When Lieutenant Colonel Perandus-Lear led the main force of the guerrilla advance party to the woods where the Norman transport ship crashed, Weiss had already taken the squad that had arrived in advance to count and count the booty. A total of 1,392 boxes of food were carried out by the tribe's warriors - although the distance from the transport ship to the scattered storage point was basically less than 2 miles, and the various equipment and spare tools in the cargo hold were also fully utilized, in terms of the efficiency of manual handling, these strong men from the Ishnir tribal alliance lived up to the sky-high commission offered by Weiss. Although he pried into the safe of the Norman transport ship to "borrow flowers and offer Buddha", if it wasn't for their salary, the gold could have been brought back for other uses, which was still a luxury.

In view of the fact that it was easy to expose the target by lighting a fire at night, Weiss asked the soldiers to open 12 large wooden boxes containing canned meat in advance, so that the officers and men of the 200-mile guerrilla task force could be forced to march for less than a day. It was a special fast meal with only meat, 3 cans per person, and 6 times the normal ration, 9 times the reduced ration, and 12 times the emergency ration. Never before have these Union soldiers been treated in such a way since they left for Lorraine. Even though the cans were cold, they ate them with the same cold kettles, and some of them devoured dates, and within five minutes they were putting these undelicious canned meats into their stomachs......

While the soldiers were feasting, Weiss, who had been resting for most of the day, and Lieutenant Colonel Lear, who had graduated from the Delefig Senior Staff College, discussed the next arrangement very carefully. The idea of setting up a secret camp on the spot came to him, but Weiss also knew that this road was too dangerous: the Normans had lost two flying ships and a large number of personnel and supplies here, and no matter how bad the battle was, they would not easily forget it. If they mobilized troops to launch a large-scale search and exploration of this mountain forest, a team of several thousand people would not be able to hide. Instead of this, they simply mobilized the enthusiasm of the soldiers, let them grit their teeth, overcome difficulties, and bring back these foods in the way of carrying them on their shoulders. Even if the food supply for the two days on the road was doubled, this trip still earned more than ten days of supplies, which not only won precious time, but also dealt a heavy blow to the enemy, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone, why not?

Compared with Weiss's creative head, Lieutenant Colonel Lear has never done anything amazing, but this senior staff officer, who has been down-to-earth and conscientious from the military academy to the army, has an advantage that even Weiss can not boast of, that is, stability. Victory is not arrogant, defeat is not discouraged, not to be happy with things, not to be sad with oneself, stable as a rock. He calmly analyzed the situation, deliberated on the pros and cons, and through quick and accurate calculations and analysis, he came up with a very reasonable plan: 2,400 soldiers were organized into 1,200 two-person teams, they only carried guns and a very small amount of ammunition, and the main energy was to carry wooden boxes, and the rest of the soldiers were responsible for carrying the equipment and ammunition that their companions had brought out, and carried as much food as possible to unpack and scatter, and transport the wounded in empty boxes.

As for the high-priced tribal warriors, Lieutenant Colonel Lear made an offer that Weiss could hardly refuse: instead of letting them go with them to a secret camp and risk their location being exposed, it was better to break up on the spot and give them the agreed pay, but to do them one last favor—if they were to accept the Normans' employment again, they would have to keep silent about what was happening here, and only to tell the Normans that the attackers were far away.

The honor of the tribe's heroes is undoubted, but there is no guarantee that any guy will say anything about it on the side of the Normans. After consulting with Lieutenant Colonel Lear, Weiss hurriedly issued an order to the troops, asking the soldiers to redistribute their belongings in detachments and embark on the return journey as quickly as possible. By the time the team set out, it was less than an hour before dawn, but the fog began to rise in the mountains and forests, and the weather continued to provide them with excellent shelter.

However, the fog looks lighter than the previous day, and lasts for a shorter period of time, perhaps until about 10 a.m. Martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken, if you want to get out of danger, the faster you act, the better.

As always, Weiss was at the front of the team as a senior outpost, and Lieutenant Colonel Lear was at the back of the team. He didn't go far when he suddenly spotted a Norman battleship flying from the direction of Wallens, judging from the battle readings, it seemed to be the cruiser that had been searching and rescuing the Norman crew in this mountain forest.

Before dawn and fog was already rising in the mountains and forests, Weiss ordered the silence and the acceleration of the march backwards, urging the soldiers to leave the "land of right and wrong" as soon as possible. Although the fighters of the guerrilla advance detachment showed a well-trained and unfazed mentality, the enemy ships were dozens of times faster than marching on foot, and in the blink of an eye they were caught behind their buttocks. It flew at a low altitude, and the two searchlight beams shot from the ship, like two sharp steel guns, pierced the pre-dawn darkness and pierced the mist that filled the mountains and forests. As soon as Weiss saw the posture of the enemy ship, he also realized: the enemy really deliberately killed a horse pistol this time!

In this mountain forest, the wreckage of the Norman transport ship is still easy to find. By daytime, its hull had already burned down, and the Normans would have been able to find out for a while when they surveyed the wreckage, but they only had to search the surrounding woods to find traces of thousands of people coming and staying, and then follow the trail, and it would not be long before they caught up with the team—at the moment, they could not expect Tiger Brother and his tribe warriors to stand up and hold the Normans in check.

In the face of the enemy, when there is no way to avoid it, it is more elegant, that is, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, to put it bluntly, the soldiers are bearish, and the bears are in a nest, and if you don't want to be a coward, you have to do it with the enemy!

Weiss asked the soldiers carrying the food to move on, and he ran from the head to the back of the line, ordering the fighters who were responsible for carrying weapons and ammunition to stay behind and strengthen the rearguard. After a while, he met with Lieutenant Colonel Lear, and the two exchanged roles, Lieutenant Colonel Lear led the team to transfer, and Weiss personally led two companies of soldiers in an ambush battle.

In the mountains and forests, in the morning mist, this is Weiss's favorite ambush environment. In his opinion, the primary target of this ambush was not the Norman soldiers, who could follow him at any time, but the Norman cruiser who had visited the place for the second time. Although the fighters of the guerrilla advance detachment did not have anti-aircraft guns in their hands, as long as the cruiser was at a low altitude, they had the opportunity to catch it with mortars and beat it hard......

Half an hour later, a group of Norman soldiers walked into the woods with guns in hand. At this moment, the sky is twilight, and there is no need to use artificial light to find their way, but this morning fog greatly limits their effective sight distance. Standing in the woods, being able to see things ten feet away is considered a good look. Of course, the Normans would not know that even if they were hundreds of feet away, their actions were under the control of their opponents, and what was even more terrifying was that the Norman cruiser not far behind them was also closely monitored by their opponents hiding in the woods.

In a small depression in the woods, the fighters of the Federal Army's guerrilla advance team unfurled three mortars in the shape of a "pin". Weiss made observations and calculations in his special way, and then lowered his voice and said to the gunners: "Guys, listen up, you set the elevation angle of 25-0 and the direction of due north and east of 22-0, prepare for six rapid fires, and then listen to my instructions for -5 fine-tuning, understand?" ”

The gunners did so, of course, and Weiss immediately ran to another mortar position a hundred paces away, where three mortars were also deployed—30 mortars and 1,800 shells brought by the guerrilla advance team from the secret camp, and seventy percent of them were left behind by Weiss for this vital ambush battle.

After a while, Weiss completed the temporary adjustment of the last mortar position, and opened the special vision one after another, so that his energy and physical strength could not keep up, but the Norman cruiser was not a big target, as long as it entered the preset fire circle of each mortar group, it must give a firing command at the right time, a few seconds earlier, a few seconds later, the effect is very different, and it may even produce diametrically opposite results, so Weiss did not dare to slack off, held the flare gun in his hand, and constantly observed and determined the direction of the target.

Whether in war or in peacetime, there are always situations where plans do not keep up with changes, the difference is that any small change in wartime can be related to the life and death of many people, while in peacetime it may only involve financial interests...... Just as Weiss put his finger on the trigger and was about to give the signal to shoot half a minute later, a gun suddenly rang out in the woods ahead! Weiss lowered his gaze, although the red imaginary frame of the woodland had advanced a lot of distance, but it had not yet met the green imaginary frame, which was the result of his assessment of the situation and adjusting the battle line, and the gunfire just now, I don't know if the Norman soldiers found something, or which unlucky guy went wrong, and immediately broke Weiss's plan. The soldiers who were lying in ambush in the woods were nervous or excited at the sound of gunfire, depending on whether they were new to the battlefield or experienced, but either way, they were not given the order to open fire, they kept their positions, let the enemy's bullets fly by, and did not act rashly.

Weiss's mind at this moment, neither too much nervousness, nor excessive excitement, he calmly observed the position of the Norman cruiser, and found that its flight attitude was not affected by the sound of gunfire, so, calmly waited, waited, pulled the trigger, and fired a green flare at its location!

The signal flare is the battle command, and the soldiers who are prostrate on the ground fire one after another in front of them, and the gunners who are squatting in the firing position do not hesitate to place shells into the mortars, and the dense gunfire and cannon sound are intertwined to compose an impassioned guerrilla war song.

The characteristics of the mortar, in addition to the simple structure, easy to carry, and easy maintenance, are the most unique in its large arc ballistics. Trees and ravines in the forest can block bullets, but they will not stop mortar shells from falling on the target area. A group of 21 mortars with 6 rapid-fire rounds means that at least 126 mortar shells were fired in a minute and fell within a radius of about 100 feet, while the Norman cruiser flying close to the treetops was exactly 100 feet long and about 40 feet wide, and even if it only "ate" a quarter or even a fifth of the shells, there were twenty or thirty shells!

How strong can a Norman standard cruiser withstand an attack?

In previous air battles, the Federation fighter had a combat record of "one shot into the soul", that is, a heavy armor-piercing bomb killed this light warship. By weight, a 1000-pound aerial bomb is equivalent to 80 mortar shells, and if it is calculated by charge, it is equivalent to 200 mortar shells. In ground air defense operations, the federal army also had a record of shooting down the Norman army's second-class cruisers, judging by the course of the battle, the medium anti-aircraft guns only needed 3-5 rounds to malfunction the propulsion and steering devices of the enemy ship, and then used 10-15 rounds to disintegrate the enemy's armament, and then ravage the lamb to the slaughter at will...... By weight and charge, roughly 100 mortar shells were capable of taking out a Norman battleship.

If this is a math problem, 20-30 shots per minute will seem to solve the battle in 4-5 minutes.

But this is just a proposition.

Either you die or I die, and the Normans are willing to be captured?