historical track

The rain finally fell in drizzle.

The rainy season of 1916 arrived early.

The German army's strong autumn offensive was suddenly hindered and the pace of the offensive was slowed down. This was exactly what Wang Weiyi knew.

Previously, the results achieved by the supplementary battalion once again shocked the top brass of the German army. In particular, the first trench assault team, commanded by Ernst Brahm himself, miraculously disintegrated an entire French regiment and captured a large number of French troops. This is simply incredible.

His Royal Highness Crown Prince August, the nominal commander-in-chief of the Autumn Offensive, became increasingly curious about Baron Alexson. If Ernst Brahm had performed miracles before, he was not on the battlefield, but now he is. Completely different, he was on the Somme!

How did Ernst Brahm do all this?

The assault team mode used for the first time in actual combat by Captain Ernst Brahm also aroused the curiosity of the German side headed by Crown Prince August. In theory, such tactics can be promoted in the German army. However, it is still somewhat difficult to implement it concretely.

"I have to go to the front line and have a look, Baron von Buecke." August said to his cronies: "I am really curious about Baron Alexson. I met him once in Berlin. It was very interesting. A man. Since the outbreak of the Autumn Offensive, the supplementary battalion he has commanded has achieved unimaginable results. Baron Booker, are you willing to go with me?

"Your Highness, at least we have to wait until the rain stops." Baron Booker looked outside and said, "It has been raining for two days. Let's go tomorrow. The weather may be sunny tomorrow."

August nodded, and then Baron Booker called Major Marison in: "Major, get ready. Your Highness will go to the front line tomorrow. You will command a guard. Don't have too many people to avoid attracting attention. Also, This information must be kept extremely confidential."

"Yes, Baron." Mallison responded expressionlessly.

August will not care about these things. He can't wait to see Ernst Brahm now...

...

The annoying rain was still falling. In the afternoon, the rain finally subsided, but it was not suitable for attacking yet. The supplementary battalion that was assaulting the forefront of all German forces now had to stop its attack and wait for the damn rain to stop.

It is said that Captain Ernst has returned to the regimental headquarters, and the enemy will not attack for the time being anyway.

But they didn't know that Ernst Brahm had returned to the Purple Light Military Base at this time.

I haven't been back for a while, the base is still the same base, and Xiao Ling is still the same Xiao Ling.

He asked Xiao Ling to find a clean military uniform for him to change into, which made him feel much more comfortable. There is a strange feeling now, returning to the base is like coming home.

There are no relatives here. Xiao Ling may barely be regarded as his "relatives".

The second phase of the "Soarer Project" has been launched. Wang Weiyi led the first trench assault team to successfully capture an entire enemy regiment, which was undoubtedly a huge feat.

But frustratingly, mission status: in progress.

In other words, the task is not completed yet.

"What the hell kind of feat is this?" Wang Weiyi couldn't help but mutter.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either." Xiao Ling's answer was still so cold: "Not only has the Soarer Project not moved at all, but the self-transformation and upgrade of the base has also stopped..."

Wang Weiyi always has the idea that once the Ziguang Military Base's self-transformation and upgrade is completed, something very special will definitely happen.

It's just that these things are completely outside of one's control now.

"Did the plane bombing arouse suspicion?"

"Judging from the analysis, there is no suspicion. What appeared over the British was a disguised albatross. Speaking of airplanes, I just received information that the Red Baron has been born in advance."

"Oh?" This aroused Wang Weiyi's curiosity: "The Red Baron was born in advance?"

"Yes, he painted his fuselage bright red instead of the bright red Albatross triplane he flew later. Edifier, I have some worries. History is following some trajectory that we don't know. develop."

Wang Weiyi smiled: "Xiao Ling, actually I have figured it out, it is not that complicated and troublesome. No one can control history, not you, nor me. For example, the Military Intelligence Agency, I killed Pompeiistan, I thought Nikolai can be more honest. Who would have thought that Prince Joachim would directly intervene in the affairs of the Intelligence Agency? This gives me another stronger opponent. As you said, Ernst Bly. When Mu appears, there will inevitably be one less person in this era, so I guess everything is destined."

"I disagree with your blind optimism." Xiao Ling had a rare debate with Wang Weiyi: "A person from the future knows what will happen in the future, and he has the power to change the trajectory of history. This is the most powerful thing. scary."

"Really? Do you really think so?" Wang Weiyi poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip: "When I attacked the 178th French Regiment, you helped me make the most rigorous analysis and helped me determine The most rigorous fighting time and evacuation time, but did you expect that the French would surrender? A battle that should have been extremely difficult suddenly became so easy."

Xiao Ling fell silent. She had to admit that what happened on the battlefield was completely beyond her control. After a while, she said: "Maybe this is the human emotion that I can't understand."

Wang Weiyi smiled. It was impossible for Xiao Ling to understand human emotions. At this time, he discovered what information Xiao Ling was organizing before, and he was a little curious: "What are you looking at there?"

"I will be bored too." Xiao Ling's voice was angry: "Now that the fighting has stopped temporarily, I will organize the spy information of various countries in World War I."

Will Xiao Ling be equally bored? Wang Weiyi's heart skipped a beat, how could this be possible? How can a computer get "bored"? Boredom, this is an emotion that only humans can have!

However, such thoughts only passed by for a moment. It was difficult for Wang Weiyi to understand everything about Xiao Ling. He glanced at the spy lists and found many names that he was familiar with or unfamiliar with, and his eyes fell on one at random. Name: "Professor of Archeology? Who is this person?"

"Britain's most senior spy, a German, was developed into a British spy in 1910. He lurked for a long time and was not exposed until the end of the war. Codename: Professor of Archeology."

"Where's your real name?"

"Karl Cohen Marrison."