On the only way to the mountain city of Slien from Warrens and Somsonas, there is a crossroads, which are called "Hulfet fork" by the locals because they are adjacent to the Helvet Forest. Due to the limitations of terrain and property, Slien has not had any railway access. Military transportation has entered the aviation era ahead of schedule, but ground transportation is still in the stage of coexistence of animal power and automobiles.

Previously, Weiss led the "Lorraine Guerrilla Warriors" to lure and ambush the Norman army. The firefighting location was five or six miles away from the Helvet Fortress. After more than half a month, Weiss led an elite combat team to pass here and saw the Normans built solid watchtowers and a bunch of field defense fortifications at the forks where there was no building. It was known that the enemy had adjusted its occupation strategy and moved from "occupies only the city and does not care about the countryside" to "city + base."

"The blockade model, regardless of the actual effect of this blockade war, at least it shows that the Normans were determined to clean up the Lorraine Mountains, and they would invest more troops to do so. Just this small fork in the road, there were about a company of troops, and they were equipped with a small number of light artillery and armored combat vehicles. Looking at the entire Lorraine Mountains, there were no 100 such fork in the road, and there were seventy or eighty fork in the road, and the garrison alone would have to add three or four regiments...

With the cover of night, Weiss, with an elite combat squad of thirty people, quietly bypassed the Norman stronghold and continued to sneak towards the mountain city of Slien. Now, under the increasingly tight open space sweep of the Normans, the possibility of the resistance secret camps being exposed is getting greater and greater. Once discovered, they will either fight to the end, kill all the members, or give up resistance, and all the members are captured. The structures are all secret camps being swept away by the enemy one by one. In the case of being unable to rely on external forces to rescue, the only way at the moment is to divert the enemy's attention, thereby preserving the personnel, equipment, and supplies of the secret camps in various places, and preserving the resistance spirit that brought hope to the people of Lorraine during this dark period.

Before dawn, the brave Lorraine warriors arrived at a farmhouse about 5 miles from the mountain city of Slien. With the help of their master, they successfully entered the cellar below the farmhouse. This cellar, at first glance, was used to store grain, bacon and wine. In fact, there was a secret passage inside, leading to an ancient and hidden cave, which was where Slien's military and civilians preserved the "resistance of fire". The Normans certainly did not expect that in the city of Slien, where they were heavily stationed, there was such a cave under their noses, which stored thousands of firearms, hundreds of boxes of ammunition and various military supplies. In addition to the lack of heavy weapons, combat vehicles and a large amount of fuel, this place was simply a medium-sized arsenal!

The farmers outside Slien City were able to risk their lives to keep such a large number of arms, which was not only a manifestation of patriotism, but also a manifestation of strong folk customs and firm character. In the process of capturing various strongholds in Lorraine, the Norman army was most strongly resisted. Not only did the federal garrison fight to the death, but the local reserves and security forces also fought tenaciously in the ruins. Many troops truly fulfilled their promise of "fighting to the last person". So much so that after the battle, the Normans were still in this small, almost ruined mountain town.

Half of the division of troops was deployed and extremely strict control was imposed on the surviving residents of Slien. However, these measures failed to disrupt the resistance of the residents of Slien. Their secret resistance organization became one of the most active and representative resistance forces in the Lorraine Mountains. After Weiss became famous in the battle of "Lorraine Guerrilla Warriors", they took the initiative to send people to join in, propose mutual support and support each other. It is precisely because of such a group of fellow people that Weiss decisively led his troops to jump out of the enemy's blockade line to "make trouble" when secret camps in various places were under urgent threats.

Shortly after Weis and his party arrived, a lame middle-aged man came to this cave. The two had never met each other, but in this special and difficult situation, the mentality of mutual appreciation made their hands tightly hold together.

"Lol Wade Stein, retired Federal Major, commander of the 'Knights of Slien'!"

"Long Klumber Heisen, the captain of the Federal Army who was transferred to the reserve, commander of the 'Lorraine Guerrilla Warrior'!"

Out of caution and confidentiality, when the two resistance organizations were in contact, they did not reveal their respective "family assets" and set up their joint contacts and cooperation methods. After Weiss posted their names, the other party immediately exclaimed: "Oh, you are the magical boy of the Klumber Heisen family, the amazing Somsonas Dragon! The K-type sniper rifle and KT semi-automatic rifle you designed were small in diameter, but the accurate head was very high. We all thought it was very good after using it!"

Weiss smiled slightly and asked the accompanying soldiers to take out the "meeting gift" they brought, two mortars, twelve shells, and a batch of precision detonators made by the Klumber-Hisson factory.

"These are our secret weapons that severely damage the enemy: special artillery that can project shells in a curve, and detonators that can accurately control the detonation time."

Although the lame middle-aged man had some inconvenience in his movements, the tough guy temperament he had forged in his long military career was still there. He looked at the equipment sent by Weiss in an understatement and asked, "I heard that you ambushed the Norman army at the Rusten abandoned mine and killed a battalion of the enemy?"

"Because we didn't have time to clear the battlefield, we were uncertain whether the number of enemies killed reached the scale of a battalion, but in general, the gains from that battle were quite considerable - we seized the enemy's radio codebook and used it to cause some trouble for the enemy." Weiss said, while taking out a soft leather notebook from his pocket that was slightly larger than a slap.

Seeing the enemy's password book, a gleam flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but he did not rush to get the notebook, but asked, "Is this communication password book invalid now?"

"That's inevitable," Weiss replied. "The enemy soon discovered that they had lost their codebooks, so it was difficult for us to use this spoil to contribute more to the war than to cause some trouble. Of course, if it was handed over to the Federal Radio Experts, we might be able to figure out some enemy code rules."

The middle-aged man then took the password book and looked through a few pages: "In fact, in the last war, we also seized the Norman communication password book. Before they replaced the new password book, this thing can indeed play a big role, but once the enemy changed the new password, it could only be used to wipe the butt. The Norman's radio password system is a combination of disorder, and even our radio geniuses cannot find the rules from it."

As expected! Weiss shook his head helplessly, but he felt a little grateful. If he had not sent out the telegram to "declare war" against the Norman Dynasty in the name of the Norman army, it would have been of no value to seize this codebook.

After a rough look, the middle-aged man returned it to Weiss and then turned his attention to the equipment they brought.

"Does the detonator? It's just right! Have you got any news from special channels?"

"Why do you say that?" Weiss asked back.

The middle-aged man stared at Weiss, obviously observing his expression and expression when he spoke, feeling nothing suspicious, so he replied: "We found that the intensity of the Normans' vigilance patrol has increased significantly in the past two days. From this change, it is likely that their important figures will come in the near future."

Weiss looked him in the eyes: "Aren't you worried?"

"Worry?" the middle-aged man grinned his teeth, "Who did not die in Slien City, who did not die under the Norman guns? If you are worried, you and I will not stand here safely at this moment. Either you are talking to a ghost, or the Norman soldiers are already surrounded and will rush in at any time."

When he said this, Weiss' reaction was calm. However, the Lorraine guerrilla warriors around him who only heard a few words became alert. In order to ease this unnecessary tension, Weiss laughed heartily: "If we didn't even have this little trust, we wouldn't have come here."

The middle-aged man looked around and glanced at these guerrilla warriors, who were old or young and had thin physiques. Without contempt or disdain, he asked in an antonym of an antonym: "If there is a fire with the Normans, are you all ready to fight to the death?"

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally they all looked at Weiss.

Weiss responded with a calm expression: "Outside Slien, we ambushed two Norman convoys, killed 9 armored vehicles and 8 military vehicles, and killed more than 100 Norman officers and soldiers; at the Rusten abandoned mine, we raided Norman troops, destroyed more than 20 enemy armored vehicles and trucks, and killed two or three hundred Normans. The Normans must have calculated this account with us. If we can't find us, they will also expose their anger on our innocent civilians. Since we are dead at all times, we are certainly willing to die vigorously - to exchange our lives for the lives of several major figures of the Norman Empire. How could we refuse such a good deal?"

The middle-aged man should be satisfied with the answer itself, but he still seems to have doubts about the authenticity and reliability of the answer. So he changed his subject: "I heard that Captain Clumber Heisen has graduated from the Baston Military Academy less than two years ago. He got the opportunity to go to the Dellefig Senior Staff College for further studies. Later, he went to the front line, participated in many battles, and made great achievements... I was a little curious. So many things happened to one person in just over a year. Is the times creating heroes, or does the hero creating the times?"

The other party tactfully expressed his doubts, and everything was being cleaned up. Weiss did not try to defend himself, but squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man and his two subordinates: "Major Wade Stein, although you have inconvenient legs and feet, you don't move too slowly on the battlefield. You have excellent fighting skills and very quick thinking. You don't give much help than the active officers. The two soldiers on your left should be good at close combat, and they are tenacious and not easily overwhelmed by difficulties. The one on the right has a fast running speed and strong shooting ability, but they are easily frustrated when encountering difficulties. I wonder if what I speculate is consistent with the actual situation?"

These words surprised the middle-aged man very much. He stared at Weiss' calm but not ostentatious, confident but not proud face for a while, and asked, "We have never met before. They are both ordinary soldiers who are unknown and do not often follow me. How did you... do it?"
Chapter completed!