Boom!

Click...... Syllable!

Boom!

Click...... Syllable!

Boom!

Click...... Syllable!

Boom!

Click...... Syllable!

On the beams of the house, Weiss spread his legs, straightened his upper body, and flat-ended his rifle, his shooting action became more and more proficient, and his shooting state became more and more stable. Four shots were fired, two hits, and both were headshots, and the bloody scene brought an extra psychological shock to the remnants of the enemy.

Under the beams of the house, the tall man handed Weiss another "Grumman burning stick" full of bullets at the right time, replaced the rifle with empty bullets, the butt of the rifle was against the shoulder, the muzzle was facing the ground, and without looking, he delicately pulled the bolt and filled the magazine with bullets one by one.

On the east-facing side, Weiss and Da Gao joined forces to defend against the enemy, while on the west-facing side, two warriors fought side by side with the middle-aged man in black, and on the north-facing side, three wounded soldiers carried the line together.

Without the threat of enemy snipers, the room was filled with the sound of gunfire.

In less than half a minute, Weiss fired four more bullets here, and three hits and one shot was slightly off. Of the dozen or so enemy soldiers who rushed out of the woods, there were only six of them left at this time, and they did not hesitate, nor did they turn back, but continued to advance towards the wooden house in a skirmisher line. Dressed in uniform white trench coats and rifles about the size of the Grumman's Burning Sticks, they were fast in the snow, but for Weiss, these apparently well-trained soldiers had a fatal flaw: they had to stop from time to time to shoot in a kneeling position and then get up and move forward during the attack.

Weiss took the rifle full of bullets from the tall man again, and was about to continue the hot state, when he suddenly heard someone on his side shouting "Beware of the thunderstorm", and his heart suddenly chuckled: Which is this singing?

"Beware!" As soon as the tall reminder reached Weiss's ears, a thunderous explosion came from the west side of the wooden house, and the whole wooden house shook. If Weiss hadn't been a little mentally prepared, he might have fallen off the roof beam and blossomed by now.

"Fight back!" The tall man shouted, "Throw the thunderbolt!" ”

As soon as he heard this, Weiss didn't have to look back to know that the so-called thunderbolt was something similar to a grenade. He picked up his gun, took a deep breath, and used his newly cultivated phantom fire speed quadruple in a combo to knock down the enemy soldiers who had reached thirty or forty meters away from the wooden house.

"All four hits!" Weiss roared, "This is me!" It's not the same me! ”

If Luke were still alive, he would be proud.

The last two enemy soldiers attacking from the east came to a halt in unison, one of them on one knee, his gun raised, the bullet piercing through the hole in the roof and grazing Weiss's right cheek, nearly ruining the face that had just regained his confidence. The other man stood sideways, carrying a gun in his left hand and exerting force in his right hand, and threw a black object at him.

Weiss had planned to kill the two guys and climb back onto the roof to condescendingly block the enemy attacking from the west, but when he saw the enemy soldiers throwing dangerous explosives, he immediately had a premonition that the situation was not good, he glanced down, jumped straight off the beam, and rolled to the side.

Rumble......

With a huge explosion that was simply deaf, the ground shook violently, the smoke dispersed, countless wood chips, snow and sand and mud splashed in the air, Weiss threw himself on the ground, feeling that his internal organs were shattered, and when he turned his head to look, he had to rejoice in the decision to jump off the roof beam: the east wall of the wooden house was blown open a large opening large enough for people to ride in and out, the fireplace collapsed, and the roof beams were also blown off. Internal bleeding and the like.

The people in the house fell to the ground, and without the firepower to stop the enemy's attack, the Norman dogs must have spread their legs and ran wildly. Weiss struggled to his feet, picked up his gun, and staggered two steps forward, when he suddenly spotted two enemy soldiers with rifles and a fierce look at him beyond the broken wall of the east wall.

With a distance of less than five meters, they can Game Over with just a finger move.

But instead of firing, they pointed their guns at Weiss, and shouted: "Drop your guns, and put your head in your hands, you lowly Ulster worm!" ”

In the past, Weiss would have given up resistance, but after the battle, especially after witnessing Luke's death, he stood up and turned the tide in his own way, and the spirit of a fighter had been awakened, and he glared angrily at the two enemy soldiers, as if he was ready to die generously.

At this moment, something black suddenly flew out of the east wall of the room, and before Weiss could react, a muscular body suddenly pounced and pushed him aside.

Weiss heard two gunshots in quick succession, followed by violent explosions, and the feeling of being overwhelmed by a heavy object made him feel as if he was back to the scene when he killed the Great White Bear. Only this time, it was a big soldier who pressed on him.

The huge impact of two close-range explosions, the violent collision with the floor when he fell to the ground, Weiss's body was already overturned, he was expecting the tall man to get up and pull him, but this guy was motionless, and the only left eye was already distracted.

"Hey, sir, how are you? Sir! Weiss slapped his face and pinched people, but there was still no response.

After a few moments, someone turned the tall man over from above, eagerly inspected his situation, and piggybacked on Weiss to "liberate" him.

Weiss only then realized that the waist and back of the big man were blurred with flesh and blood, and such wounds were obviously caused by large-caliber rifle bullets.

Yes, he saved himself again! This time it's sacrificing one's life to save one's life, exchanging one's life for one's life!

Weiss's small universe exploded in an instant!

He picked up the Grumman Burning Stick, turned around and fired a shot out of the west window, instantly knocking out a Norman soldier. Between exhales and breaths, he pulls the bolt, resets, raises his gun, aims, fires, and makes a bloody hole in the chest of another Norman soldier.

A "thunderblast" was thrown from the opposite side, and one was thrown out of the wooden house, and they both exploded in less than a second apart. Weiss watched as a few Norman soldiers were blown away, and snow and mud flew all over the sky; Watching the west wall of the wooden house be blown open, countless pieces of broken wood flying around the house; watched himself fly out upside down and slam heavily on the floor, and suddenly a mouthful of old blood spurted out three feet away!

Before the smoke had cleared, he staggered to his feet and walked towards the western wall as if he were stepping on cotton. Outside the window, a Norman soldier rushed over with a fierce expression with his eyes and mouth open.

Weiss tried to raise his gun, but found that he felt like he had been drained of his strength and couldn't lift it.

Can we just sit back and wait?

In desperation, I saw the young man in black who had been closely protecting Dr. Z holding his large revolver, firing at the window and the broken wall to the west, and the middle-aged man in black also struggled to pick up the spear and plunge into this final battle......

After a while, the gunfire stopped, and the remains of the dead were everywhere inside and outside the wooden house.

Weiss sat down, coughing and coughing, another mouthful of old blood.

Is this the rhythm to hang?

Take a deep breath, exhale deeply, and after two deep breaths, I feel that my breath has calmed down a lot.

Looking around, in addition to Dr. Z's family of three and two men in black, there are only 3 soldiers left on his side and his own soy sauce beater, and all of them have lost half their lives, and there is no need to say more about the fierceness of the battle. The soldiers were treating each other's wounds, and the young men in black were also bandaging the middle-aged men in black, taking off their coats, all of them with broad shoulders and thick shoulders and muscles. Could it be ...... The environment of this world is difficult and dangerous, and the creatures that survive the fittest are exceptionally strong, so the long guns and short guns are all large-caliber, and a bullet blasts past, and the probability of death is higher than that of injury?

Weiss pinched his arms and thighs, well, it seemed to be worse than these muscular men, but he was much stronger than his past self.

Turning back to look at the tallest man, he did not come to life, but lay there motionless, his face had become bloodless.

Thinking of his previous advice, thinking of Luke on the roof, Weiss's mood was heavy, as if even the exhaled breath carried a deep chill.

Next, it was to take this extremely embarrassed team back to the No. 9 shelter on the snowy mountain, and wait for the cruiser to come and connect.

Saying...... What the hell is a corvette? If there were Norman pursuers behind them, the cruisers should be able to kill them or drive them away!

Before Weiss could think about it, one of the warriors exclaimed, "Look! Norman dogs! There are many of them! ”

Weiss's little heart sank suddenly: This Norman Empire is really arrogant enough, sending troops to pursue across the border, and it is reasonable to say that one or two small teams are coming, this is wave after wave without stopping, and it is necessary to drive this side to extermination!

"That's it!" Dr. Z, who had not spoken much, suddenly spoke, "Gentlemen, you have done your best, and if you continue to fight, the result will be all killed." Forget it, since the Norman Empire values my old bones so much, let them take me back and crush me to slag! Please help me take this box away, and bring a message to Mr. President for me, although the military technology of the Free Commonwealth is not comparable to that of the Norman Empire, the soldiers' faith in defending freedom contains endless power, enough to thwart the expansion ambitions of the Norman Empire again and again! Gentlemen, please cherish your freedom, cherish every minute you live for freedom, and fight for freedom! ”

After listening to Dr. Z's words, everyone fell silent.

The young man in black hesitated, but took the box from Dr. Z. The tired and determined young face was full of helplessness and sadness at the moment, and the bright eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

Weiss turned his head to look out the window, and in the woods to the west, twenty or thirty people could be faintly seen preparing to attack.

The Norman soldiers, are they as inexhaustible as those white wolves last night? However, since there is a reserve force, why not send this reserve force to lay the foundation for victory when a wave of flowing attacks is about to be won? This is illogical and contrary to common sense!

Thinking of this, Weiss said in a loud voice: "Don't worry, everyone, I think there is a conspiracy in the enemy's moves!" ”

"Conspiracy? What conspiracy? The injured middle-aged man in black asked vigilantly.

Weiss did not answer, but looked down to search for the "Falcon" that had been replaced earlier, but the sniper rifle was found, but the scope on the gun was broken and could no longer be used.

"Who's looking at telescopes? Well? Weiss asked, looking for his rucksack, but fortunately the house was small and was found at once, and the contents of the rucksack had served as a buffer in the previous explosion, and the binoculars were still intact.

Picking up the binoculars, Weiss carefully observed the movement in the woods to the west, and finally found the clue: "No! Those people are not the same as the soldiers who just attacked us! They cowered, some were studying the guns in their hands, some were holding branches, they didn't look like soldiers, they looked like they were forced to come......"

"Mule driver! It's a muledriver! One of the warriors suddenly replied in a loud voice, "It's a three-day walk from the Norman border, and there's a baron in the team, and they're sure they're going to use snow mules to carry all kinds of equipment and supplies." There will be as many mules as there will be manifold! ”

Hearing this analysis, Weston became excited: "Ha! Buddy! You're such a genius! Quick, let's collect the weapons and ammunition of the enemy soldiers and deal with a group of mulemen, there are more than enough of us! ”

So, everyone happily picked up the enemy's rifles and collected bullets from them, and the young man in black returned the small suitcase to Dr. Z, whispered a few words of reassurance, and joined the ranks of preparing for battle.

"Mr. Long, you are a genius." The soldier who had just been praised by Weiss came over and said, "Seeing that the enemy was gathering troops, we didn't think about anything else, nor did we look closely, and almost gave up the mission on our own initiative." ”

"When encountering problems, you must be calm and learn to think backwards, so that it is not easy to fall for the enemy." Weissdau.

The warrior looked adored: "You are a natural officer, and you will definitely become a good commander!" ”

Weiss didn't his tail, but humbly asked the warrior for advice on how to use the enemy's rifle and how to shoot it.

In terms of construction principle, the standard rifle of the Norman Empire is similar to the "Grumman Burning Stick", but the feel and evaluation are very different, the reason is that the Norman Empire's metallurgy and casting technology is more advanced, the barrel of the same thickness can withstand greater chamber pressure, and the quality of the firing pin is better, so they can make lighter and better rifles, and the Ulster Free Federation can only ensure that its standard rifle does not fall behind in terms of effective range and power by increasing the thickness of the barrel and the volume of the firing pin.

By the time Weiss had almost done his research, the enemy's "Mule Driver Battle Group" had finally begun to attack. At the urging of one or two officers, they rushed out of the woods with their weapons, some guns and some branches similar to the shape of guns. Their straggler formation, tangible but godless, some pull very closely, some overlap front and back, if you run into a skilled shooter, you can hang up two with one bullet!