"Wang Weiyu felt for the first time that he had the potential to be insane.
Despite the support of three powerful tanks, they were still facing the enemy forces of an entire battalion. Only a madman would think of launching an attack with just two people.
But Wang Weiyu had no time to consider much. Since the task of holding position at Point B was impossible to complete, he might as well leave behind a reputation of madness in this era.
Attack! Attack!!
Leave behind the most brilliant reputation with the most insane assault.
The three tanks resembled monsters on the battlefield, baring their ferocious fangs, ready to tear through any obstacles ahead at their master's command!
Now there was only one question, with three powerful tanks suddenly appearing, it was only a matter of time before they attracted the attention of the high commands of England, France, and Germany. How would it end then?
Wouldn't it cause massive destruction to the fabric of time and space?
But these questions were no longer in Wang Weiyu's considerations. For someone who was on the brink of death, what did it matter if the sky fell?
A plane appeared in the sky, a German reconnaissance aircraft flying low, its target was the position of the demolished Prince of Solberg's camp.
After hovering above for a while, the plane quickly left the area...
Wang Weiyu, Guo Yunfeng, and the three tanks remained hidden in a safe place, quietly waiting there. Attempting a breakout in broad daylight would be tantamount to suicide.
Success could only be possible under the cover of darkness.
The distant sound of gunfire kept ringing out, perhaps the British were launching an attack? But they could never have imagined that, while they were attacking, two daring individuals were also launching an assault deep in their territory.
It was the ultimate irony for the British.
Guo Yunfeng kept watch from a high ground, fortunately, there was no sight of the British throughout. This reassured Wang Weiyu a lot.
The sky gradually darkened...
Suddenly, Wang Weiyu thought of something, then cursed himself for his stupidity. Damn it, why hadn't he thought of getting himself into the tank?
He contacted Xiao Ling, who clearly told him that it was possible, but the tanks dispatched by the base could only be entered by a Wanderer, Guo Yunfeng wouldn't have that "privilege"...
...
"The Prince of Solberg's camp under Major John's command has collapsed?" Colonel Cardington of the 19th Infantry Regiment of Wales was somewhat surprised to hear this news.
Are there still Germans in this area?
"Yes, Colonel," nodded his deputy, Captain Mason, "We just received the news as well. The specific situation is not very clear yet, but it is said that the Germans used tanks, which caused heavy casualties to Major John's forces."
Tanks? Colonel Cardington sneered.
Tanks were first used by the British. Although they initially achieved some success, the subsequent results were unsatisfactory. Tanks were by no means omnipotent weapons.
Major John was just too proud, and the Prince of Solberg's camp had never suffered any failures before. Pride and carelessness might be the real reasons for his failure.
"Colonel, do you think the Germans will launch an attack here?"
"Unless they're mad," Colonel Cardington almost laughed out loud, but then remembered that it would damage the dignity of an officer, and solemnly said:
"Only a madman would do such a thing. From my personal judgment, it's just a small German squad left on the battlefield, and their numbers won't be too many. Even if they have tank support, they absolutely can't attack an intact regiment. Captain, as an officer, you should be cautious, but not overly worried."
"Yes, Colonel."
As Colonel Cardington said, tanks were not omnipotent weapons, but one thing was certain: suddenly appearing three tanks far ahead of their time on such a battlefield would cause devastating casualties!
Wang Weiyu was sure of this!
The sky was completely dark, and the lazy moon hung in the sky, lazily watching the ground.
Under the moonlight, three monsters suddenly appeared, and even the moon widened its eyes in disbelief, as if it couldn't believe what it saw on the ground.
The earth trembled slightly, and the three Type B tanks arrogantly moved forward.
Only one person followed behind the tanks—Guo Yunfeng!
Wang Weiyu in the tank stared ahead tightly, gripping an MG13 machine gun firmly in his hands. Xiao Ling's voice sounded in his ears:
"Target approaching, arriving at the battlefield in fifteen minutes."
"Xiao Ling, I have a strange question. If I survive this time, how would you disguise the appearance of the Type B tank on the battlefield?"
"Of course, there's a way, but for now, you don't need to worry about it. If you manage to survive, you'll have to solve this problem yourself. But from my judgment, no matter how good the disguise is, it will still have an impact on the fabric of time and space. As for the extent of the impact, I don't know..."
Wang Weiyu blinked, "Will World War I end with a German victory?"
"Impossible." Xiao Ling's answer was decisive, "Your appearance will change some things that have already happened, but it will not change the ultimate course of history. Otherwise..."
"Otherwise it will be a time and space catastrophe." Wang Weiyu already knew what Xiao Ling would say, "Time and space catastrophe, time and space catastrophe. Right, during the day you said you couldn't start the base, worried about exposure, what about now? Why can't you start it now? Can't you pick me up on such a night?"
Xiao Ling suddenly fell silent.
"Damn it, why?" Wang Weiyu suddenly thought of this question, and the doubt in his heart grew.
It was understandable that he couldn't be picked up during the day, but what about at night? Couldn't he be picked up then? Or was there something Xiao Ling hadn't told him?
"Xiao Ling?"
But Xiao Ling still didn't answer him, which made Wang Weiyu quite angry.
"Target approaching, arriving at the battlefield in five minutes." Xiao Ling's voice finally came through, "Wanderer, please focus your attention on the battlefield, not on those trivial matters."
Trivial matters? This concerns my life! Wang Weiyu was annoyed, but what more could he say to Xiao Ling?
"Weapon systems activated, MG13 machine gun of Type B tank operated by Wanderer personally. Weapon calibration in progress... Breitdagger cannon intact... MG13 machine gun intact... Ready to fire... Waiting for Wanderer to initiate..."
All right, you win, Xiao Ling!
Wang Weiyu thought helplessly. Now, he could only focus all his attention on the 19th Infantry Regiment of Wales."