The passage between the turret and the ammunition depot was opened, and the fighters quickly transported the shells to the turret. At this moment, a dense burst of gunfire was heard from outside the turret.

"The enemy is coming!" From above the passage came the eager shouts of the death squad fighters.

When Weiss heard this, he hurriedly said, "Let me go up quickly, and I will command the battle." ”

"Hold this turret, it's our only hope." The "Leading Party" hurriedly advised.

"I know, of course I do." Weiss replied, stepping on the loader and using the halyard to reach the turret. At this time, the fighters guarding outside the turret retreated under the attack of the enemy and had already retreated to the entrance of the turret. Outside, hordes of Normans were frantically attacking. Of course, they knew what the turret and the ammunition depot beneath meant, and they attacked desperately, even without a well-planned battle.

After Weiss went up, seeing that this was the case, he immediately took out his pistol and threw himself into battle, directing the soldiers to consolidate the defense while fighting. Before he arrived, the fighters had raised two shells and some cartridge packs into the turret, and had manually driven the turret to steer through a mechanical turntable, following the instructions of the "Belt and Road Party". Immediately behind Weiss, the "leading party" also climbed up. He looked at the situation and, instead of going into battle, beckoned several other fighters to move the shells to the gun emplacement.

There was no latch handle on the cannon latch before, and it was difficult for the soldiers to open the cannon latch for a while, but fortunately, this guy found the parts taken by the Normans in the ammunition depot, and quickly loaded it, opened the cannon latch, and took the soldiers to reload.

The "Belt and Road Party" was single-minded in operating the artillery, and Weiss was preoccupied in leading the soldiers to resist the enemy's attack. There are a lot of enemies in this fort, but a considerable number of them are gunners, they are good at operating artillery, but they are not good at close combat, the real threat comes from those elite marines, fortunately they are not numerous, and they have no heavy weapons in their hands. Once it loses its momentum, it falls into an embarrassment of not being able to exert its strength, not to mention that the passage to the turret is very narrow, and no matter how large the number of enemies is, there is no way to deploy it. In just a few moments, the ground in front of us was already full of enemy corpses. Weiss and his fighters held on desperately, not giving an inch, but they were not machines, nor did they have weapons with unlimited ammo, and once the machine guns changed magazines, the enemy would move forward, and when they were full fire, the enemy would retreat again.

"We can't hold on for long!" Weiss opened fire while shouting at the "Lead the Way Party".

The soldiers had packed the heavy cannonballs into the chambers of the guns along with the propellants that were then raised, and these men had some basic gunnery skills, but after all, they were not professional artillerymen, and they did not know how to properly control the heavy artillery of the Normans, but fortunately, the "leading party" was not only good at close combat, but also seemed to be good at gunnery. He quickly made the proper arrangements, and then took control of the gun himself, playing the role of gun commander and gunner alone. After two or three minutes, when Weiss's side could no longer resist the next wave of the enemy's onslaught, they finally heard a voice that relieved them.

"Attention! Fire! ”

Although the sound was shouted in Norman, they were able to understand it because of its simplicity and similarities in pronunciation.

A huge roar, like rolling thunder rumbling in the sky, at that moment, the ground was trembling, this is the power of heavy artillery! Two shells came out of their disembowels in quick succession and smashed into the target in front. Hearing this, Weiss and the "Belt and Road Party" rushed to the forward observation port of the turret. Probably disturbed by the movement on the side of the fort, the white battleship had already left its original berth, and in perhaps a dozen or twenty seconds, it could leave this dangerous area and return to the unrestrained sky.

To say that the artillery skills of the "leading party" are really not covered, and without any "warm-up", the first shot hit the target. The two shells seemed to have eyes, and they hit the white and proud body of the Norman battleship impartially. One shot hits the stern, one hits the bottom of the ship, and if the battleship explodes, then everything is over, the goal is accomplished, and the next thing is to find a way to evacuate. However, that guy was like a guy with strong muscles hidden under a gorgeous coat, and he was punched twice, and he felt that he might hang, but in fact he didn't move.

"Quick, quick, reload!" Seeing that there was no obvious abnormality in the white battleship, the "leading party" shouted impatiently.

The turret has much the same power system as a flying battleship, i.e., it is mainly steam-driven, supplemented by manpower-driven. However, the power system was not near the turret, and there was no command from the command center, and the steam boiler would not transmit power even if it was in operation, so Weiss could only use the most primitive human power. The four fighters turned the winch of the loafer with all their might, lifting the shells and propellant packs from the ammunition depot. At this time, there was a sharp whistling sound outside, and almost everyone knew that it was deadly counterattack fire from the enemy. They didn't know how strong the fortress was, how accurate the enemy's firepower was, and they didn't know if they would be wiped out in the next second.

The terrible scream drew closer, and then a series of explosions struck, and the world began to shake violently. Many people subconsciously lay on the ground, and only the "leading party" held on to the tail of the gun, and without waiting for the impact of the explosion to pass, they were shouting: "We still have a chance, don't give up!" ”

Is there still a chance? Weiss didn't have much confidence in this, but he decided to fight anyway. Realizing that the enemy's artillery fire was not as terrible as expected, he quickly beckoned the fighters to push the shells and ammunition packs onto the gun emplacements.

As the "Leader of the Way" continued to operate the guns, Weiss came to the observation port of the turret, and he saw that the white battleship was still climbing upward, but not yet out of the firing range, and in the process of ascending, it slowly adjusted its attitude and turned the bow towards this side, and it seemed to be flying in this direction.

Not only does this guy not run away, but he also rushes over to fight? Is this the so-called "domineering spirit"?

Weiss frowned, the Norman high-ranking people he had come into contact with were Alves and Baras, their knowledge and talents were very good, and their IQ was also very high, but they always felt that their arrogance could become a fatal problem. According to the Norman logic embodied in them, it is not surprising that the big man on the battleship in front of him would order a counterattack on the spot after being attacked instead of being safeguarded.

"It's coming, it's coming this way!" Weiss shouted to the "Belt and Road Party", "Do you know what it wants to do? ”

"Killing us is like crushing worms with your fingers." "The party leading the way" replied almost without thinking.

"In that case...... "We'll shoot it twice in the head and it down!" ”

Instead of answering, the "Belt Party" turned to check on the loading of the soldiers, and then exclaimed, in amazement: "Oh my God, a normal grenade, an armor-piercing shell!" I want two armor-piercing rounds! Forget it, it's too late, so be it! Reload the shells! Reload the medicine pack! One plus two! Hurry up, hurry up! ”

Weiss continued to look out through the observation port. Although the enemy knew that something was wrong with the fort and that there was a turret under the control of the hostiles, so far they had not put too much artillery fire into the counterattack, and the shells were not powerful enough, otherwise the death squad and the turret would have been wiped out. Seeing the white enemy ship straighten up and rush towards the enemy like a knight, Weiss knew in his heart that this was the recklessness and arrogance of the Norman royal family. When they negotiated with Barras and Alves in the town before, although they wanted to kill themselves, they disdained to use sneak attacks, snipers and other shady methods, but tried every means to get Weiss to cut himself, which led to a later reversal. Now, when the king in front of him is facing the threat again, he rushes towards him with a fearless fighting spirit, isn't it the same routine as them?

Under the organization and guidance of the "Belt and Road Party", the fighters did their best to complete the reloading of two heavy guns. With the shouts of "pay attention, fire", in this stormy situation, the two cruisers' main gun-level guns opened fire again.

Weiss's eyes widened, and he prayed silently in his heart. In an instant, a cannonball struck the flying battleship, which looked like a white dragon, and the point of impact was located in its thickest armored bow. Theoretically speaking, it is difficult for artillery of the same caliber to penetrate armor of the same thickness, but if it does not work in theory, it does not mean that it cannot be done in practice. This time, only one of the two shells fired was armor-piercing, and no one knew whether it was this one that hit the enemy ship, but it was this shell that became the key factor in changing the situation, changing the course of the war, and even changing the world...... A few seconds later, the proud Norman battleship suddenly exploded, and the graceful bow was instantly engulfed in a cloud of orange flames, and the smoke and dust that spewed out were like the blood splattered by the battleship.

"Oh my God! We did it! We really did it! The "Leading Party" put aside its previous composure and coldness, and shouted hysterically. It could be seen that he sincerely wanted the big man on the white battleship to finish.

At this moment, Weiss was unusually calm. Killing the target is only the first step in the operation, and the next step is that he must find a way to lead the death squad out of this place and exit the battle with the help of the main force of the guerrilla advance team. Thoughts were running quickly, and only a dozen seconds later, a heart-palpitating loud bang came from a distance, the white dragon was cut off by the divine blade, and plunged down from the air, and the people above were still alive?

The battleship on which the big man was riding exploded and fell, and the mood of tens of thousands of Norman officers and soldiers of Slane may have fallen to the bottom, and the artillery counterattack against the No. 9 battery tower came to an abrupt end, and the attack of the Norman troops did not continue, and there were all kinds of shouts outside the turret, and the chaotic situation was just a good opportunity to get out. Under Weiss's orders, the fighters guarding the ammunition depot quickly came to the turret and dragged the wounded back the same way. As they ran through the smoke-filled area and along the dirt floor, Weiss saw that the "white dragon" had fallen not far to the north, and the slender hull was only half of the middle of the ship, and the remaining hull had basically maintained its original outline, and if the big man was in the rear compartment of the battleship, he might not have died in the explosion and fall - it is entirely possible!

Weiss thought so, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly saw a group of soldiers surrounded by a gorgeously dressed guy on the side of the fallen battleship. He quickly squinted and saw that there seemed to be nothing special about that person among the attendants, and all kinds of data were just ordinary people. It is the bloodline, the bloodline, and the noble blood that makes him so different.

The group was not far away, and if they led the death squad to rush over at this time, there was still a certain chance to kill the enemy chieftain, but Weiss weighed the pros and cons, examined the situation, and decisively gave up this behavior of going to the death to help the enemy. Just as those people were retreating to the nearby fortress, all of a sudden, Weiss saw the man fall to the ground suddenly, and when he squinted again, this guy's vitality was rapidly declining.

In such a chaotic environment, is there such a marksman in the death squad? If there is, it should be him! No, we can't kill him in this case. Weiss said to himself with certainty.

We didn't do it, so who is that? Must be his enemy. When Weiss came back to his senses, he found that the "leading party" was nowhere to be seen, and in his hurry, he looked around and vaguely saw that the guy was mixed in the busy Normans, approaching the fallen king, thinking that he was going to confirm the situation and put the last insurance on the absolute success of the operation. Anyway, the man didn't say that he wanted to leave with them, and Weiss decisively led the soldiers to continue to fight and retreat. Relying on the fact that there were soldiers in the ranks wearing enemy uniforms, they fought and deceived and deceived each other, and finally broke away from the Slane defense system, and when they looked back, they could no longer see the figure of the "leading party" at all. Anyway, after a while, few people have figured out his identity. Weiss had a faint feeling that after confirming that the king had no signs of life, the man might disappear quickly, perhaps even more decisively—completely gone.

The road of retreat from Slane, in retrospect, was a road full of thorns and bumps, shrouded in death, and Weiss was reluctant to recall even the thrilling and dangerous details. The hundred-man death squad lost a third of the battle at Fort No. 9, and lost more than a third of the enemy in several fierce battles on the way to retreat, and in the end only about twenty men withdrew from the battle. Although they fought a successful blocking battle, killing and wounding thousands of enemy troops, the Norman army then organized air-ground coordination and launched an extremely crazy attack on them, even though the guerrilla advance force escaped into the mountains and forests and moved under the cover of night and morning fog, they were still bitten several times by this group of wild beasts that had lost their minds, and in the following ten days of anti-pursuit and anti-strangulation operations, the overall casualty rate was close to 40 percent. It was not until the Federation Army achieved a crucial victory on the Lorraine front that the siege was finally lifted.

Soon, Weiss and the others learned from intelligence sources that the king killed in Slane was really Joseph, the crown prince of the Norman Empire. With the unexpected fall of the young prince, there was a violent upheaval in the power of the Norman Empire, and the top brass had no intention of fighting at the front, and the soldiers at the front were not interested in fighting. This originally evenly matched war took a dramatic turn in this way. In less than three months, before the arrival of spring, the Normans began to retreat like a tidal wave, until they were all evacuated from the devastated lands of the Free Confederation of Ulster.

However, the victory of the Federation Front did not bring good news to the allies in the north, and the Wessex army also wanted to take advantage of the civil strife in the Norman Empire to regain its territory, but was ambushed by the Normans and lost the last elite troops in a key battle in which they had the advantage of strength. The defeat at the front led to a coup d'état in Wessex, which was probably premeditated, and the ruling regent quickly negotiated a peace agreement with the Normans, in exchange for a Norman strike on the terms of recovering eighty percent of the country's territory and "pledging" some of the land and resources.

There was an armistice on the northern front, and the Normans quickly diverted their energies and forces to the south. In the last war, the federal army invaded the Norman Empire through the Kingdom of Farek and the Kingdom of Fries, and now the two sides have once again focused on the Kingdom of Farak and the Kingdom of Fries, which have joined the camp of the Norman Empire, as if it is a wonderful reincarnation.

During the withdrawal of the Norman army from Lorraine, Weiss and one of his guerrilla detachments fought several beautiful ambushes and raids, killing and wounding thousands of enemy troops and capturing large quantities of supplies, and then such a record is insignificant in the big picture. With the complete reconquest of the country, guerrilla warfare lost its original meaning, and it was not long before General Punk was transferred elsewhere and the guerrilla warfare command became the finishing department. Where he will go from here has also become a new question in front of Weiss.