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Chapter 352 Snowfield Guerrilla Team

"Hey! Captain!"

The ice and snow in the North have never been so cold. For many in the North, this will be one of the most unforgettable winters of their lives.

Whether in Whiterun or the various mining settlements in the North, the global magical heating network that Alice envisioned, which evolved from the post-Amelancy era, has been partially destroyed under the current circumstances. Furthermore, the largest power supply center in the southern port of Hilla has been shut down, no longer providing cheap and reliable magical heating to all the fallen cities in the North.

Now, the cities and settlements in the North, accustomed to modern life and where firewood or coal is no longer burned in their homes, are facing the onslaught of a severe cold—the radiators that used to emit heat no longer provide warmth, and the temperature inside the houses is not as comfortable as it used to be.

However, for the snowfield guerrillas operating inside and outside the city, there was no difference.

Since Alice established the nation and national identity, no country has ever been so difficult to defeat. Amelancie is the best example of this. Everything he has learned and been exposed to since birth tells the people of this country that he is an Amelancie citizen, that he is born equal, that there is no emperor or feudal noble over him, and that this country is their country.

This pride and self-esteem gave rise to armed forces in the occupied territories. Soldiers who had fallen behind, officers, citizens who took up arms, and even regular soldiers who were unable to cross the front lines to return to the rear formed the Northern Snowfield Guerrilla Force. The entire guerrilla force was not a unified unit, but a collective term for all patriotic guerrilla forces in the occupied northern territories.

North of Trian, the Trian River was frozen over. After a day and a night of heavy snow, several people wearing thick cotton clothes slid down the snow slope. In this white forest, 120 guerrillas were waiting for orders, led by a second lieutenant—a student from the Trian Military Academy.

"Lieutenant, I see it! The enemy! An enemy convoy is coming towards us!"

"Great! Tell the brothers! Load the guns, get the rocket launchers ready!"

Both the Imperial Army and the various Amerlancy units were generally equipped with rocket launchers based on the RPG-7. Both sides designed various munitions around the RPG-7, but both the Imperial Army and the Amerlancy units were perfectly compatible with the various munitions developed based on it for their RPG launchers.

However, compared to the Imperial Army, the Amerlane army's RPG-7 was equipped with a bipod, making it more suitable for prone firing.

An armored vehicle led the way, causing the battered road to vibrate slightly. The lieutenant swallowed hard, picked up his binoculars, and looked at the BMP-1 infantry fighting vehicle. Since Amelansi, the Lucy Snow Empire had developed this infantry fighting vehicle through spies, technological exchanges between the Dwarf Duchy and Amelansi, and its own research and development capabilities, and had deployed it extensively in this war.

The lieutenant gave a wink to the rocket launcher operator beside him. These thin-skinned, heavily armored infantry fighting vehicles couldn't withstand the fire of their tandem armor-piercing warheads, even though these armored vehicles were piled with sandbags, fences, and even covered with a layer of cement.

"Fire!"

Gunfire erupted, and a small-scale battle broke out. A rocket hit the lead infantry fighting vehicle, turning it into a burning piece of scrap metal. Then, the guerrillas pulled the triggers of their FAL automatic rifles.

Compared to the regular army, the main weapons of the Northern Guerrillas were the previous generation of Amelansi light weapons, with FAL automatic rifles and MG3 light machine guns being the mainstays. However, even the weapons from the Alice era had become mature, reliable, and time-tested handy weapons after so many years of technological improvements.

"Fire! Suppress them!"

The lieutenant, holding a new FNC automatic rifle, fired long bursts at the Imperial soldiers in front of him. He had prepared a variety of countermeasures. After all, the Imperial soldiers were not to be trifled with. They were well-trained and fearless. But the group in front of him was obviously different. The lieutenant recognized at a glance that the people he was shooting were the rookiest of the rookies.

He sprayed bullets with his rifle at several soldiers standing in the middle of the truck. The new recruits who were escorting the goods had just jumped off the truck when they were mowed down by MG3 gunners positioned on the side and rear. There was at most one platoon escorting this batch of goods, and most of them would just fire randomly on the concrete roadbed after jumping off the truck.

The guerrillas' marksmen carried out a fierce and exhilarating killing spree. Not to mention being wounded, the lieutenant clearly saw that many enemies simply threw down their weapons and turned to run away.

This was not something the Imperial Army's combat troops could do—although the guerrillas had a large number of regular Amerlancy troops, a significant portion of them were Amerlancy citizens who did not want to live in the shadow of the Lucy Yeti. They had not received formal military training and were unlikely to be able to resist the Imperial Army.

"Ceasefire!"

Several guerrillas had already rushed onto the roadbed. The lieutenant kicked a corpse by the roadside—it was Imperial Army KLMK yellow camouflage, but the corpse was clearly not a bear-man—it was the most common Lucy Yeti.

And the insignia on his arm was not Lucy Snow's tricolor flag—but a flag with a yellow cross on a blue background—the Grand Duchy of Nordland, despicable elements who betrayed their homeland and people—these people were the most hateful to the people of the North, and the so-called Grand Duchy of Nordland was the most conspicuous symbol of these ridiculous clowns.

For the regular army, the International War Convention signed in Star City two years ago guarantees that it will not mistreat prisoners, harm those who have laid down their arms, or harm non-combatants. However, the guerrillas disregard these rules. In the north, most guerrillas are not lenient with these so-called "puppet troops" of the Grand Duchy of Nordland's guard and often use terror tactics against these duchy soldiers.

The lieutenant kicked the soldier by the roadside who had his hands raised—a young girl trembling as she raised her hands, but no one showed her any pity—the lieutenant drew an American Army standard 1911 .45 pistol from his waist, pressed it against the surrendered soldier's head, and pulled the trigger.

Betrayal is a shameful act.

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant!"

A guerrilla called out to the lieutenant, who stopped looking at the female corpse lying on the ground, placed his pistol on his waist, and strode forward.

The guerrilla fighter lifted the curtain of the truck—the lieutenant looked closely and saw that the truck was full of prisoners tied up.

"What section are you in?"

"Sir! We are the communications platoon of the 562nd Infantry Brigade."

One of the sergeants tried to salute, but his hands were tied with rope. The second lieutenant pulled his soldier's ID card from his jacket pocket—which matched what he had said.

"How did you surrender?"

"Sir! The enemy has launched a surprise attack on our command post! They have taken control of us, and there's a high-powered radio in another carriage!"

After the signalmen swore they would not surrender to the Empire and would not become traitors, the lieutenant took them back to the guerrilla camp in the woods—the hard-won communication equipment was quickly put into use—and promptly connected the guerrillas to the communication channels from the Northern Theater.

"Children of the Motherland, this is Alice Delalaye speaking to all citizens of Amelansi from the Northern Command, Northern Region Emergency FM 389.5—Amelansi is under invasion by hostile armed forces. People of all cities, towns, and villages in the region, upon hearing this broadcast, immediately report to the local Amelansi National Armed Forces Department and Amelansi Armed Forces. If the National Armed Forces or local armed forces have been destroyed, please organize yourselves and move towards the nearest National Armed Forces."

"The fight against the invading enemy will continue until victory! Long live the nation and the people!"