In a trance, Weiss felt that he was on a river beach that seemed very familiar. There were two boys in front of him: the oldest was fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was in his academic year. He had brown hair and white skin, handsome facial features, and a little adult. The youngest was only seven or eight years old, and he was just a yellow-mouthed child, with black hair and yellow skin, and his appearance was plain, seemingly ignorant, but stubborn. The old boy held an old-fashioned musket and gave a serious explanation and demonstration. The little boy listened carefully and learned seriously, but his size was the same as the musket. He fired the first shot alone because he couldn't bear the recoil of the musket. The big boy did not gloat or ridicule and mocked him, but pulled him up with a look of relief and patted his shoulder to show encouragement...

In the sensory impact like a whirlpool of storm, Weiss then fell into another scene. On the platform of the train station, the big boy had grown into a handsome handsome young man. He was wearing a decent dress, holding a gentleman's hat in one hand and a suitcase in the other, with a firm expression and full of confidence. Among the crowd, there was a young man with black hair and yellow skin. Weiss looked so familiar. He was wearing similar clothes and the same material. He looked at the young man with admiration, watching him wave goodbye to everyone, and boarded the car and left...

In the next scene, the handsome young man was wearing a white shirt and black pants, with fluffy hair and open collar. He was busy on the workbench specially used to draw drawings. His fingers were dyed black with pencils, and his facial skin looked dry and rough. However, in his bright eyes, there was a kind of talented brightness. In this picture, the taller boy stood by the door in neat clothes and watched him work quietly. His unkempt appearance not only did not reduce the little boy's respect, but left a deep impression on his ignorant consciousness...

The next scene is in the hall of Klumber-Hisen Castle. The decoration has not changed, but everything is newer than what Weis saw later. The Lord and a few men in dresses sat on the sofa, their faces were gloomy. The Lord's wife sat by the window and shed tears alone. The little boy was holding a little girl shorter than him. She looked at the adults in the living room at a loss behind the railing on the second floor, her eyes full of confusion...

In a trance, Weis seemed to see the young man again. His originally handsome face was engraved with traces of the vicissitudes of time, his clear eyes became deep, and all his flamboyant temperaments were restrained and mature and wise.

Is it you...Brother...

A voice from the bottom of his heart made Weiss receive cardiopulmonary resuscitation like a drowning person, and instantly woke up from the deep, endless dream. When he opened his eyes, his vision blurred. After a moment, his visual senses adapted to the environment again and found that he was still in a dim and noisy environment.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

This series of problems made Weiss sweat in a cold sweat. Fortunately, his thinking quickly returned to normal. He remembered his previous experience, the huge explosion, and the situation at this time. He struggled to get up, but found that he had no strength in his body, and his limbs and torso had almost no sense. Damn, could he be seriously injured and paralyzed in the explosion?

Weiss took two deep breaths and spoke with all his strength, "Hey, is anyone?"

The first time no one responded, and found that he could speak, Weiss was a little optimistic. He then shouted again, and soon heard someone say in Ulster, "It seems that there are our people here!"

After a while, several figures appeared in Weiss's sight. They moved the broken and collapsed pipe and rescued the lucky guy. After the on-site inspection by the medical staff, he had scratches and scratches on his body, and his head and organs were subjected to strong shocks and shocks. There may be internal bleeding, but overall there will not be too much problem. Rest for a while, it should be cured.

How long does it take to cultivate for a while? Should you feel glad to be able to stay away from the frontline, away from killing and death?

Weis was thinking randomly while waiting for the stretcher to arrive. The violent explosion that made him faint was indeed caused by the blasting of the Federal officers and soldiers from the outside of the warship. The blasting point they chose was more than ten meters away from the location where Weis and Keith were previously. If it were closer, even if he had the tenacious vitality of a mouse, it would be difficult to survive.

Thinking of Case, Weiss struggled to sit up, looked around, and there was no trace. He asked the Federal soldiers to help search, but did not find anything nearby. Could it be that he avoided the explosion and followed the friendly soldiers who broke into the wall to attack? If that was the case, he would be too uninvited and left himself here without paying attention? Or maybe he was fainted by the bomb, and was discovered by the Federal soldiers and carried out for treatment. This speculation seems more logical?

The battlefield was messy and it was common to get separated from comrades. It was all based on luck. Weiss simply didn't think about it so much. Soon, several federal soldiers either supported or carried them and sent three wounded soldiers down. Taking advantage of the medical staff bandaging and treatment, Weiss asked one of the soldiers who had been injured on the leg about the battle situation on the ship and learned that the Federal troops entering the warship from the stern of the ship had already attacked the second floor, but the Normans' resistance was very fierce. Every time the Federal troops captured a fork or went up and down the stairs, they had to pay a considerable price. As for the federal officers and soldiers who boarded the ship from the entrance of the ship, the soldier said that they had not encountered it yet and did not know the specific situation.

In addition to the overall situation and safety of his comrades, Weiss was most concerned about the artificial star source stone manufacturing machine on the Norman warship. Following the path he had walked, the cabin was on the second floor from bottom to top, which was the position where the Federal Army and the Normans competed fiercely.

The Federal soldier said that he was unaware of the cabin with dozens of machines that Weis said. After he finished speaking, a series of explosions suddenly occurred on the ship, and the entire warship was trembling violently. However, this situation reminded people of not a few beasts who wanted to break free from the chains fighting hard, but a beast that was hit by a fatal blow, who knew that his death was approaching and he struggled desperately.

On such a Norman battleship, a large amount of ammunition should be stored in the ammunition depots everywhere, and the explosion inside the warship may affect the entire ship at any time. In the face of huge danger, Weiss did not care about the pain and sorrow all over his body. He followed the medical soldiers and wounded through the passage that exploded on the outer wall of the warship and came to the trench outside the ship.

The explosion came suddenly and lasted for a short time. After a while, black smoke surged out from the hole wounds in various parts of the warship and the open-air cannon positions on the side. After this, although the outside of the hull had not changed significantly, the internal situation was definitely not much better. In Weiss's view, the explosion was probably because the Normans detonated the explosives pre-buried under the artificial star-source stone machine. The reason why they temporarily connected was probably because they were worried about accidental explosions due to line problems. Just now, those who were fighting against the Federation

For the military, all machines worth a thousand gold may have been damaged. The secret technology of the Normans in making artificial star source stones will continue to "insulate" the outside world. This scene made Weiss, who was once in it, feel extremely regretful. If he had known that there would be such an "accidental", he would have adjusted his combat plan. Even if he paid twice, three times or even greater, he would have to seize and save those machines. Unfortunately, he is not a prophet, nor does he have the secret skills to penetrate time, so he can only watch the opportunity slip away from his fingers.

Compared with the beginning of the battle, the intensity and density of the Norman warship's external shooting had been significantly weakened, and the rumbling artillery fire on the battlefield was also sparse. The stretcher team had not arrived for a long time, so Weiss had to sit in the trench and watch the battle close together with the wounded. With the retirement of time, the wounds withdrawn from the warship continued to increase, and the news they brought showed that the Federal Army that boarded the ship had made progress smoother after the explosion in the front. They quickly seized the second and third layers of the warship from the bottom to the top and began to attack the fourth and upper decks.

Weiss had only been half an hour away from the ship, and the main gun on the Norman warship was completely silenced, which means that the Federal Army that boarded the ship had approached or reached the main gun passage. This was a welcome progress, but the battle surrounding the Norman warship also reached an extremely subtle key node - if both sides fought around the main gun passage, whether the Normans were intentional or accidental, the extreme situation of the explosion of the main ammunition depot could occur. In this way, not only will the entire warship be blown to the sky, but the federal officers and soldiers who invaded the warship, as well as those stranded in the surrounding trenches, will become the burial objects of this warship!

Surviving is fate, and being bombed into slag is also fate. Weisping stayed calmly in the trench, waiting for the final verdict of fate. Soon, he saw Captain Hartbauer being supported and sent down, and quickly greeted: "Hey, Ruoao, look at who I am! I didn't expect we would meet here!"

Hartbauer's head was opened with a hemostatic bandage wrapped around his right arm, and his legs were touched, and the right half looked basically scrapped. Seeing Weis sitting in the trench like an old man, he shouted, "Hey, Long, you are still alive! Hey, it's great to see you here! After this battle, as long as we are alive, the gold medal of freedom will definitely not run away! If you are lucky, you will directly change from agent to official, and as for me, it's not a problem to be promoted to the Army Major!"

After the half-dead guy sat down beside him, Weis hurriedly asked him if he knew what the previous explosion was and if it happened in a cabin on the penultimate floor.

"Well... it seems like that!" Hartbauer replied, "At that time we were forced back to the port of the ship by the Normans. The explosion occurred in the lower cabin, which should be what you call the penultimate floor. Then we met with friendly forces and heard that it was the Normans who detonated explosives, as if they were to blow up some important facilities so that they would not fall into our hands."

After the real hammer was hit, Weiss sighed helplessly: "What a pity!"

"What a pity?" Hartbauer was puzzled.

Weiss turned to look at his ignorant face and squeezed out a bitter expression: "If I told you that the Normans had blown up the artificial star-source stone maker, would you go crazy?"

Hartbauer stared at him and opened his mouth, but his expression moved and pulled the wound, causing him to grin.

"Forget it!" Weis waved his hand, "I am lucky if I get it, but I am lucky if I lose it."

As for the current war situation, the value of an artificial star source stone manufacturing machine is far more valuable than that of an old Norman warship. It passed by the opportunity to become a war hero. Even if Hartbauer was unwilling to accept it, he could only beat his chest and stamp his feet.

So, two frustrated men sat shoulder to shoulder in the trench, waiting for their comrades to complete the battle to seize the ship. Time passed by minute by minute, and after about a quarter of an hour, the sound of gunfire on the ship gradually subsided. Just as Weiss and Hartbauer were about to celebrate, another group of wounded people were sent down. One of the non-commissioned officers revealed that this was just a suspension of fire exchange-the Normans on the ship demanded a ceasefire negotiation.

"They must be delaying time!" cried a middle-aged officer whose neck, shoulders and waist and abdomen were almost mummified, "Don't trust the Normans! You must not trust them!"

"We won't believe the Normans!" said the non-commissioned officer with a heartfelt heart. "We will only order them to surrender within ten minutes, otherwise they will be killed all of them and will never show mercy."

"What are their conditions?" asked the middle-aged officer.

The non-commissioned officer replied, "Sorry, if I were not like this, I would definitely follow our battalion commander to negotiate with the Normans."

Weiss and Hartbauer looked at each other. The Normans' cleverness and cunning in power schemes and strategies are well known. They naturally rely on the truce negotiations and will never be settled so easily.

Ten minutes passed, and since there was no news of the Normans disarming, and there was no news of the negotiations breaking and re-exchanging fire. Instead, the number of federal officers and soldiers who passed through the battlefield surrounded the Norman warships was increased a lot. According to Weiss' estimate, by this time, the federal army entering the warship had more than a thousand, and there was a regiment outside, with combat power much stronger than the Normans surviving on the ship. To fight, the Normans would undoubtedly lose. The reason why they proposed a ceasefire negotiation was simply to save the lives of the surviving officers and soldiers, and could be used as bargaining chips for ceasefire negotiations was undoubtedly the warship itself.

Seven or eight minutes later, a messenger suddenly appeared at the gun position on the side of the battleship. He shouted loudly: "Be careful of everyone! No shooting is allowed without orders! Close the insurance and avoid fire!"

Immediately afterwards, several commanders left the ship from the stern of the ship and conveyed instructions to the troops surrounding the warships.

This surprising instruction was eventually passed to the wounded soldiers: the two sides reached a ceasefire agreement, and the Normans left safely under disarmament on the condition of not detonating the ammunition depot.

In other words, the Normans controlled the ammunition depot on the ship and had the ability to detonate it at any time. As long as the federal army let them go safely, they would hand over the battleship.

Logically speaking, this is a reasonable deal. However, with the usual Norman thinking, the lives of just a few hundred officers and soldiers are really worthy of such a battleship? Weiss's eyelids twitched, thinking that this matter was not very reliable.

The agreement was reached and the order was conveyed, and the Federal Army seemed to be serious. Soon, several federal soldiers retreated from the stern of the ship, and then the Norman soldiers also came out of the slash. When they saw the Normans, the nearby federal soldiers picked up rifles one after another, and many people subconsciously pushed the bullets onto the load. The sound of the bolts suddenly became tense. The Norman soldiers either supported each other, or carried the injured, and then left the ship silently headed west, that is, the Norman Empire. Seeing this scene, the federal officers neither stopped nor issued orders, but just looked at the Normans coldly, guarding against any bad behaviors.

In this nearly solidified atmosphere, hundreds of Normans left the ship one after another. Judging from their outfits, most of them were crew members, and there were very few marine soldiers. Looking at the loose Norman team, Weiss suddenly had a bold idea in his head: the military discipline of the Norman army has always been very strict. If these Normans gave up warships in order to survive, even if they could return to the Norman Empire alive, they would have a harsh or even cruel punishment. What is the point of doing this? On the other hand, the Normans gave up warships must be to protect people or things more important than warships. Since they left in a disarming state, the object of protection should be people - for example, experts, engineers, technicians, or royal members and generals who are incapable of losing their power.

What kind of truth will be?

"Hey, man, help me get up!" Weiss asked for help from a federal soldier not far away. The young soldier walked over and looked at his neckline and helped him decisively. With his support, Weiss staggered towards the stern of the ship. A federal officer guarded there with his soldiers, maintaining order and counting the number.

"Hey man, I'm the 11th Defense Department's combat staff..."

Weiss greeted the officer, and when he turned his head, he said that he could omit his self-introduction, because this man was a deputy of the captain battalion of the 193rd Regiment, and he recognized Weiss at the first time and quickly responded: "Acting Captain Klumber Heisen, you are..."

"There is a problem here, and we must stop it..."

Having said this, Weiss was suddenly stunned because at the stern of the ship, he saw a face, a face that emerged from the depths of his memory. Although this is the memory of the host, and he had never seen this person with his own eyes, under the light of the searchlight, he was sure that this was that person!

There seemed to be a wonderful telepathy. The man suddenly stood still, his eyes passed over the officers and soldiers on both sides, and fell on Weiss' face. His eyes met, each with a moment of hesitation. Then, Weiss saw him picking up the corners of his mouth and blinking at himself.

"What did you say? Acting Captain, what you meant just now..." The deputy captain battalion on the side was puzzled by Weis's words that came to an abrupt end. He asked repeatedly, but Weis stood blankly and confused. When he came to his senses, the deputy captain battalion had refocused his attention on the Normans.
Chapter completed!