The rain finally drizzled.

The rainy season of 1916 arrived early.

The German strong autumn offensive was hindered at once, and the pace of the offensive was slowed down, all of which was exactly the same as what Wang Weiyi knew.

Previously, the results of the supplementary battalion once again shocked the top German troops. Especially the First Assault Squad of the Trench Commander Ernst Blem himself, magically dismantled a whole regiment of the French and captured a large number of French troops, which was simply incredible.

The nominal commander-in-chief of the fall offensive, the Crown Prince August became increasingly curious about Baron Alexander. If the miracle created by Ernst Bleme before was not on the battlefield, but now it is completely different. He is in the Somme River!

How exactly did Ernst Bryme do all this?

The assault squad model used by Captain Ernst Bleme for the first time in actual combat also aroused the curiosity of the German military led by Crown Prince August. Theoretically, such tactics can be promoted in the German army, but it is still difficult to implement them in detail.

"I have to go to the front line, Baron von Booker." August said to his confidant: "I'm so curious about Baron Alexander. I've met him in Berlin, a very interesting person. Since the autumn offensive broke out, the supplementary battalion he commanded has created unimaginable results. Baron Booker, would you like to go with me?"

"Your Highness, at least you have to wait for the rain to stop." Baron Booker looked outside: "It has been raining for two days. Tomorrow, the weather may be sunny tomorrow."

Augustus nodded, and then Baron Booker called Major Marison in: "Major, prepare for it. 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 news must be kept particularly confidential."

"Yes, Baron." Marison responded expressionlessly.

August won't care too much about these things. He can't wait to see Ernst Bryme now...

......

The upsetting rain was still falling. In the afternoon, the rain was finally a little lighter, but it was not suitable for attack. The supplementary battalion, which was at the forefront of all German troops, now had to stop the attack, waiting for the damn rain to stop.

Captain Ernst is said to have returned to the regiment headquarters, and the enemy will not attack for the time being.

But they didn't know that Ernst Blame returned to the Tsinghua Military Base at this time.

Sometimes I didn’t come back, and the base was still the same as before, and Xiaoling was still the same as before.

I asked Xiaoling to find a clean military uniform for himself, which made me feel much more comfortable. Now I feel a strange feeling that returning to the base is like going home.

There is no relative here, so Xiaoling may be considered his "relative".

The second phase of the "Soarer Plan" has been launched. Wang Weiyi led the first assault team of the trench to successfully capture a whole enemy regiment, which is undoubtedly a great merit.

But what is frustrating is that the task state: in progress.

That is to say, the task has not been completed.

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

"Don't ask me, I don't know." Xiaoling's answer was still so cold: "Not only did the Soarer Plan at all, but the self-renovation and upgrading of the base have also stopped..."

Wang Weiyi always has an idea that once the self-renovation and upgrading of the Unigroup Military Base is completed, something very special will definitely happen.

But now these things are completely out of your controllable range.

"Did the plane bombing raise suspicion?"

"From the analysis, there was no suspicion. The disguised albatross appeared over the British. Speaking of the plane, I just got an information that the Red Baron was born in advance."

"Oh?" This aroused Wang Weiyi's curiosity: "Has the Red Baron been born early?"

"Yes, he painted his fuselage in a big red color, not the big red Albatros three-winged fighter he would later drive. I have some worries that history is moving on some trajectory we don't know."

Wang Weiyi smiled: "Xiao Ling, I actually figured it out, there is no such complicated and troublesome thing. No one can control history, and I can't do it. For example, the Military Intelligence Bureau, I killed Pompestein and thought that Nicholas would be more honest. Who would have thought that Prince Joachim would directly interfere in the Intelligence Bureau's affairs, which gave me another stronger opponent. As you said, when Ernst Breme appeared, one person would have to be missing in this era, so I think everything is destined."

"I don't agree with your blind optimism." Xiaoling rarely debated with Wang Weiyi: "A person from the future knows what will happen in the future, and he has the power to change the track of history. This is the most terrifying thing."

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

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

Wang Weiyi smiled. It is unlikely that Xiaoling would understand the human feelings. At this time, he found out that Xiaoling was organizing some information before, and was a little curious: "What are you looking at there?"

"I will be bored too." Xiaoling was displeased in his voice: "The battle has stopped for the time being. I will organize spy information from various countries during World War I."

Xiaoling will be just as bored? Wang Weiyi's heart skipped a beat. How could this be possible? How could a computer feel "bored"? Boring, this is a feeling that only humans can have!

However, such thoughts flashed by. It was difficult for Wang Weiyi to understand everything about Xiaoling. He glanced at the list of those spies and found many names he knew or was not familiar with, and his eyes fell on one name: "Professor of Archaeology? Who is this person?"

"The most senior British spy, the German, was developed into a British spy in 1910. He was lurking for a long time and was not exposed until the end of the war. The code name is Professor of Archaeology."

"Where is the real name?"
Chapter completed!