In the dark of the night, the rain kept falling. In addition to the whirring wind outside, there is the sound of rain. No one noticed, and a small group of soldiers in camouflage camouflage crept through the fields to the side of the dirt road near the river.

The straight telephone poles, like a row of tall sentinels, still abide by their posts regardless of wind and rain.

Upon arrival at the side of the road, soldiers in camouflage camouflage were on guard with guns, and one of them put on a special shoe clip and climbed the telephone pole like a monkey. In less than two minutes, the man packed something that looked slightly larger than a fist and quickly slipped away, but did not retreat, but waited with his companions on the side of the road.

This dirt road along the river, a short distance to the south, is a quiet town with a sign that says "Walier". Less than 100 years old, the town is nestled in the secluded valley of the Paren River, where its residents depend on copper mines in the nearby mountains – more than 80 percent of the town's miner families make up the town.

In the federal state of Lorraine, there are many such small towns as Wallier. They arose as a result of the exploitation of mineral deposits and decayed as a result of the depletion of mineral deposits. Wallier is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the transportation conditions are relatively good, and the copper ore here is rich in reserves and good quality, if it were not for the deep burial of minerals, which require mechanized tools to continue mining, it may have been emptied by people one or two hundred years earlier.

On a rainy night, in the woods near the town, another group of soldiers, also clad in camouflage camouflage, carefully monitored the movements in the town, and assembled the machinery and equipment they had brought under a makeshift canvas canopy. When the equipment was assembled and the green instrument lights lit up in the darkness, a commander-like man waved his hand and called in a very low voice: "Attack!" ”

Under the cover of night and rain, several groups of soldiers then entered the town from all directions, and in groups of three or two, they aimed at the sentries in the town, approached quietly from the flank, and decisively used the means of covering their mouths and noses and inserting sharp blades into their chests to quickly clear the obstacles.

Copper is an important strategic resource, and the river port of Wallier is the starting point of the navigable section of the Palen River. In order to control the resources and strangle the resistance, the Norman army stationed troops in this town with a total population of less than 3,000 for a long time, sometimes in the thousands, and sometimes in the size of one or two companies. The distance from here to the mountain town of Slane is about two hundred miles in a straight line, and in the event of an incident, the flying ships deployed in Slien can react quickly and can be killed in less than half an hour, and the Norman troops in the towns of the lower Palen River can also travel up the river if necessary and arrive to support in a few hours.

In the town, the vanguard successfully pulled out the enemy sentries, and more figures poured into the town from various hidden points outside the town. At the appointed hour, the teams suddenly became powerful, and the shouts of "surrender the guns and don't kill" came and went. Among the Normans, there were those who cherished their lives, and there were also outlaws. Despite the overwhelming situation of the raiders, gunfire rang out in the town. The silence of the night was completely broken, but there were no explosions, and the sudden gunfire lasted only a minute or two. On such a rainy night, the impact of such a noise is limited, and the nearest Norman garrison is still dozens of miles away......

By the time Weiss walked into the town with mixed thoughts, the living Normans had been disarmed by the Union guerrilla advance team and kept under strict guard. After a preliminary count and surprise interrogation, it was almost certain that the Norman troops stationed here had escaped the net - they killed 75 people on the spot and captured 141.

In the house used by the Normans as a headquarters, Weiss took off his steel helmet, took off his poncho, and carefully looked through the documents that the Normans had not had time to destroy, especially the military maps that had been marked. After a short time, two burly guerrilla advance fighters brought in a Norman officer with half a push and half a drag, and reported to Weiss: "Sir, this is the Norman commander, a captain. ”

Weiss looked up and gave him a lukewarm look. The Norman officer was also in good shape, but his face was miserable: a large opening at the corner of his eyebrows, one eye was badly swollen, his nose and mouth were covered with blood, and his military uniform was stained with a lot of blood, but his body and limbs did not appear to have serious external injuries. Upon entering, the creature hung his head and his eyes darkened, as if he had not recovered from his great astonishment and fear.

"Captain, do you know Ulster?" Weiss asked.

The other party didn't know whether he understood or didn't understand, and stood there with his hands down, unresponsive. Just as Weiss was about to ask a question in Norman, the thing suddenly pounced and reached for Kaweis's neck. If he was a rookie who had just graduated from a military academy, Weiss might be "killed" by him on the spot, but how could the tuition on the battlefield be paid in vain? With the increase of combat experience, combat skills have developed muscle memory, and the body's reaction speed even exceeds the limit of brain calculations...... At the moment when the opponent was attacked, Weiss turned sideways, bent his arm, stretched out his right hand like lightning, grabbed the opponent's wrist tightly like an iron tong, shifted his shoulder, and suddenly resisted the opponent's chest, his posture pressed down slightly, and he lunged to exert force, and came to an over-the-shoulder fall that was not standard but powerful enough!

Hearing only a "snap", the Norman officer fell heavily to the ground, although he did not cry out of pain, but he did not get up for half a day.

When Weiss simply solved the trouble, the guerrilla advance team soldiers next to him reacted, one hurriedly pointed his gun at the back of the Norman officer's head, shouting Ulster in which the other party might not understand at all, and the other hurriedly explained to Weiss that in the previous raid, this guy wanted to resist, but he was hit by the butt of their gun, and he was honest in the back, I really didn't expect to be ambushed here.

The negligence of his own soldiers was clearly the result of inexperience, and Weiss did not rebuke them, nor did he vent his anger at the Norman officer, but only reminded them to tie his hands behind his back. When the soldiers dealt with it, they asked the other party a few words in Norman, and seeing that the other party was unwilling to cooperate, they simply asked the soldiers to take him down and keep him under strict supervision.

After this episode, the soldiers summoned the town's consul as Weiss had deployed. At first, the consul, elected by the townspeople, was very happy that the Union army had regained its lost territory all the way, and when he learned that the famous guerrilla king in front of him was still leading his troops to fight guerrilla warfare - the troops could withdraw at any time, so Wallier had not yet been completely and permanently liberated...... The gray-haired gentleman was disappointed. He said without humility or arrogance: "Mr. Commander, if you invite us to join your guerrilla camp, of course, we are very willing in our hearts, but I must report to you that the elderly, women, and children will certainly not be able to follow you over the mountains and mountains to fight guerrillas. If some of us go with you, we will surely be retaliated against by the Normans, so I beg your understanding of our plight! ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Consul, I'm not going to recruit a single soldier from you. Today's battle, as you have seen, we have put the Norman troops in a pot, and when the superior Norman commander learns of this, you can imagine how angry he will be, and in order to make you as little implicated as possible, we must make some appropriate arrangements. For this, I must apologize to you and all the residents, please understand! ”

The humble small-town consul sighed and waved his hand: "If everyone puts their own interests first, then we will never want to win this battle...... What we should do, just tell us! ”

Since the other party is righteous, there is no need for Weiss to go around in circles with him: "In this battle, we can annihilate the enemy at an extremely small cost, and it is better than the enemy who is unprepared." If you continue to fight the enemy here, you will inevitably suffer innocent people, and I hope that you can temporarily move to a safe place nearby, such as your mine. Maybe two or three days, maybe five or six days, no more than a week. How is it? ”

The town consul thought about it for a moment: "There are a few wooden houses in the mine, and a few old mine pits can also be used for temporary housing of people, as long as there is enough food and fresh water, it shouldn't be a problem for a week." However, is it useful to dodge like this? I mean, sooner or later you're going to have to get out of here, and the Normans will come back, in that case, we'll ......."

"I think it works." Weiss replied very dryly, "Although we can't decide what the Normans do and don't do, these Norman soldiers captured today are the weight of our negotiation with the Normans." Besides, you didn't help you fight the Normans, and the Normans have no reason or need to keep an eye on you. ”

The consul of the town thought about it, felt that it was reasonable, and agreed that he would mobilize the inhabitants to evacuate to the mines overnight, and if he could, lend them a few trucks from the Normans for the transfer of personnel and supplies for the time being.

After negotiating the follow-up with the residents' representatives, Weiss began to arrange the "chain of links" for this guerrilla warfare. So far, the raid and annihilation have been impeccable: the guerrilla contingent suffered only a few casualties, and the Normans had not had time to report or contact the rest of the unit by telephone before the battle was over. The perfect outcome of the battle was inseparable from the valuable information provided by the resistance groups, and equally important was the meticulous and bold combat deployment of the guerrilla advance detachment, and the use of electronic communication jamming equipment, including telephone line jammers and radio jammers, which could effectively intercept their external communications without destroying the opponent's equipment and facilities when they were well prepared.

Now that the guerrilla advance party is in complete control of the situation and has captured the Normans, they can then send a report in the name of the garrison, falsely claiming that the telephone lines have been destroyed, that the sentinels have been shot, and that if nothing else, the Norman army will soon send reinforcements. The guerrilla advance team concentrated all their efforts on fighting an ambush and annihilation war, striving to completely hurt the Normans in one or two times, disrupting their military deployment in Lorraine, echoing the actions of the federal army on the frontal battlefield, and then appropriately dispersed according to the guerrilla warfare strategy, and fought guerrilla everywhere to deal flexibly...... Isn't such a beginning a wonderful start!