Octavier actually had such a trick, Weiss was not surprised or angry when he heard it, but a little afraid. If she had died in battle just now, wouldn't this road be impossible? Without this path, will the operation fail? From this point of view, Octavir seemed a little too cautious that he didn't tell himself this special instruction in advance. Of course, even if she didn't tell herself, she might have told the other special forces officers, and the result would be the same. It's just that Weiss sees one thing clearly: for them, he is an outsider after all, even if he holds the title of second commander......

That's fine, Weiss thought to himself, if he became too close to them and became brothers in his life, if they were strongly retained after the war, he would really not be able to deal with it. Now, he can leave after completing the mission, return to his hometown to do a non-killing, bloodless business, and by the way, fulfill Ze's last wish, raise that kid well, and cultivate him into a talent.

After communicating to the messengers, Octavir lowered his head and pondered for a while, before explaining to Weiss: "This is a special order, which cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary, and now that it has been used, they will definitely carry it out." All we have to do is find a suitable rendezvous point, where the two teams that have already set off meet the transport. If the situation allows, let the transports come to the town and move the rest away. If the situation doesn't allow it, let them go first, and we'll stay and find another way to leave. ”

The speaker is frank, but the listener is terrified. This is not a place close to the front line, and the combat skills of the soldiers of the special forces are certainly much better than ordinary soldiers, but they are not three-headed and six-armed divine soldiers after all, how can they lead dozens of civilians through the hinterland of the Norman Empire for thousands of miles back to the Ulster Free Federation? This sounds like a plot that only appears in movies, and it's too exaggerated. Weiss thought so, but he didn't pick it out, because he knew that Octavier must have it in mind.

"There is a river on the southeast shore of the lake, which is the source of its living water. There is a bridge over the river, a beautiful stone bridge. We can set it up as a rendezvous point, and those who pass by water should arrive in more than half an hour, and those who pass by land may need another hour or so to avoid enemy shelling and get around some long distances. There won't be much difference between the two. What do you think? ”

Octavir quickly replied, "You're the same as I thought, and I think it's better to find a prominent spot in that location." But the trouble now is that neither team has a radio, so someone has to be sent to inform them. ”

Weiss heard the other party's intentions, and he hesitated for a moment: "If you let me stay, I will feel very honored and proud!" This is a job that the herald can do. ”

Octavir stared at him for a few seconds, "No, you go!" You have more missions than war. ”

Speaking of mission, Octavier is a member of the main branch of the Grumman family, both family conditions and development opportunities are very generous, even if he is determined to develop in the military world, the future is much greater than that of ordinary people, that is the responsibility and mission of the country!

However, as her student and comrade-in-arms, how should Weiss argue? Under the current situation, he has no mother-in-law, and said very decisively: "Then I will go and try to race against time." ”

"You...... Are you really willing to do it? Octavier asked lightly, and Weston was a little confused. In terms of appearance, temperament and character, how many people in front of you can easily say "no"? However, he knew very well what reality and fantasy were, so he deliberately avoided the question: "Let the lady Your Highness, I really can't bear it, so I beg you again to let me stay!" ”

"Go ahead!" Octavier had a smile on her face, "It's just a joke, don't care. ”

Is this time for jokes?

Weiss sighed, silently mounted his motorcycle, and chased in the direction the convoy had left. With the wind howling in his ears and the distant sound of cannon still faintly visible, he quickly left the town behind, feeling a little empty, but it was impossible to turn back anyway.

Thanks to his meticulous reconnaissance during the day, he was familiar with the roads in the area, and the Norman motorcycles were not very good at absorbing shocks, but they were quite good at driving on relatively smooth sandy roads. Weiss galloped all the way, and after taking a shortcut, it didn't take long for him to reach the southeast shore of the lake. Some ships have already arrived, some are still docking, and the fighters are organizing personnel to assemble on the shore. According to the original plan, they would walk for an hour to the valley after landing, and it would take another half an hour to enter the valley, which was a little difficult, but at least they could arrive in time limit.

Weiss quickly found the special forces officer in charge of the waterway and gave him new instructions, when a roar came from the direction of the valley. He narrowed his eyes and looked, and sure enough, the transport ship had taken off. The camouflage slid off it like debris, and with these elaborate camouflage, even if the Norman planes and ships came and went nearby, they might not have found the behemoth hidden in the valley, but these were only hypothetical. Once the transferred team was discovered, it was not difficult for the Normans to deduce the suspicious area from the direction of their travel, and then conduct a detailed search and reconnaissance, and then the presence of the transport ship would still be discovered. Now it's just a determination to break the kettle and move all the actions forward.

After getting the waterway out of the way, Weiss hurriedly rode his motorcycle to find the group of people who had taken the land route. Trucks and cars are supposed to be faster than motorcycles, but motorcycles have an advantage when driving on dirt roads. Weiss walked forward for almost a quarter of an hour before finally finding the convoy. They avoided shelling and were groping their way along the road in the dark, not too fast, indeed.

Weiss stopped the first car and shouted at the soldiers in the car: "Follow me, speed up, keep up!" ”

In order to get the convoy up to speed, Weiss turned on the lights of the motorcycle, and he felt that at such a distance, a single headlight should not attract the attention of the enemy. However, they had not been long on their way when that damn scream came after them. Weiss calculated, this is the edge of the enemy's range, and the shooting accuracy is certainly not high. If you're in a hurry, you have to leave all these minutiae behind. So, he waved his hand behind him: "Keep up!" Hurry! Don't delay! ”

Under his leadership, the convoy continued to move forward, one car after another, trucks. After walking for ten minutes or so, the enemy's shells could no longer keep up with their pace. At this time, the transport ship flew out of the valley, and the personnel on board could naturally perceive the presence of the enemy's artillery, and they would hesitate, hesitate and even panic, but that special command had a magical effect, making them put aside their inner fears and move forward bravely.

In Weiss's field of vision, the huge transport ship flew towards the intended target, as if conducting an airborne assault operation, its landing attitude was very decisive and very fast, and after it landed, the hatches in various places quickly opened, and the soldiers of the special forces hurriedly beckoned the target personnel to board the ship. Weiss led the car and truck straight to the transport ship, stopped the motorcycle, and hurriedly turned around and beckoned everyone to get out of the car. With the help of the fighters, the target personnel, mainly the elderly, weak, women and children, got out of the car as fast as they could, and then boarded the transport ship in five or six minutes.

Weiss didn't care about taking care of his little nephew, and quickly came to the command room of the transport ship, and saw Major Harlegos, who said in an unquestioning tone: "Hurry to the town as fast as you can, the colonel is still waiting there." ”

Major Halegos didn't look very good, but he didn't refuse Weiss's request. The transport ship climbed to an altitude of about two or three hundred feet above the ground, skimmed the surface of the lake, and flew towards the town on the western shore of the lake. Even without sufficient acceleration, the behemoth still flew towards its destination at several times the speed of the vehicle, and in a short time, Weiss saw the mottled town in his field of vision, and he couldn't help but clench his fists: a quarter of an hour, at most a quarter of an hour, this great expedition can be perfectly completed in the first half of the journey!

"High alert! Be wary of the enemy! Rear Admiral Hallegos reminded his crew again and again, making the atmosphere in the command room extremely tense. Although Weiss was desperate to rescue Octavier, along with the rest of the Secret Service Soldiers and Targets, he knew the importance of taking care of the bigger picture, so he kept looking out at the sky in all directions. When the transport ship was about to fly over the lake, a red virtual frame jumped out of the sight, and it was carefully identified that it was a Norman battleship of the cruiser level, and the distance was still dozens of miles, and with the specifications of the cruiser's guns, it would take about ten minutes to enter the firing range, not to mention that it was an old-fashioned cruiser with quite old performance.

Weiss pondered for a moment, and said to Major Haleggs in a calm tone: "Watch out to the north, there seem to be enemy flying objects!" ”

The major hurriedly picked up the binoculars, and the crew in charge of the guard also paid attention in that direction. After a long while, someone loudly reported: "Smoke trails found, it's enemy flying ships!" ”

"Can you tell what kind it is?" Major Haleggs asked Weiss.

"It should be a light ship......," Weiss said, "hurry up, we're still in time." ”

Major Halegos put down the binoculars and looked at Weiss with a solemn face: "Leave now, the probability of successful escape is more than fifty percent, and if you choose to land, it may only be two percent." ”

For this multiple-choice question, which was about hundreds of lives, Weiss did not let his emotions dictate his thinking, but tried to calculate and analyze it from an objective and prudent point of view, and then, again, he observed the enemy ship through a special vision, and gave a person in charge of the advice: "Land, stay for two minutes, then fly in the direction of the center of the lake, increase your speed and climb and turn again...... I promise, everyone can get out together! ”