If there is a small flag, Weiss can mark the mines in front of him one by one; If there is lime, he can draw safe passages in the minefield; If there is a rope strap, he can make a safe guide line......

But none of that!

Weiss can lead his companions away and let the people behind them follow each other like rats stealing eggs, but the slightest mistake will throw them out of line. Digging mines with bare hands? Theoretically it can succeed, but it takes too long. Norman gunfire swept through the crowd, and every second someone died, and others struggled in pools of blood...... In order for the prisoner of war camps to walk through the minefields without incident, and without the desire for people to die on mines, other ways must be found.

"Take off your coats, everybody!"

Standing outside the collapsing fence, Weiss shouted and undressed. He squinted, spotted the nearest mine, clumped his coat into a ball, and gently tossed it on.

The mine was not triggered.

Weiss took his coat from the soldiers behind him and drew a scoop of gourds to mark the second mine to avoid through the minefield. It's a good idea, the only downside is that it's still a bit slow, and the Grim Reaper continues to wield his scythe just as Weiss marks the two mines. In a panic, the captured officers and soldiers who were desperate for life rushed left and right, and as a result, someone struck a mine in the chaos. The scene of flesh and blood being blown to pieces shook the almost irrational Union soldiers.

The explosion of the mine made Weiss realize that he could not hold on for a second. He walked quickly in the minefield, dropping coat after coat on top of the mines detected by human radar. When their lives were at stake, the soldiers who followed him did not hesitate, they all took off their coats and passed them to Weiss.

Dropping the eighth piece of clothing, Weiss suddenly felt dizzy, and countless pieces of information were instantly squeezed into his head, and for a while he could not neatly put them into his memory. Since he was wounded in the Battle of Bellakaser Pass, this has occurred from time to time, each time allowing him to gain more memories from his body, and it usually only takes a night's rest for him to return to normal physically and mentally.

It's really not the right time for this aunt to come!

Weiss gritted his teeth and threw down the last piece of clothing, rushed out of the minefield with his head bowed and bent over, fell straight to the ground, covered his head and shouted, "It's safe!" Everyone bypasses the place where the clothes are placed, and you can get out safely! ”

As they broke through the minefield, the first few soldiers at the front of the fence did not only care about escaping themselves, but loudly guided their companions to avoid the mines at both ends of the passage, which greatly increased the speed of their safe passage.

"Great, Mr. Ensign, everyone is saved!" A Federation non-commissioned officer picked Weiss up and helped him toward where the Federation battleship had landed.

At this moment, Weiss seemed to have just fought with someone for a pound of spirits, and his head was so heavy that it seemed to be filled with water. He could hear what the non-commissioned officer next to him was saying, and he could understand what he meant, but his mind and body were almost uncontrollable, and he could only hum two sentences in his mouth. In this way, he staggered for more than 100 meters, and suddenly a group of soldiers wearing steel helmets and rifles suddenly appeared in front of him.

"It's our people! We are saved! ”

Hearing this excited voice, Weiss looked up with difficulty. These combatants are dressed in khaki combat uniforms, with more refined individual equipment than army units, and two spinball bullets hanging from under the bullet pouch on their chests - they are elite Federal Air Force Marines, who are good at airborne deployment and hand-to-hand combat, which is not inferior to the Royal Marines of the Norman army.

Saved! Saved!

Weiss was just glad that he was almost killed by a shuttle of bullets. The two Marines in front of him fell with a muffled grunt, and the rest of them fell in response.

What's going on?

"Oops! The chariots of the Normans! Two ...... Three ...... There are three Norman tanks, in our northeast direction! The non-commissioned officer who had been helping Weiss all the way whispered.

In the Norman Empire, in the Ulster Free Federation, in the Kingdom of Wessex, armored vehicles were not a rare item. As early as the last war, the warring sides built armored fighting vehicles and put them on the battlefield, but the vast majority of the combat vehicles that appeared at that time were a combination of automobiles, steel plates, and weapons, and the first armored fighting vehicles designed and built for war did not appear until the end of the war. In the 20 years after the war, the internal combustion engine technology continued to develop, the automobile was updated, and the armored combat vehicle also became a fixed member of the standard equipment of various countries, and several mature models with high production appeared, such as the "Lightning" six-wheeled armored assault vehicle of the Norman Empire and the "Sentinel" four-wheeled armored reconnaissance vehicle of the Free Federation. It's just that the development achievements in various fields are no match for the majestic and eye-catching huge body of the flying warship, and the national defense focus of the powerful country is on the shipbuilding competition. Prior to the national mobilization, the federal army had less than 1,000 armoured fighting vehicles, and a considerable part of them were assigned to the fortified defense units and local security forces, while the situation was even worse for the Wessex army, which had less than 500 armored fighting vehicles in its possession and use due to the complex terrain in most parts of the country and the low mileage of the roads.

Compared with the free federation with the world's first industry, the Norman Empire, as the defeated country in the last war, is also much inferior in various important economic indicators, steel production and power production capacity are only about half of the free federation, and the annual mining of coal and fuel oil resources is less than forty percent of the free federation, the gap is quite large, but the output of star source stone is close to ninety percent of the free federation, which is more than twice that of the kingdom of Wessex, making the Norman fleet quickly return to the first rank from the state of almost poverty and whiteness at the end of the war. Become the most stressed area of the Ulster-Wessex Federation. In such a strategic situation, people kept an eye on the Norman Empire's shipbuilding industry, trying their best to understand and master the performance of the new Norman Empire's warships, ignoring the Normans' amazing creativity and insight in military technology and tactics. In addition to the mental pressure caused by the deterioration of the war situation, the biggest problem of the Union troops who went out to fight was that they were helpless against the armored cluster attacks of the Norman army. It wasn't until they fought on the battlefield that the Union army realized how much effort the Normans had invested in the technical development and tactical use of armored fighting vehicles......

In danger again, Weiss took a few deep breaths, looked around with great difficulty, and then squinted at the Norman chariot that appeared in the northeast. It can be inferred from the detected target combat value that the three Norman vehicles are fully crewed, and their attack, protection, and speed are all in a normal state, leaving no technical opportunities to pick up leaks. Of course, the combat capability of this wheeled armored vehicle cannot be compared with that of a tank, but at present, there is only a small group of marines who have broken through from the ship's airborne position, and the guns and weapons they use are not enough to fight the Norman tanks.

After a moment of observation, Weiss's vertigo symptoms aggravated a lot. He closed his eyes tightly, his forehead against the dirt, and grabbed the arm of the non-commissioned officer beside him with one hand, and struggled to tell him his observations and judgments, so that he could convey them to the marines who were trapped here.

The non-commissioned officer hurriedly coordinated with the marines, and at this time, the Norman tanks were firing wildly with machine guns and machine guns, and the noisy and chaotic environment forced them to speak at the top of their voices, and the sound of various voices was mixed together, almost making Weiss faint. When he was unconscious, he bit his lip with his teeth, his fingers pressed the ground, and stubbornly maintained his consciousness, but his consciousness and thinking were no longer coherent. After some time, the voice of the non-commissioned officer was heard in his ears, and he said that the marines had sent two men back to ask for help, leaving three men to help them evacuate, and the rest of the men went around from the side, trying to destroy the enemy's chariots with pineapple bullets, and to drag them down.

Weiss gasped for breath, feeling sweat on his forehead, temples, and face, and his body was wet, probably in the same condition as if he had just been fished out of the water. He wanted to speak, but his mouth was numb, and he couldn't make any sound with all his might, so he could only reluctantly nod his head. Fortunately, the unknown non-commissioned officer beside him was relatively courageous, and he constantly observed the surrounding battle situation and told Weiss about the situation. Relying on the safe passage opened by him, most of the federal officers and soldiers who had been trapped in the prisoner of war camp successfully passed through the minefield, the fast runners had already rushed to their landing ships under the guidance of the marines, and the slow ones were stopped in the open area next to the prisoner of war camp by the strafing fire of the Norman tanks.

After a while, Weiss's dry throat finally made a little sound: "Let's go!" Let's go! ”

The non-commissioned officer did not answer, but tried to drag Weiss on. However, the constant dizziness had drained his strength, and Weiss reluctantly followed a few steps, finally falling to his knees, and no matter how others shouted, all he could do was gasp and shake his head.

Seeing this, the non-commissioned officer beckoned the soldiers next to him to help lift Weiss up and carry him away, so that he walked about twenty or thirty meters, although the bullets flew by at close range and the muffled snort of the person who was shot, the human stretcher suddenly fell apart. Weiss slammed to the ground, and no one picked him up after that. In his blurred consciousness, the gunfire of the Normans was getting closer and closer, and the roar of the armored fighting vehicles was becoming clearer, and from time to time there were Norman shouts, and occasionally there were one or two explosions, and I don't know which side threw the pineapple bullets......

When he regained consciousness, Weiss found that he had been in a motionless position for a long time, and his body and limbs seemed to belong to him as if they did not belong to him, and he felt swollen and sore, from head to toe. He opened his eyes and found that the vertigo had largely disappeared, a change that proved his senses that time had indeed passed a long time, and that it was already dawning.

Is it dawn?

Weiss's little heart sank suddenly, did he miss the opportunity to change his fate and be left behind in the Norman barracks?

As if he had first arrived in this world, Weiss turned his head sideways with a gentle movement, trying to take a look at his surroundings, but only when he turned his head a little angle, he heard the voice of a Norman nearby. Immediately afterward, a large leather boot slammed into him, turning him from a face-down position to a face-up position.

Then Weiss saw the muzzle of a black hole in the gun, and the fierce expression of the gunman. Soon another Norman soldier approached, and both men picked up their guns and aimed them at Weiss's chest.

Weiss thought that this time it must be GAME OVER who didn't run, and he didn't feel afraid, nor regretful, nor struggling. He glanced at the two Norman soldiers in front of him, then cast his gaze to the sky, quietly waiting for his vision to turn blood-red. However, the gunshots did not go off, and someone not far away shouted "Stop" in Norman, a word that was pronounced close to the Ulster.

The two Norman soldiers, who were about to shoot Weiss, raised their guns and took a step back. Suddenly, a deeply impressed face appeared in Weiss's sight, and at this moment, Weiss didn't know whether to rejoice or be ashamed: his little life was actually saved by the mercy of a Norman officer!