A guerrilla is a guerrilla, and a head-to-head battle with the regular army is purely seeking death, and this truth will not change for another hundred years. Even if you have the right location, a group of armed civilians who have just learned to shoot and a well-trained killing machine are put in a head-on confrontation, and the result will only be a one-sided slaughter.

Moreover, the "Prince Eugen" brigade is not an ordinary army field unit, they are also proficient in mountain warfare, well-trained, well-equipped, and can receive fire support at any time; if the guerrillas want to fight head-on, the officers and men of the "Prince Eugen" brigade will be happy to bury the guerrillas in the mountains, and the whole process will be long and painful, enough to make the partisans regret being born in this world.

The guerrillas had already realized that their opponents were also from mountain people, or at least had spent time in the mountains. They are like cunning old wolves, with a keen sense of smell and sharp eyes, and several times the guerrillas carefully erase the traces of their activities, and the other side can still catch up. If it weren't for the ghosts in the team, it would only prove that the opponent had a lot of experience in living in the mountains, which was comparable to those seasoned hunters. As for the opponent's combat effectiveness, they have fully understood it.

In several successive battles of ambushing logistics convoys, not to mention the soldiers escorted by the vehicles, even the drivers and logistics support soldiers showed a strong will to fight and a determination to fight to the death. Until now, the guerrillas had not captured a single elven captive, and the pointy-eared men would often save the last bullet for themselves, and some had prepared grenades that they called "glorious bullets", pulled out the pull tabs, and rushed to the nearest guerrilla to die together, or blow up the supplies they were transporting. As fellow fighters, witnessing that kind of stubborn and tough style, the guerrillas who were opponents could not help but admire it.

If this is true for a group of non-combatants, the regular combat forces will only be stronger.

The subsequent encounters with the patrol of the "Prince Eugen" brigade fully proved that a head-on confrontation with this group of bloodthirsty rabid dogs was not a "bitter battle" or a "vicious battle" at all, but a completely unilateral head-off. The survivors were all filled with righteous indignation that the group was not crazy at all, they were just a group of mad dogs, who dared to launch a back attack charge against the fire, and along the way there were mortars, iron fists, and grenades, and the guerrillas finally showed their faces, and before they could fire a few volleys, the mad dogs had already rushed up. After the submachine gun sweeps the machine gun sweep, the machine gun sweeps the grenade, and after the grenade is smashed, the box gun pinned to the waist is copied into the hand, and each hand holds a box gun from the source, and the shaking of the hands is a fan sweep over. It is like a god blocking and killing God, and the Buddha blocking and killing Buddha. Not to mention that the partisans will be afraid, they will be afraid of the regular army.

What is even more shameless and hooligan is that these mad dogs sometimes do not follow the routine, and many patrols carry high-power communication equipment with them, and immediately call for air support in the event of an attack. The MDS or ground attack fleets on standby patrol in the nearby airspace will arrive at the scene within 10 minutes of receiving a request for support, and the flying guy will enthusiastically teach the guerrillas how to behave.

In addition to battlefield support, the presence of air power also made it extremely difficult for the guerrillas to march and camp. The guerrillas' lack of heavy weapons, if not at all, allowed them to move quickly at the stake of orders, and they marched much longer distances than the regular army in the same amount of time and night, day and night. Regardless of the size of the troops and the speed of their advance, organizing a march is complex, requires protection against various risks, and must be carefully planned.

The kind of thing that draws a line between two points on the map, even if the march plan is done, should only exist in stories and dramas, and if an officer dares to do this, he will be kicked back to the military academy by his angry boss to start his education from scratch, or simply kicked out of the army. Because this kind of fool will not only kill himself, but also pull a ticket for his subordinates to accompany the funeral. In another world, even in the 21st century, when satellite positioning systems are widespread, a large number of backpackers get lost in the mountains every year and have to send out search and rescue teams and garrisons to find people. The famous old Japanese Army's Hakkoda Mountain marching incident was a snowstorm during the marching training, and as a result, almost all of the 210-strong squadron froze to death in the wind and snow, and the famous military song "March in the Snow" became an elegy in the cold wind, and has since been listed as a forbidden song by the old Japanese Army.

If the regular army is still like this, do you want to kill your teammates by letting a group of guerrillas whose logistics depend on donations from peasants and the capture of booty wander around the mountains? Or did you send the enemy to lurk in the first place?

Due to the presence of the air power of the defense forces, it is easy to expose themselves during the daytime march, and the march is basically carried out at night. The guerrillas had to grasp the enemy's strength and the location of the outposts in advance, and they had to decide on the password and the method of identifying friend and foe. When the order was given, the partisans prepared for the march during the day, and each of them was given ammunition and food for three days. Commanders and quartermasters were responsible for most of the preparations, and only they knew the route and where along the route were suitable for camping and where ammunition was buried. When passing through snowy mountains or ice cliffs, you should not only pay attention to your footprints, but also pay attention to your own safety in an environment where there is no lighting. The trails that can only accommodate donkeys are often covered with snow and ice, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss. Even if the guerrillas are locals who are familiar with the mountain environment, it is difficult to guarantee that they will be able to pass through the ghost gate every time. The only thing to be thankful for is that it is still autumn, and the temperature has not completely dropped, and waiting until the winter when the snowstorm is raging and the temperature is as low as minus 30 degrees Celsius to carry out such a march, even if you do not fall to your death, it is very likely that you will be amputated without anesthetic due to frostbite.

But even with the use of a number of high-risk deception tactics, the wolf-like "Prince Eugen" brigade would still bite the guerrillas from time to time, sometimes tail-tracking, sometimes setting up an ambush somewhere in advance, waiting for the guerrillas to throw themselves into the net. On several occasions, the guerrillas were almost caught up. In the process, many of the wounded and scattered guerrillas fell into the hands of the enemy. The soldiers of the "Prince Eugen" brigade did not show their sympathy for the partisans, the wounded were invariably cut throats or pierced hearts with bayonets, and those who were able-bodied and in good health would go through a long process of death, first cutting off their ears, noses, lips, then gouging out their eyes, and finally cutting off their limbs, scalping, cutting off their lower body organs, stuffing them in their mouths, and throwing them on the side of the road to die of slow blood loss.

The atrocities of the Sharp-Eared Devils aroused the anger of all the guerrillas, but even more so at their own countrymen – the guerrillas who had betrayed their whereabouts to the Sharp-Eared Soldiers, and sometimes even sold captured guerrillas to other guerrillas of the occupying army for the price of livestock.