After dawn, the rain was still falling. Valier, a small town of Lorraine, surrounded by mountains and waters, was quiet in this rain. In the sky, two ships were flying from the direction of Slien. In terms of size, they were fat and short, one was thin and long, one looked like a sheep, and the other was like a hound. Soon, they approached Valier and both slowed down. The fat and short ship was the first to lower its height, and it seemed that they were planning to land in the square in the center of the town, while the thin one was on the air.

"The enemy's second-level patrol ship is about 1,500 feet in height, and the third-level transport ship continues to decline - its maximum crew is 450 people, which is equivalent to two infantry companies."

In a woods outside the town, several soldiers in camouflage disguised squatted under a hidden net cover and watched the enemy situation with a telescope. After raiding and occupying the town, they only stayed for half a night, evacuating residents, transferring prisoners of war and making corresponding combat arrangements. Finally, they used the captured enemy radio station and password book to send out telegrams for help. The two flying ships in sight were the big fish attracted by the bait they threw.

In the telescope's field of vision, the enemy transport ship gradually lowered its height. When the ship was lowered above the spire of the church, the cabin doors were already open. I guess the Norman soldiers who came with the ship were eager to try. At this moment, it suddenly stopped falling. Seeing this scene, Weiss couldn't help but frown: These Normans are quite vigilant!

After hovering for a while, the transport ship actually began to climb. The signal light on the ship sent a series of signals to the patrol ship that was responding to high places - the Normans called the escort ship. The patrol ship increased its speed and circled around the town. The transport ship climbed to a height of about five or six hundred feet above the ground, and slightly staggered the square in the center of the town, as if there was a large amount of explosives buried below, which was powerful enough to swallow the flying ships that landed or hovered at low altitude.

At the beginning, Weiss led Lorraine guerrilla warriors to fight the Norman army and used this simple and crude strategy more than once. The effect was unspeakable. There was only one insurmountable disadvantage, that is, it was too much. This time he led the guerrilla advance team back to Lorraine, with weapons and ammunition, and high-stability strong explosives. It is not impossible to set up an explosion trap that can "swallow" the warships, but these explosives have very important uses in the future. It is not wise to use them in one breath. Moreover, an overly violent explosion will inevitably cause the collapse of the mine pit. If this tactic is used, the residents of the town will move to other places...

Although the Normans in the sky smelled danger from the ground, they had no ability to see through the rain screen, but could not penetrate the houses and vegetation. After a quarter of an hour, they neither saw the enemy nor were attacked. They made new moves: transport ships circled around the town, and escorted ships were like dolphins playing in the water, descending to a height close to the treetops again and again, flying for a short distance, then climbing and repeating.

At this time, Weiss was not afraid of the enemy's discovery of his own deployment, but was a little worried that the soldiers who lacked combat experience would be exposed due to fire or rash moves. Fortunately, these two thousand officers and soldiers strictly implemented their instructions and firmly nailed them to the preset ambush position.

As time went by, the Normans' anxiety, doubt and curiosity rose alternately. Finally, they decided to let the combat infantry go to the ground to find out the truth: the escort ship returned to the cover position, and the transport ship avoided the extremely weird square in the town and chose to land on the river beach west of the town.

Almost the moment the Norman transport carrier strut hit the ground, Weiss called out: "Hut, hit a red signal flare!"

Not far behind him, a young soldier rose up, pulled out the signal gun, loaded the signal flare, and came up diagonally.

In the gray rain curtain, the flashing red light spots were so dazzling. It quickly reached the highest point and then slowly fell. When it was still sliding in the air, a thud of "drums" suddenly sounded in the silent woods. On the Norman side, some soldiers who had been stationed in Lorra for a long time were absolutely despised by this sound. The Lorra resistance armed forces were good at using this kind of curved weapon to carry out various harassment and ambush, which once made the Norman army unable to defend. It was not until the very strategic Baron Scala took office as the military governor of Lorra and adopted the strategy of digging the bottom, which gradually cleared those difficult resisters.

At the time of the hasty transfer of the Klumber-Haisen factory, the equipment and supplies were not complete, and the mortars were not perfect in performance. Now the Federal Army's guerrilla advance team is not large in scale, but it is backed by the wartime industry of the entire Ulster Free Federation. The mortars they carried were improved by the military industry and processed by precision machine tools. The combat performance has been greatly improved. At this moment, a total of 36 mortars were deployed around the town Valier - including the positions on the other side of the river. 36 mortar combat groups were each led by a non-commissioned officer, using rigorous and scientific operating strips.

The order was to strike the targets on the ground. After the battle started, 36 mortars fired one after another within a distance of no more than five seconds. This dense drum beat was a great encouragement to the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla advance team, and a terrible death talisman for the enemy. Amid the extremely short whistling sounds, mortar shells fell to the river beach, and some directly hit the Norman transport ships. The collision between steel and steel instantly turned into violent explosions, and some landed on the surrounding river beach, either hit pebbles and exploded, or plunged into mud and sand, and only broke out until the delayed fuse occurred.

The functions and performance of the Normans' third-class transport ships are roughly the same as those of the Federal Army's rapid transport ships. Although they are not wearing armor like combat ships, they are also steel and iron-bone structures. The steel plates covering the ship can effectively resist the attacks of gunfires and even small-caliber machine guns. A mere two mortar shells are not enough to destroy them, but continuous bombardment will create more and more wounds, threaten the bridge, damage and even destroy the steering and propulsion devices. After being bombarded, the Norman transport ship did not care about the soldiers who had landed and were leaving the ship. It quickly took off and climbed up quickly.

I am afraid that I cannot get out of the predicament in the shortest time, but more mortar shells followed one after another. Even if they had a hit rate of only one-quarter or even one-fifth, twenty or thirty mortar shells bombarded the ship every minute, and continued explosions eroded its body and soul. It hurriedly climbed to a height of about two hundred feet above the ground, and suddenly found that it could no longer climb. After a strange tremor, it slowly fell with its four-shot tongue and rolling smoke, falling to about half of its position, as if it suddenly lost support, and smashed it in a free fall posture.

Such a giant suddenly shook the earth when it landed. Weiss did not hesitate and ordered the signal soldiers to fire a green signal flare. After taking the town, he chose a battle plan according to local conditions, allowing more than 2,000 officers and soldiers participating in the war to deploy and act at the signal flare. When the enemy's flying ships were dispatched, he determined the ship type and performance from afar through special skills, and combined field phone calls and commands to send orders to the commands.

Each mortar team conveyed the final battle order. This green signal flare was like a stop on the piano score. All mortars stopped shooting immediately, and the members of the artillery team were hidden on the spot to guard against the retaliatory artillery fire of enemy warships. In fact, due to decisive action, accurate positioning, and rapid shooting, each mortar team only fired seven or eight rounds, from firing to cease fire for less than three minutes. The Norman warship, which was responsible for cover, rushed several artillery shells...

On rainy days, early morning, vegetation, explosion smoke, and the smoke and sound produced by mortar shooting were small, so the gunners on the Norman warship were not even sure where the target was. Their dozens of small and medium-caliber naval guns were blindly fired, and they looked very lively, and it seemed that they had swept through a large area of ​​woods. However, the attackers neither fired the white flag nor fled in a hurry, and there was no large amount of ammunition exploded in the woods. After half an hour of intermittent bombardment, the artillery fire of the Norman warship gradually stopped. A third-class ship, the execution of the

The ammunition supplies carried during the regular mission usually do not fill up the spare space. After so long, the gun barrels began to overheat and the ammunition depot was empty. Looking down from the air, the originally clear river water of the gurgling Palen River was contaminated with the blood of the Normans and the various oils on the falling battleships, which was shocking, but even more deadly, the Norman soldiers who landed first and survived the battleship crash were still trapped in the river beach and adjacent fields. The scattered gunfire kept reaping their lives.

Watching their companions struggle on the line of life and death, the crew on the Norman warship could not bear it. What made people even more disappointing was that they sent radio codes continuously, but they were unable to get a response from their superiors and friendly forces for a long time, as if there was a terrible force in the dark to swallow them all. Now, they were in a dilemma: either, they would either risk being attacked by the enemy to support and rescue their trapped companions, or temporarily leave their companions to deliver warnings.

The third road is not without, but I watched the companions on the ground die one after another, and wait until the command center realizes that something is wrong before sending support, maybe a few hours, maybe a whole day... In comparison, this road undoubtedly has more pain and uncertainty.

After suffering for a long time in hesitation, the Normans finally made a choice: they first conducted two fast low sweeps like dolphins, conducted close-range explorations of the woods and towns, and bombarded all suspicious targets. Then, the cruiser equipped with dozens of naval guns and covered with light armored important parts quickly climbed in the longing eyes of their infantry, and flew away in the direction they came without looking back.
Chapter completed!