"Notz, even if the upper class gives you the right to make a quick decision, if Dr. Franz dies here or is taken away by me, your life will probably not be saved, let alone your personal future. I am right?"

When he said this, Weiss stared at Lieutenant Norts. The burly Norman officer seemed to be well-equipped, but neither his reaction nor decisiveness had reached the first-class level. Otherwise, he would have been entrusted with an important task rather than doing such a thankless errand.

The other party saw through the intention, Lieutenant Noets's face turned green and red. He was both annoyed and felt that he couldn't hold on to his face, but this was not the most important thing. What should he do next? He must be thinking and struggling in pain.

Seeing that the opportunity had matured, Weiss said: "My death is insignificant, but Dr. Franz's life is more important than everyone present combined. Therefore, I suggest that you carefully consider my request... exchange Dr. Franz's life for Nicholas' freedom!"

Lieutenant Notts was hesitating until his eyes met Dr. Franz's angry eyes, and then he ordered the soldiers behind him to bring Nicholas over.

After about three minutes, a team of Norman soldiers rushed Nicholas to the experimental area. Lieutenant Notts signaled them to stop a little further and walked towards the rail alone, standing at a place more than ten steps away from Weiss.

"This transaction can only be achieved if Dr. Franz's safety is ensured." He deliberately lowered his voice. Obviously, the fact of "deal" is very likely to become a "lesion" that he criticized every time he promotes, so he does not want the soldiers behind him to hear it.

Weiss sneered: "Dr. Franz's safety depends on you, not me."

Lieutenant Notts frowned: "How to change it?"

"Dr. Franz and I left the aircraft and walked over. At the same time, Nicholas got on the aircraft. As soon as she left, I released Dr. Franz." Weiss replied.

Lieutenant Noets thought for a while: "You stay?"

Weiss deliberately mocked himself: "A person like me who is insignificant, it doesn't matter whether he stays or not."

"It was because I underestimated you that I was now a damn situation." Lieutenant Notts said gritting his teeth.

Seeing that Nichola, who was closely guarded by Norman soldiers, was nothing unusual, Weiss grabbed Franz's arm and asked the thin old man back from the cabin of the aircraft. While walking away from the aircraft, he said to Lieutenant Noots in a commanding tone: "Let Nicholas come here!"

Lieutenant Notts hesitated for a moment and ordered: "Let her come here!"

Under the guns of the Norman soldiers, Nicholas walked slowly to the vicinity. She looked at Weiss with an incredible look, and at his signal, she quickly entered the cabin of the aircraft - although the standard configuration is three crew members, one person can complete the operation when flying normally.

Thanks to the research over the past few days, Weiss and Nicholas have basically figured out the performance structure of this Norman aircraft and roughly knew how to control them, but they did not have real flight experience at once. Therefore, Weiss deliberately delayed a little time so that Nicholas could be as familiar with the operating layout in the cockpit as possible. After a while, Nicholas successfully started the engine. In addition to providing power to the propeller, the "Iron Bird" engine was also converted into electricity, which made the artificial star source stone continue to generate floating force. Once the engine stopped, the battery could only output about ten minutes of emergency power.

"Dragon! We can leave!" Nicholas called, "Come here!"

Weiss understood what she meant. If Dr. Franz could be brought back with the aircraft, it would be no less than a battle-level victory for the Federation, but before they could move, the Normans, led by Lieutenant Nott, raised their guns together - they could not accept Dr. Franz being taken away in front of their eyes.

If these dozens of guns fired together, Weiss and Dr. Franz would not be able to escape, and Nicholas would not be safe. So Weiss put aside his luck and made up his mind: "Nicolah, my good brother, listen to me... For the sake of the overall situation, you must leave! Don't worry about me, I will act according to the opportunity!"

Nicholas shouted: "They dare not shoot! Let's go together!"

"I can! We can!" Lieutenant Notts shouted almost crazy. At this moment, as long as he gave his order, the Norman soldiers present should not hesitate at all.

Weiss stood there with Dr. Franz without moving, and even turned his head: "Listen to me, Nicholas, believe me... Go! Don't waste my hard work!"

At this critical moment, reason must overcome emotions. Even though Nicholas shed tears, she still took off at the same time.

As soon as the aircraft left, Lieutenant Notts shouted at Weiss: "Lorraines, fulfill your promise!"

As soon as Nicholas left, Weiss felt half relieved. The reason for the fact that he was still half was not because he was in an unknown situation, but because he was concerned about the safety of Somsonas's brothers, the members of the Klumber Heisen family. If he killed Dr. Franz at all costs, regardless of whether he sacrificed his life or not, the Normans might retaliate in a daze.

Weiss let go of Dr. Franz's hand and slowly retreated, but the muzzle of the rifle was still aimed at his head.

"Nutts, please give me a message to your master... A group of people with a spirit of freedom flowing in their blood will not succumb to coercion and temptation. I am the best example. Therefore, I advise you to return to your future as soon as possible and stop this war that will not have a good result!"

At this critical moment, Dr. Franz was still standing in place, and the Norman soldiers opposite him did not move. Only Weiss slowly retreated to the hanging rail. The structure here was like a small dock. The aircraft took off along the hanging rail, and there was a hook under the hanging rail for the aircraft to return to the flying ship. Probably since Weiss fired the cabin, the flying ship was constantly lowering its height. Judging from the visual situation, it was only about a thousand feet above the ground, that is, three to four hundred meters high. Before Lieutenant Notts could speak, Weiss turned around resolutely, ran, and then jumped out of the open position.

There was no parachute or buffer, so I jumped out and fell freely.

The wind whistles in my ears, which is more pleasurable than galloping on horseback; the enemy is left far behind, even if they shoot now, it is impossible to stop such a body running towards freedom.

Weiss spread his arms and spread his legs so that he could maintain balance during this rapid fall. Although he could not fly like a bird, he could obtain a certain horizontal movement force, which would affect the changes in the landing position. It was not cold winter at this time, with thick snow all over the ground. The miracles of the Monamorin Mountains could not be copied, nor was it a season of harvest. There were haystacks everywhere in the fields, and it seemed that only when they fell into the water would there be hope for survival.

The lakes in the Lorraine mountains are like gems dotted on the earth. From the sky, they are shining brightly; the winding streams, overlooking from the sky, are also beautiful scenery. Weiss has never felt that he is so broad and beautiful in the hometown of this world...

Under the influence of gravity, he quickly descended, and his speed became faster and faster. The last few seconds before landing, perhaps in the last few seconds of this world, if he died unfortunately, everything would end. Although there were many regrets in this short career, there were also many proud fragments and interesting moments, which were hard but fulfilling, wonderful and full.

Below was a forest with lush branches and leaves, with rippling waves at the end. Weiss began to curl up and use his relatively hard parts to welcome the upcoming collision. He was like a ball thrown by a sharpshooter, passing through layers of branches and leaves, and falling into the lake water at the edge of the woods. The sparse mud bed provided him with the final buffer.

Despite the inexplicable coldness of his body, all the meridians seemed to be frozen, and he could not even be sure whether he had survived or at the last moment before his death, Weiss's state of mind was unprecedentedly quiet. From picking up a plate to attack the guards, to Nicholas flying away from the plane, and jumping out of the hatch of the flying ship, scenes quickly flowing in his mind, it seemed that this was still a beautiful battle in a desperate situation. Then, his thoughts began to go back, from a short time at the Klumber-Hesen factory to the last battle of fighting, all the choices and responses formed a helpless and clear conscience-like route; in Lorraine's guerrilla, decisive death in Ao City, endurance in the enemy camp, and in the north, it was like an eagle hitting the sky, tempering the steel.

No regrets about youth!

Maybe after a minute or two, maybe just a few dozen seconds, or even shorter, Weiss suddenly sat up, coughed violently, and subconsciously wiped his face with his hands, shook the mud and regained his sight. His hands could still be used, his legs could move, and he could still feel the whole body. Even if the huge pain came like a tsunami, the fire of hope was still burning in his chest!

However, the feeling of gratitude lasted for a moment. The blood on the water surface, the heartache from the legs, feet, shoulders and neck, and the reality that he wanted to stand but couldn't stand up, made him have a rational and calm judgment of his situation: except for survival, everything else is not great!

Just as Weis was in a state of confusion, a roar from far to near came from the air. When he looked up, he saw a black Norman fighter jet. Could it be Nicholas?

Weiss narrowed his eyes and wanted to identify the target's identity, but his body's weakness and excessive pain made him unable to continue. He saw the black shadow circling lowering the height and slowing down his speed. In the cabin where he opened the hatch, there was a fair face. He vaguely heard Nicholas calling his name.

Out of his usual vigilance, Weis looked into the distance, and the Normans' flying ship was also in sight. It was believed that the enemy would arrive soon. Although he was eager to return to the federal front and did not want to become a prisoner of the Normans again, he still shouted: "Don't worry about me, go quickly!"

But this weak sound cannot penetrate the engine noise at all. The black shadow quickly landed on the lakeside - the short-range take-off and landing capability brought by artificial star source stone technology is an incomparable feature of this advanced fighter.
Chapter completed!