Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

Under Weiss's calm and calm control, the KT semi-automatic rifle manufactured at the Clumberg-Haissen factory constantly emitted a rhythm of death. The recoil of the 1.4 PIR caliber pointed bullet was nothing to his current body - although he had lost weight again and again from months of hard life, he was still much stronger than he was when the Monamolin Mountains were in danger of snow, the harsh military school life and the brutal military life forged his physique, and the extremely difficult guerrilla warfare made his mental will extremely strong.

Boom...... Boom...... Click!

The crisp sound of metal colliding reminds the cold and sharp shooter that the bullets in the magazine have been exhausted. Weiss quickly withdrew his upper body into the foxhole, changing magazines while asking his communications soldier and observer, "Is there any new news from Command?" ”

The young guerrilla fighter replied dryly: "No! Nothing news! Captain! ”

After loading the bullets, Weiss probed and looked at it, and said to himself: "The battle on the periphery of the pass seems to be over, I don't know what the situation of the 3rd detachment is." ”

His younger brother whispered, "I hope everything goes well." ”

More than a dozen miles away, east of the pass, deep in the snow forest, the guerrilla fighters of the 3rd detachment of the resistance group were either prostrate in the cold snow or leaning against the thick trunks of trees, and were pressed by the dense bullets from the front. In the woodland in front of them, there were many bones of Norman soldiers whose blood had been curd, several destroyed artillery pieces fell to the ground, and there were many equipment and baggage scattered everywhere, and the surviving Norman soldiers were scattered behind sleds or trees, which was exactly what the Resistance expected, but in the snow forest behind these Norman soldiers, a strange mechanized force appeared: more than a dozen chariots each dragged a sled, rumbling forward on the snow. The upper part of these chariots is the shape of the armored vehicles common to the Norman army, with machine guns or machine guns as the main weapons, and the lower part is very "abnormal": the snow in this remote place is waist-deep due to continuous wind and snow, wheeled vehicles cannot pass even the most powerful horsepower, and animal-powered sleds seem to be the only viable means of ground transportation, but these chariots can "sail" in the vast sea of snow like ships. A closer look reveals that they appear to be fully tracked – since the Northern Frontier campaign, the Normans have repeatedly used heavy full-track vehicles on the Ulster battlefield to destroy them in storms, and these vehicles, although difficult to deal with, are inefficient and prone to breakdowns, and they have not shown the ability to change the pattern of warfare, at least so far.

Due to the emphasis on speed in the raid, the guerrilla fighters of the 3rd detachment were lightly armed and carried only a small number of weapons capable of threatening enemy vehicles. The weapons carried by those Norman chariots beat these heroic guerrilla fighters to the point where they lost their temper.

If it is a hard fight, it will definitely suffer a big loss, and the commander of the detachment, Maides, issued an order based on the situation: "I will take 1 group to cover, and the rest of the groups will retreat!" ”

Hearing the order to retreat, the guerrilla fighters began to retreat in an orderly manner. The lush vegetation of this snowy forest obscured the enemy's view and prevented the rampant flow of guns and shells, but when the soldiers left the temporary bunkers and got up and stepped back, one after another people were hit by bullets or shrapnel, and blood spilled on the ground, instantly congealed into black-brown marks. Some people died on the spot, and some people survived. After most of the men withdrew from their combat positions, the firepower on the side of the resistance was sharply reduced, and although the Norman soldiers in the woodland were caught off guard by this bold raid, they were after all well-trained and well-organized regular combatants, and with strong reinforcements in the rear, the pressure from the front was reduced, and they immediately realized that the situation of the battle had changed, and those who did not dare to raise their heads quickly got up and fired, and those led by officers or non-commissioned officers rushed forward in groups with their guns raised. As a result, the few guerrilla fighters in charge of the rear of the palace were in danger of being pinned down by the enemy or even cut off their retreat.

Through the gunfire in front of him, Meeders sensed the change in the enemy's tactics, he leaned against the tree, half-turned and shouted: "2 groups, 3 groups to respond, 1 group to retreat!" ”

The snow did not stop and the wind did not stop, shouting in the downwind, and the loud sound could be heard far away, but there were few echoes in the woods behind him. After many battles, Meeders, who had repeatedly survived from the guns of the Normans, knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly beckoned the soldiers beside him to retreat, and he crawled down beside the tree, and took out two pineapple bullets and two spare magazines from his body, first used a KT semi-automatic rifle to shoot at the Norman soldiers in his sight one by one, and after hitting a spare magazine, several enemy soldiers had already entered the range of the projectile, so he struggled to throw out a spinach bullet, and then adjusted his posture slightly, and threw out the second spinach bullet with all his might. By the sound of the explosion, he carried his rifle and retreated, loading the magazine as he withdrew, and the enemy's bullets whizzed past him, he did not change his face, did not panic, found a depression out of the corner of his eye, loaded the magazine, quickly rolled in, left and right, and took out the only two remaining spinach bullets and a magazine.

"All retreat! Withdraw to the departure area! Contact Command! Report a new enemy! ”

After shouting this, Maiders calmed his breath and turned his attention back to the front. In the woods, Norman soldiers in white winter clothes marched rhythmically alternating between trees as cover, and it seemed that after turning the tide of battle, they did not care at all about the ancient military philosophy of "poor men do not chase", but adopted a strategy of step-by-step pressing, following the direction of the raiders' retreat.

"Pine...... Throwing! ”

This was the habit of the southern troops of the Norman Empire, and the northern troops shouted "spinach...... Bombing! ”

On the planet Orens, nicknamed "Ice Hockey", even in the south, the climate is not necessarily very warm, and soldiers have been accustomed to wielding swords in the ice and snow since ancient times.

Hearing the enemy's shouts, Maiders did not use his vision to probe and capture the trajectory of the enemy's thrown pineball bullets, but hurriedly lay his head down to avoid being injured by the shrapnel generated by the explosion. In an instant, a violent explosion occurred in the near distance, and the strong impact on his senses gave him the illusion that his body and mind were out of control at the same time.

The mind was blank at first, and then countless thoughts poured in at the same time, countless emotions were chaotic and intertwined, and the whole person was confused, unable to judge the current situation with normal thinking, let alone deal with the next situation.

If he could, he would have preferred to lie on his stomach until it was over, but when the enemy's grenade was thrown into the hollow where he was, the instinct to survive drove him to react in the right way - without thinking, he rolled out with an awkward movement, like a shrimp trying his best to escape from a frying pan!

The impact of the explosion, like an invisible fist, smashed hard in his back, and suddenly felt the blood surge and his head roared......

The incomparably powerful fighting spirit also collapsed at this moment.

At the camp headquarters of the resistance, the communications corpsman reported to Major Ezerson: "There is news from the 3rd detachment...... They raided the enemy rear, but the operation was not successful - they encountered the enemy's snow chariots, about twenty of them! ”

The major was silent for a long time: "It's not exactly bad news...... The enemy has sent a rare snow chariot unit, and there is a high probability that there will be no air support. ”

"Shall we call in air support?" The signal corpsman reminded, "Or ask the colonel for his opinion first?" ”

"Yes, of course...... Absolutely! The Major muttered.

The communications corps hurriedly switched the telephone line, tried several times, and reported: "The colonel can't be contacted from there, and it seems that there is a problem with the line." ”

"Send a report!" The Major suddenly made a categorical decision, "Send a report to the Special Liaison Department that the camp of the resistance is under attack by enemy troops, and request support from the flying troops!" ”

The Signal Soldier hesitated slightly, took out the communication codebook, and turned to the radio operator. The radio was in a state of acceptance and non-transmission until the order to send it, in order to prevent the Normans from following the radio signal, and in this situation, radio silence was clearly unnecessary.

Thousands of miles away, on the front edge of the Federal-controlled zone, a huge flying transport ship was flying slowly in the clouds. After the Battle of Aocheng, the federal army was in a state of severe shortage of flying ships for a long time, and basically relied on warplanes to compete with the enemy for air supremacy. In that most difficult period, the fighter unit that was originally positioned as a supporting role grew into the air backbone of the federal army, and the Ulster Free Federation, which had a large number of national territories, relied on the original industrial resources in the east and the factories moved from various places during the war to organize the production of fighters with amazing efficiency, and the monthly output of new attack aircraft soared from 400 and 800 to an astonishing more than 1,500, and in just a few months, the sky of Ulster returned to the iron wing of the federal army!

Above the clouds, in addition to this massive flying transport ship, there is also a cruiser and two cruisers cruising together. Judging from the outline, they belong to the wartime construction emergency model, the construction is relatively simple, easy to build in batches, and the overall production is limited by neither steel resources nor artificial electricity, but the rarest and most amazing resource on the planet - the star source stone capable of generating huge floating power.

The combat ships of the Union Flying Force were once worn out in a series of fierce battles with the Norman army, while the loss of transport ships was much better, except that during the period of loss of air supremacy, they were basically limited to non-combat transport in the rear. The transport ship in front of me is obviously a pre-war model, with a huge carrying capacity, and a large-capacity cargo compartment, which can carry all kinds of armaments and materials. During the flight, its foredeck hatch suddenly and slowly opened, and in the main cargo compartment under the hatch, an E-type attack aircraft was parked on a mechanical catapult. The engines have been started, the propellers are spinning, and two well-dressed pilots sit in front of the cockpit.

After the hatch was opened, the crew continued to adjust the elevation angle of the catapult with the help of the runner, so that the attack aircraft could fly out of the cargo compartment in an ejection manner and fly on aerodynamic forces.

"Iron Eagle One is ready to go...... 3！ 2！ 1！ ”

In the cargo hold, a non-commissioned officer gave instructions in a loud voice.

After the first plane catapulted and took off, more than two dozen crew members worked together and quickly put the second plane on the catapult.

"Iron Eagle II is ready to go...... 3！ 2！ 1！ ”

Suddenly, the two planes ejected from the transport ship formed a group and flew towards the western region of Ulster, still under Norman occupation, while behind them, the huge transport ship continued to catapult the warhawk......

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