On this soaked rainy night, the external chill and the inner restlessness fused together, and the battlefield was filled with the bitterness of gunpowder smoke and the bloody astringency of blood. The sound of the rain was the same, the gunfire was fading away, and the low moans of the wounded touched the most fragile nerves......

"Lord Governor, the enemy is retreating south, and our spearhead has followed. According to our preliminary estimates, the strength of this enemy army will not exceed 500 at most! A bearded steel-helmeted soldier strode up to report to the uncertain commander.

“500？” The commander, who also had a short beard, showed a self-deprecating meaning. Not long ago, he was still dreaming of defeating twice as many enemy troops with this elite combat force, but he didn't expect to be stumbled by half of the enemy rearguard troops. At this moment, they stood at the bottom of the slope, surrounded by the corpses of the dead, blood mixed with rain, turning the mud into a quagmire like a purgatory scene.

After a while, a few soldiers with unsoaked uniforms came from the north, and they all looked gray and embarrassed. When the men came to him, the commander raised his chin and stared coldly at the leader of the other side.

"Your Excellency Baron Scala, Major Nofen of the 19th Patrol Fleet salutes you! It's a pity that we were ambushed twice by the enemy and almost ......"

The commander raised his right hand, signaling that the other party did not have to explain in a regretful tone. In Norman language, he asked, "How many of you are left?" ”

The officer at the head pondered for a moment and replied, "There are still more than a hundred people in total, but there are only about forty who can be put into battle." Also, before the friendly ship arrives, it's a good idea to assign some fighters to protect the core components of the ship. ”

The commander continued to say in a cold tone, "The Star Source Stone is no longer the most important resource of the Federation Army, and they will never risk sending warships here to grab your core components. So be it! I will provide you with a hundred rifles and some ammunition, and arm all your auxiliaries, so that you can keep twenty less mobile guard ships, and the rest will be incorporated into our combat units. ”

The leading officer was a little reluctant, but he was constrained by the rules of the battlefield, so he had to obey the orders of the commander in front of him, who had a higher rank than himself.

The commander stretched out two fingers and said non-negotiably, "Major, give you twenty minutes to prepare." ”

The officer at the head was obviously dissatisfied with the other party's arrogant attitude, and glared at the other party for several seconds, then saluted, did not speak, and turned to leave.

The commander's disrespectful attitude was clearly seen by the commander, but he couldn't do anything to him. When the Norman officers who had come up from the forced landing ship had left, he turned around and said to the steel-helmeted soldiers under his command, "The lightly wounded stay to take care of the seriously wounded, and two more medics will be left, and the rest will be regrouped and set off in twenty minutes." ”

The steel-helmeted soldier, about ten years older than the commander in front of him, had a resolute gaze and a grim expression, as if he were a robot made of steel. Neither the personnel of the flying unit nor the words and deeds of this commander showed any emotional tendencies.

He saluted dignifiedly, replied "Yes", and gave the order.

With no one around, the commander, wearing a short-brimmed military hat and a brown cloak, threw his head back and let out a long sigh.

A few miles away, Weiss led a small team of thirty men, armed with four light machine guns, ten semi-automatic rifles, and other conventional weapons, and lay motionless in the cold woods. In front of the line of sight, an enemy force of roughly equal numbers was following the route taken by the guerrilla advance party.

On the previous slope, Weiss led his warriors in a hearty ambush battle, and almost got rid of this troublesome enemy completely. Although the success fell short, the situation was still very favorable for them, and he decisively gathered his troops and horses and got out of the battle. Leaving aside the gains of this battle, and the fact that the dead and missing had not yet had time to be carefully settled, more than 80 wounded were added, nearly half of whom could not travel long distances, and those who had been wounded earlier and were now carried by Norman prisoners of war, the guerrilla advance force had to bear not only the burden of captured food, but also the transfer of nearly 200 wounded, which was even more difficult than the earlier strategic transfer.

As the enemy drew closer, Weiss lowered his voice and reminded, "It's coming!" Everyone, prepare! ”

The fighters gently opened the gun safety and were ready to shoot at any time. At this moment, it was pitch black in front of them, and the sound of the rain hitting the branches and leaves made it impossible for them to distinguish the movement from a hundred feet away, although they could not see or hear, but they did not have to worry at all. In Weiss's special vision, there is nothing to hide, but that doesn't mean that the rest of the battle can be easily handled. The enemy force at the tail was small in number, but it was in a loose arrow-shaped battle reconnaissance formation, with soldiers about thirty feet apart from the front and rear, and nearly two hundred feet from the front to the back of the line. In the case of poor sight and insufficient firepower density, he alone carried out accurate output, and he was not sure that he could completely annihilate this enemy in a short time. It is not possible to completely annihilate the enemy, and it is difficult to leave a few tails behind, and the enemy's follow-up troops will definitely be faster than the guerrilla advance team in pursuit of light equipment......

While observing the position of the enemy soldiers, Weiss read and analyzed their combat readings by the way, and judging from the two soldiers who walked in the front, their biological functions and mental vitality were actually comparable to those of the Federal Army's special forces, and their combat potential and equivalent protection were also surpassed, except for the slight speed of action. What does this mean? The enemy sent more than 1,000 troops, and he had 3,000 men and horses - even if the enemy's superior commander did not know the exact number, the first wave of marines sent after the transport ship was lost was quickly annihilated, so he knew that his opponent was obviously not a small role. From this point of view, this thousand-man regiment is a fairly elite combat force in the Norman army, and its status may not be comparable to that of the special service of the Union army. What does this mean? In the first battle on the slopes, Weiss and his guerrilla advance team made a lot of money, and the battle achievements were not small, but at the same time, they also provoked the enemy, and the situation in the future is estimated to be doubly difficult!

From the perspective of the philosophy of war, the battlefield is ruthless, and there is no need to look forward or backward when you go into battle, either life or death. As the enemy got closer, Weiss closed his eyes for a moment, and then, squinting, his gaze focused on the crosshair of the semi-automatic rifle,

Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... Bang......

Six rounds of ammunition, delivered to six different targets. With the precise blessing of the "fire control radar", it is basically accurate to deal with enemy soldiers more than 100 feet away. After the fight, Weiss did not take the time to reload the bullets, but handed the gun to the soldier beside him, picked up the semi-automatic rifle that was loaded and had it at hand, and made another round of the enemy a little farther away. This time, most of the enemy troops were already lying down, or crouching against the trees, and this round of shooting seemed to have only hit two enemy soldiers.

After Weiss finished the second round, the soldiers beside him had already loaded the bullets for him, and after changing the gun again, he did not fire immediately, but observed the battlefield situation a little: 33 enemy soldiers, nearly half of them were either killed or wounded, but the casualties and blood were not much, and the other half had already turned into a state of battle. On this rainy night with a very bad view, these opponents were still very accurate in their shots, as evidenced by the crackling sound of the surrounding ground and trees. If you don't suppress these enemies and lead the team to transfer, you will definitely suffer a loss - so there is nothing to think about, just one word, do it!

Now that he had made up his mind, Weiss gave it his all. In more than a minute, four magazines, he collected seven or eight "heads" from the other party. For a well-trained soldier, aiming and shooting are basic skills, and dozens of small-caliber bullets for semi-automatic rifles are said to be not very laborious, but he continues to open the special field of vision, resulting in the rapid "drainage" of energy and physical strength, and then even if he insists on it, it will affect the accuracy of shooting due to exhaustion, so he stopped.

"The enemy is finished?" The warrior beside him asked in a tone of great admiration.

Weiss gasped for breath, and after a long time he whispered, "There are a few left!" ”

"Do you want to rush over and run them over?" This young warrior was fearless.

Weiss squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, quickly closed his eyes, and said while panting: "There's no need, the enemy's reinforcements haven't come up yet, we still have time...... Wait for them to move! If you move, you will have a chance! ”

"Do you judge their location by their voices?" The warrior couldn't help but express his biggest doubts.

Weiss shook his head and did not answer.

At this time, the two sides are still firing at each other, but the intensity of the fire is much weaker than before, except for Weiss, the fighters on both sides basically rely on the other party's gunfire and muzzle flame to determine the target position, as the number of combatants on the Norman side continues to weaken, the remaining people find that every time they fire, they will attract a large number of bullets from the other side, and they are becoming more and more cautious and conservative, although the guerrilla task force fighters are less threatened, but the target is becoming more and more difficult to observe, and the number of shots has decreased a lot, and many people are the same as the fighters next to Weiss, It seems that the enemy has almost been wiped out. If Weiss hadn't ordered him to strictly obey his command in any action, they might have rushed over to "crush" the remnants of the enemy.

After a large exertion of energy, which could not be recovered in three or two minutes, Weiss observed the battlefield with a normal field of vision, and whispered to the warriors beside him to shake the branches and leaves of the bushes in front of him, and fired one shot after another with his pistol against the ground, and the machine gun sound that had been silent for a while on the Normans' side suddenly rang out, and a series of bullets swept towards this side, and several of them hit the bushes in front of them, and several branches were broken at once.

"Machine gun!" Weiss shouted, and the light machine gunner here immediately understood, several machine guns were aimed at the enemy's firing position, this concentrated fire attack, the enemy without a trench to accommodate the enemy can still get away with it?