in his mouth, bent down, picked out a few medical kits from the box, and then motioned for Weiss to leave.

Weiss hesitated, picked up the box and prepared to leave, just then, as if a powerful cannonball landed on the top of the fortress, a violent tremor and impact struck, Weiss and the Norman soldier fell to the ground, and the medical kits he held in his arms also fell and scattered to the ground.

The aftermath of the explosion dissipated, and the shouts of "medics" could be heard from inside the fort, and it seemed that someone had been injured. The Norman soldier couldn't care about Weiss anymore, grabbed two medical kits and ran inside.

Weiss looked around as he picked up the dropped medical kit. The entrance and exit of the fort were equipped with a translating steel gate and two rear-facing shooting holes, allowing soldiers to close the entrance and exit of the fort to wait for reinforcements if the enemy entered the defensive line. Inside the entrance and exit are narrow fold-shaped passages, and further inside are the war rooms, and a fortress of this size may also have separate communication rooms, medical rooms, ammunition rooms, and cantonment quarters.

Holding the medical kit that the Norman soldier had left behind, Weiss walked through the dimly lit folded passageway, the more in, the sound of machine guns and machine guns became clearer, and the sour smell of propellants filled the air.

Weiss squinted and saw that the reinforced concrete walls failed to block the penetration of the brain waves, and red frames appeared in his line of sight - although Weiss was mixed in with the enemy camp as a handyman, he had already discovered that the Normans were still hostile in his human friend or foe identification system. The determination of the combat effectiveness of the target is a bonus to the combat power of a single body and the power of the weapon, and those who have a much higher combat reading than ordinary soldiers must be machine gun shooters.

Outside the door of a chamber with natural light streaming in, Weiss cautiously looked in. Inside the door, there was a fighting room with an area of less than 20 square meters, and in the front position was a rotating machine gun placed on a fixed gun carriage, and four Norman soldiers formed a firing group, one for observation, one for shooting, one for supplying ammunition, and one for carrying ammunition. Wooden ammunition boxes were stacked on either side of the fighting room, and there was a row of pylons near the door, underneath which lay four Norman rifles and four sets of individual equipment, including bullet pouches and ammunition pouches containing spinach bullets. Two rectangular wooden boxes were piled up separately next to them, and a wooden lid had been opened on them, revealing yellow rifle cartridges.

That's a lot of reserves!

Weiss knew the route and difficulty of seizing the gun and destroying the enemy, but the time had not yet come, so he did not continue to stay here, and continued to walk along the passage. In the adjacent fighting room, he saw a completely different scene: a hole in the flat structure of the shooting hole had been blown open, and the rotating tube cannon installed in front of the shooting hole was obviously deformed, and it seemed that it could no longer be used. There were two bloodied Norman soldiers lying on the ground, two sitting next to the wall, and three uninjured Norman soldiers were helping them stop the bleeding, one of whom was the soldier Weiss had met at the entrance of the passage.

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here? ”

Weiss had already been asked this question three times in less than a quarter of an hour. As he answered as usual, several Norman soldiers in the war room followed the sound and cast unkind glances.

"Hey, sir, medicine!" Weiss took the initiative to say to the Norman soldier who had blocked himself at the entrance and exit of the fort.

His companion was seriously injured and the two medical kits were not enough, so the Norman soldier saw the medical kit in Weiss's arms and hurriedly beckoned him over.

The Norman soldier who had just stopped Weiss at the door, a head taller than him, strode over to the shooting hole, and said something quickly, but Weiss barely understood a few words. After putting down the medical kit, he stood up and glanced at it, and through the shooting hole, he could see that the front line of the Union army had entered the minefield. Before the outbreak of the war, the federal military did not pay attention to the technical and tactical development of combat vehicles, and as a result, they suffered in front of the Norman armored clusters. Nowadays, there are many previously unseen combat vehicles on the attack line of the Union army, including wheeled armored vehicles with rotating turrets, gun-carrying combat vehicles without turrets, and tracked assault fighting vehicles. After the early artillery fire "washing", it seems that there are not many mines left in the minefield, although some of the federal combat vehicles were damaged by mines, but a considerable number of them passed through the minefield unharmed, they began to fill the trench with the timber in front of the combat vehicles, and then crossed the trenches to crush the barbed wire belt, opening a passage for the infantry attack. From the defender's point of view, if the attacker's chariot cannot be stopped from filling the ditch, the defensive situation will become precarious.

The tall Norman soldier who was watching the enemy in front of the shooting hole muttered for a while, and when he looked back at the damaged machine gun, he tinkered with it, but he could not help it, so he came over and grabbed Weiss by the collar, and said something in an impatient tone.

Weiss didn't understand a word, so he had to spread out his hands and make a helpless gesture.

The tall Norman glared and yelled at Weiss viciously, as if to tell him to find a maintenance technician or repair tool. Weiss had no choice but to nod yes, and the other party let go, but probably felt that Weiss was slow and procrastinating, and kicked him in the ass. Weiss stumbled and almost fell, and a nameless karmic fire suddenly rose in his heart. It is not easy to sneak into such a fortress, and if you leave, whether you find another way or find a way to find maintenance personnel and maintenance tools, it will take a lot of time, and if you don't get caught by other Norman soldiers to do other things, then it will be troublesome.

Weiss turned his head angrily and glanced at it, and found that the Norman soldiers who were thinking of him had turned around and went to the shooting hole, and the rest of them did not pay attention to themselves, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: since this fighting room had just been subjected to direct artillery fire, and the gunners were killed and wounded, if there was another explosion, it would not arouse the suspicion of the Norman side!

Thinking of this, Weiss walked straight to the door of the fighting room, glancing at the gun carriage and individual equipment near the door, simulating in his mind the next moves, routes, and several possible scenarios.

Once this is done, it will be a ruin, and there is no way back.

Weiss took a deep breath, and as he passed by the gun rack, he decisively and quickly removed a pair of individual equipment, pulled out a pineball bullet from the ammunition pouch as quickly as he could, pulled off the buckle, and threw it sideways towards the center of the fighting compartment. At this moment, he saw two Norman soldiers staring at him dumbfounded, but no matter how fast they reacted, they couldn't reach the spinach bullets rolling on the ground, and the rest were still ignorant of the deadly threat......

Turning his head, Weiss grabbed a Norman rifle from the gun rack without hesitation, and sped through the door of the chamber to dodge into the passage. As the explosion is approaching, he grows his mouth to soften the impact of the explosion on his eardrum and pulls the bolt open...... Wipe! Sure enough, it was an empty gun, but fortunately, the individual equipment was brought out. The explosion came as promised, Weiss held his breath, closed his eyes to prevent dust, he fumbled and took out a row of bullets from the magazine bag, his hands were a little shaky, and the structure of the Norman rifle was not as good as the Grumman rifle, the first time it was not loaded, but the past experience of birth and death has given him a big heart, he lowered his head and opened his eyes, and then successfully reloaded, closed the bolt, and before the explosion smoke dissipated, he rushed into the fighting room with the rifle, squinted and scanned, 7 Norman soldiers, 5 have been killed or still alive, and two are still in a state of residual bloodWeiss hurried forward, gave them one man and one rifle butt accurately, and cleanly dealt with the Normans in this fighting room, but this was only the first step of the "handyman counterattack", he quickly turned back to the door of the room, and noticed a person running in the hallway, so he leaned against the wall and quietly let him in.

The Norman soldier who had come to inspect the situation shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door, Weiss didn't understand too much, but it didn't matter anymore, he quickly picked up his rifle, aimed it at the guy's head, and pulled the trigger almost at the distance of the muzzle of the gun to his head.

In front of the bullet, the hard skull is as brittle as the skin of a melon. The moment the gun rang out, his brain burst and splashed on the ground.

The strong smell of the fish in his nose made the long-suppressed fire of battle in Weiss's chest burn brightly. He pulled the bolt and reloaded, retreating to the door, continuing to peer down the aisle against the wall. A moment later, two more Norman soldiers arrived, and their combat values were only slightly higher than those of the miscellaneous servants, indicating that neither of them was armed. Weiss stuffed the pineapple bullet that he had already held in his hand back into the ammunition bag, put down his rifle, pulled out his bayonet, and waited for them to run in one after another, and walked behind the man behind him, covering his mouth and neck in one go, acting skillfully like a professional killer.

Easily and quietly killing one, Weiss was about to rush forward and use the same trick to kill the blonde Norman soldier in front of him, but this guy didn't realize that his companion behind him had been killed, and he ignored the signs of the explosion of the pineapple bullet and the warning implied by the headshot corpse. Seeing a Norman soldier sitting diagonally against the wall, he seemed to still have his breath, and hurriedly walked over.

Weiss immediately took the bayonet in his mouth, turned around and picked up his rifle, and quickly took aim. It was only at this time that the blonde Norman soldier noticed the presence of the enemy, he turned his head and saw the muzzle of the black hole, and the green face was instantly filled with fear of death.

Alone and in the enemy camp, Weiss had no choice but to open his eyes and pull the trigger.