3 rapid-fire, 12 mortar shells, and in the blink of an eye, 3 of the 6 Norman armored fighting vehicles were disabled. Although the remaining three vehicles were still moving, the driver was so dazed by the sudden artillery fire and gunsmoke that he drove the chariot into a bumper car.

In addition to mortars, the 5PIR caliber anti-tank rifle is also a "can opener" that can effectively deal with enemy armored combat vehicles, while the 1.4PIR caliber water-cooled machine gun does not have enough penetrating power, but it lowers the muzzle and fires, bursting a lot of tires on the spot, and "harvesting" many Norman soldiers who fled from the damaged combat vehicles.

On the other side of the woods, the three Norman tanks leading the way were subjected to intense and heavy machine-gun fire from four Flame Horse light armoured vehicles. In less than half a minute, the "Vespa" machine guns, which were fed by drums, smashed them into piles of scrap metal, and it is not difficult to see why this "mediocre-looking" weapon was favored by the federal military as soon as it was launched. Officers who had seen the comprehensive test of the sample gun even sighed that if this weapon had been produced a year earlier, the Federation would definitely have more initiative in the ground battle with the Normans!

Weiss did not plunge into the firing heat, but calmly observed the situation from the perspective of a commander. Since the ambushers destroyed 6 of the 9 Norman chariots in a very short period of time, and their side suffered almost no casualties, there was no reason to let the remaining 3 Norman chariots go...... He decisively loaded the flare into the flare gun and fired a second green flare into the sky. Seeing the command signal, the "Liema" light armored vehicles deployed in the rear position followed the pre-surveyed route to the front of the woods, and used machine guns to supplement a wave of output, killing all the Norman tanks that had finally figured out the situation and planned to evacuate.

The gunfire stopped, and the battle lasted only six or seven minutes, which was faster than expected. Next, clean up the battlefield, count the battle results, and record them in detail?

No, save it! With tens of thousands of people killed every day at the front, who cares if the guerrillas kill 50 or 80 of the enemy in enemy-occupied territory?

Accept it when you see it, and retreat decisively?

No, it's not that cheap!

As soon as the battle was over, Weiss re-sent his cavalry to reconnoiter the outpost, and he himself led his troops in a reverse movement, to a wooded area closer to the mountain town of Slien, and the soldiers used dead grass and leaves to cover the tire marks left by the chariot as it left the road and into the woods, covered the "fiery horse" with camouflage netting and foliage, and dug improvised shooting bunkers on the edge of the woods.

About twenty minutes later, the cavalry in charge of reconnoitring the enemy returned and reported that a convoy of military vehicles had approached from the direction of the hill town of Slien. Except for the officers' cars, the rest were trucks, and some of the trucks had field guns towed behind them.

With such fanfare, it seems that the intention is to destroy the attacker's lair!

Just in time!

Ambush 2.0 is about to begin, and West intends to climb the treetops and look at the sky with a special vision. He led the "Lorraine Guerrilla Warriors" in his first battle, and he adopted this tactical strategy of reverse thinking, and he was full of confidence, because all the deployments were careful and meticulous enough, and the probability of being seen through by the Normans was close to zero. For the guerrillas, the greatest threat on the battlefield was the Norman flying battleships - they could not be defeated, and if it was daytime, they could not escape, so he deliberately chose to do things in the middle of the afternoon, in order to use the long night to cover his whereabouts. If you're lucky, there won't be a Norman ship before dark, and if you're unlucky, there's a Norman ship nearby, and the situation will be a little more troublesome.

This battle is destined to be a beautiful "good start". There are no Norman flying machines as far as the eye can see. Weiss loaded the flares into his flare as usual, waited for the Normans to break into his ambush circle, and fired a green flare into the sky.

Tremble! You Norman dogs!

The 5PIR caliber cannon was worthy of the code name of "Vespa", and four salvos were fired, which immediately set off a terrifying storm of bullets. Not only was there debris and flesh flying on the dirt road outside the woods, but even the branches and leaves in the woods were swept away.

Watching the Norman military trucks stop one after another, and even deflagrate and explode, the second-level reservists, who were at the bottom of the federal armed forces not long ago, sent the Normans back to their homeland without hesitation or mercy as if they were hunting turkeys. At this moment, they have been reborn in temperament, from ignorant novices to a group of "sharp brothers" who kill people without blinking.

Against the Normans with a car, seven trucks, two field guns on the move, and a hundred soldiers in vehicles, the "Lorraine guerrillas" fired for nearly a quarter of an hour: the first five minutes were decided, and the last ten minutes were basically cleaning up the remnants of the enemy!

When the ambush was over, Weiss stood at the edge of the woods, quietly watching the mess on the other side of the dirt road, his original plan was to move quickly after the battle, but the two field guns left behind by the Normans caught his eye. The evacuated and concealed Klumber-Haisen plant has partially restored its production capacity, providing the guerrillas with firearms and ammunition, as well as producing 15-PIR mortars, mountain guns and matching shells in small batches. As far as the mode of guerrilla warfare is concerned, firepower is not a problem. The reason why he "took a fancy to" the two Norman field guns was not to use them for his own use, but to use them for "fishing".

Out of caution, before sending people over to drag the cannon, Weiss used his "human radar" to scan the battlefield, and found that in addition to a few "bloody skins" who were not dead, there was also a guy with basically full biological functions but very low mental vitality, which was not unusual. In the Norman prisoner of war camps, Weiss had just seen it in some of his companions, and in the Union army prisoner of war camps, a few Norman soldiers also had this virtue, to put it bluntly, poor creatures who were not physically injured but were almost mentally broken.

It was about twenty miles from the hill city of Slien, and in addition to the explosion of mortar shells, there was also the detonation of shells carried by Norman military vehicles, and the sound and smoke of these explosions could be heard and observed in the hill city of Slien, but the garrison there probably did not expect that the mechanized troops sent out would be brutally annihilated in the occupied area. Regardless of whether they had summoned their own flying ships before, the steel beasts that could quickly change the tide of battle had yet to appear within sight. Seeing this, Weiss quickly adjusted his plan, and led half of the infantry and two "fierce horses" out of the woods and into the dirt road hundreds of feet away as a victor.

The smoke had drifted away in the wind, and the smell of scorching was one after another, except for the smell of blood—the most successful part of the ambush was that most of the Norman soldiers were shot in trucks before they could resist, and blood was running down the boards of the wagons, a scene that was a bit palpitating, but more tragic than any battlefield Weiss had ever experienced compared to the Ulster-Wessex border, the Monamolin Front, Stithofen, and later the Austrian City.

Weiss motioned for his soldiers to inspect the condition of the two field guns, and as long as their core parts were not damaged in battle, they were removed and hung on the tail of their armored fighting vehicles. For the dying Norman soldiers, he did not show cruelty or mercy, but left them to "fend for themselves"—if they died, they would be gone; If it is rescued, it will also be a constraint on the logistics and medical treatment of the Norman army.

Following the direction he had previously observed, Weiss walked unhurriedly to an overturned truck. In sight, a Norman soldier covered in mud and blood knelt like a sculpture in front of the corpse of a fallen man, not knowing whether he was crying or not, but he must have been very sad.

Sometimes, mental wounds are easier to heal than physical wounds, and this able-bodied Norman soldier still theoretically has the potential to threaten or even kill Union soldiers and civilians. Weiss grabbed his pistol, pinched the handle, and finally turned and walked away.

After a brief inspection, both Norman field guns had varying degrees of damage, especially their tires, three of the four were blown up, so that they could not be towed properly. The soldiers quickly thought of a way, using the spare tires of their own armored fighting vehicles and ready-made screws and nuts to change the tires of the two field guns on the spot, although it was not very reliable, but it was barely usable, the key was to dismantle and replace the belt, and it took about ten minutes before and after. This efficiency is not much better than that of the professional logistics and maintenance team of the federal army!

Two ambushes ended in succession, and before the superior commander of the Norman unit could react, Weiss happily set out on the return journey with the Lorraine guerrillas. Despite the darkness of the night, they wandered around the familiar mountains, sometimes erasing their traces, sometimes creating illusions that would be difficult for the enemy to find. By dawn, they returned to their secret stronghold north of the city of Somsonas, hiding their loot deep in the forest, covering it with camouflage nets and foliage, waiting for their next operation to come in handy.

At dawn, several Norman warships with barrels hovered over the valley near the hill town of Slane, and hundreds of Norman soldiers entered the woods in groups and columns, searching for the ambushers. Outside the woods, the wrecked vehicles had been cleared to the side of the road, but they had not been ignored by the Normans, on the contrary, Norman officers in good uniforms had come to inspect them, and these two unexpected ambushes had apparently attracted their great attention. The remains of more than 100 of the dead were neatly laid out on the side of the road and covered with the gray blankets of the Norman army.

Not far away, Norman field medics set up medical tents on the spot. Several Norman soldiers who survived the ambush and the cold night, those who should have undergone surgery, those who should have been debrided and bandaged, each of them lying on a white hospital bed, or with their eyes closed, or their expressions sluggish, they could only see pain and sorrow in them, and there was no desire for revenge and fighting spirit.

With the sound of hurried footsteps, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and several officers rushed in, and the leader of the way called: "Private 1st Class, Ka-Nobaral!" ”

On one of the hospital beds, the Norman soldier, whose face was coated with brown antiseptics, sat up a little slowly, and when he saw that one of the comers was wearing a collar badge with a red background and gold trim, he almost reflexively stood upright and mechanically shouted "Arrive".

The Norman general, wearing a military hat and a trench coat, walked up to the soldier with a solemn face, frowned, and then stretched out his hand: "Young hero, it is you who protect and save these wounded companions. ”

The Norman soldier raised his head: "No, General, I just did what I could." ”

The general did not intend to bother with this topic, and he asked bluntly: "Tell me, soldier, who attacked you?" ”

The Norman soldier behaved very nervously in the face of a general, and he replied in a trembling voice: "It's a federal army...... A very combat-ready federal army. ”

"How many of them are there? What military uniform to wear? What is the number of troops? The general asked.

The Norman soldiers opened their mouths several times, but there was nothing to answer.

"Did you get blown unconscious in the middle of the battle, so you didn't see anything?" The general gave the other party a reasonable step, but the Norman soldier did not seem to know how to be sophisticated, and he replied bluntly: "Sorry, General, Nofrey is a partner who grew up with me, closer than my own brothers, we served together, fought together, went through a lot ......of battles, and I can't bear to see him fall and stop breathing"

The expression on the general's face began to change, from calm to annoyed, to a distortion of the tearing eyes, and the ensuing roar made everyone here clear and feel his anger: "When your partner and brother died in glory, but you panicked and didn't even see what the enemy looked like, this is a sign of cowardice!" Shameful performance! ”

The Norman soldier was stunned, and when the officers who had just regarded him as heroes had left, he still stood there dumbfounded, and the sadness in his eyes was clouded with despair.

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