It was already a cliff with ice, and there were still flowers. Walking out of the ice and snow everywhere and the cold valley, although the spring was chilly outside, the strong spring had broken free from the constraints of the cold winter. Mr. Long Klumber Heisen, the "guerrilla colonel" of the army from the Ulster Free Federation, rode a single-cylinder and two-wheeled motorcycle, wearing the Norman Army's winter windbreaker, and drove slowly on the straight sandy road. Before this, the soldiers of the Secret Service had already conducted reconnaissance on the target area. In the small town called Gestie, the enemy arranged three cordons, fences, barbed wire and several checkpoints. Obviously, only

More than a thousand soldiers guarding such a warning and defense system must be very loose. Of course, they are equipped with trucks, horses, motorcycles and bicycles. Once a certain post or cordon is issued, they can quickly mobilize their troops to respond. Therefore, the special service forces must act carefully during the operation and carefully find a breakthrough from the enemy's cordon. So, they intercepted the motorcycle of an enemy messenger on the road, hoping to find some important documents on this person, but unfortunately, the messenger was ordered to deliver a letter informing the Gesti garrison's garrison's troops that had been replaced.

The content of the official letter is dull and boring. The only value is that the special service forces have clarified the numbers of the two enemy garrison troops. The 19th Special Guard Regiment stationed in the town of Gesti, and the 1331st Hunting Battalion stationed nearby. According to the inside information obtained previously, the strength of the enemy's garrison regiment is equivalent to half a regular infantry regiment - perhaps less. The so-called Hunting Battalion is a type of basic combat unit of the Norman Army troops, with its troops connected to the ground.

It is often in hilly areas or mountainous areas, and is generally a light infantry battalion, which is good at defense and mobile combat. Through assault interrogation of enemy commanders, they learned about the accurate garrison and existing forces and weapons configuration of this hunting battalion. Their garrison is far away. If a situation occurs in a small town, it only takes more than two hours in a conventional marching manner, which means that the special service must set up some blocking positions along the way to guard against various possible accidents.

The available information was "squeezed" from the Norman messenger. The officers of the Special Service felt that it was necessary to send someone to replace the person to Gusty. On the one hand, they reconnaissed the enemy's alert situation in advance, and on the other hand, they could contact the "rescuers" in advance. Weiss volunteered to carry out the mission. Octavere did not agree at first, and the soldiers of the Special Service were eager to try. In this case, he was good at disguising and was able to get to know the Norman language.

Lobbying for reasons such as close combat, he almost had to compete with everyone on the spot. Time was tight and there was only one chance. Octaveer thought about it and agreed to his proposal. So, on a motorcycle that was not too cool, Weiss came all the way to the enemy's checkpoint. It was still far away, and the seven or eight enemy soldiers on the checkpoint did not show much caution when they saw the messenger who looked like a companion. After all, this place was thousands of miles away from the front line.

"Guys, I'm going to send orders to your regiment headquarters." Weiss shouted in Romantic before arriving at the checkpoint.

A sentry came forward slowly: "Is there any news?"

"I heard that the war is coming to an end, and we may be going home soon, and some of the people inside are going home, too." Weiss replied vaguely.

The sentry looked at him and had no intention of checking the documents. He waved his hand and asked others to open the whistle and let him pass. Weiss himself felt that it was too relaxed and even a little incredible to break through the enemy's first blockade line easily. However, looking at the sentry's relaxed and unrestrained appearance, it didn't seem like he was deliberately ambushing. Maybe in the rear of the enemy, these days have been too calm!

He rode his motorcycle and continued to walk forward. The road was still as straight as it was. Although it was a sandy road, it felt good when riding. There were large areas of farmland around it, but some of them seemed to have been deserted for a while. There were not many barren farmlands, which accounted for about a quarter of all the fields. In other words, three-quarters of the farmland were still cared for, and there were some farmhouses and barns scattered on both sides of the road. Weiss saw a barn that seemed to have collapsed from a distance. Out of curiosity and also a kind of intuition for investigation. Seeing that no one was around, he rode to the barn, stopped the car, and went in to check. There was nothing special about the barn itself, but the broken walls and beams seemed to have been blown up, which means that there had been wars here.

How could a fight happen here? Weiss felt a little strange. This was located between the two cordons, not too far from the town. Could it be that someone had tried to escape from the two cordons that had passed through from the town, and came here, and then fought with the enemy who had caught up here, so he broke the barn. What's the relationship between my barren fields and my barren fields? After all, in a place with a very stable population and under relatively fixed productivity, if some people suddenly leave or disappear, then their farmland will be difficult to get the care of others. This is probably the case.

Then he looked around and found that as long as the other farmhouses and barns were in good-looking, there were people living inside and there were also activities around. Winter and spring had just come, and it was not yet the farming season. It didn't seem like there was a chance to hunt wild animals nearby. Most people just moved around their houses, washing clothes, repairing farm tools, and doing some simple tasks. Occasionally, people saw Weiss standing there looking around, without any too surprised expression.

Weiss narrowed his eyes and looked at it. These people were basically not hostile to him. If the task was not urgent and time was tight, he would be very interested in talking to these Normans to see what kind of country it was and what kind of life its people lived? And why these strange battle traces were born and why.

After a while, he rode his motorcycle again and continued to drive towards the town. Not long after, he arrived at the second blockade line. The blockade line here not only had barbed wire, but also had a deep gully. Under normal circumstances, people could not jump through it.

"Who are you? Where are you going?"

This time, before Weis could speak, the sentries shouted from afar that he was not annoyed by such calls. He slowly rode his motorcycle to the checkpoint, took off his hat and windproof glasses, and dug his ears to show that he had just been clamored by the sound of the motorcycle and did not hear what the sentries were saying.

"Who are you? Where are you going?" the sentries asked again.

"I'm going to send letters to your regiment headquarters." Weiss shouted at the top of his voice.

His Norman language sounded a little strange, and the sentries stared at him, "Which unit are you from?"

"The 1331 Hunting Barracks, here's my ID." Weiss took the initiative to take out the ID forged by the soldiers of the special service forces. To be precise, he posted his photo on it and created a fake mark. If you look closely, you may still find some clues, but in this case, it is unlikely that the enemy's sentinel would be so detailed.

Sure enough, the sentry opposite just took the ID and looked at the photos: "You are a new army who has been replaced! Fortunately, I will be lucky!"

Before Weis left, the sentry asked him again: "By the way, brother, what news is there outside? About the front line."

This question is exactly the same as before. They should have heard of something before, but they are not very sure. Moreover, it seems that the exchange of information from the outside world is not very smooth, or it is relatively isolated here. Weiss could only say it again as before: "It seems that the war is about to end, some of us are going home, and some of us are going home too."

"Go home, what does it mean?" the sentry said with some emotion.

This Norman soldier didn't seem to want to go home because the war did not achieve the expected results and did not achieve brilliant victory, or because their treatment in the army was much better than those after the army was lifted, perhaps both? Weiss thought to himself, but he did not communicate in depth with the other party, but continued to ride the not-so-smoking motorcycle to the first blockade line in the innermost blockade line. After entering the blockade line, he arrived at the target town, where there were thousands of numbers in that town.

Special figures who were deliberately protected by the Norman Empire. They were not dangerous or political prisoners, but some people with special identities - some were foreign officers and families of officials. Because they did not receive the absolute trust of Norman senior officials, they had to pledge "hostages" here. Some were scientists and their families who were not suitable for living in ordinary environments during the war, and some were foreigners who were specially cared for, such as generals captured on the battlefield.

Through the information obtained before, Weiss knew that the innermost blockade line was the most tight and insurmountable. Therefore, he did not rashly break through the blockade line here, but rode a motorcycle around for several times, carefully surveyed the surrounding terrain, and found out the enemy's situation, including the thickness and depth of the defense line of troops deployment and whether there were hidden whistles and warnings.

The sky gradually darkened, and the town on the lakeside lighted up. From a distance, the lights in the town merged with the reflection of the lake, which was very wonderful. Because the target town had such a terrain, the special service troops planned to attack two routes, walking by land and water, and they prepared some kayaks for this. When it was dark, it was also the time for them to take action. Weiss began to approach the innermost cordon of the enemy. He found a place with fewer patrol soldiers. He crossed the trench alone, cut the enemy's barbed wire, and like those plots in the movie, he slowly slipped in quietly with the character of a lone hero. The enemy's sentry guarded such a long cordon, and it was difficult to detect a person who was more agile than a night cat. In this way, Weiss quietly touched the town and walked on the street as if nothing had happened.

Unlike the barbed wire trenches outside the town, there are three steps and five steps to one whistle. The town seems to be like an ordinary town. Most of the people who wander on the street are civilian dresses. They walk calmly, and the children are making fun of each other, and even their pets seem very leisurely. After walking for a long time, they occasionally see a few people in uniforms. They also look at the people around them from afar, and they have no intention of interfering with their actions. On the various signs in the town, it seems that everything is available, and this little person is
Chapter completed!