At the Caoping Air Force Base in Vietnam, the French attack was still held back by the Langya special forces soldiers on the outskirts of the jungle.
"Boom!" The grenade exploded in front of him, and the dust raised fell on Wu Qiang, who was lying down.
"Bah! Bah! Damn it, is this shit not over yet?" Wu Qiang spat out two mouthfuls of dirt.
Wu Qiang was filled with complaints and secretly scolded the French soldiers for being afraid of death and not daring to charge head-on. Instead, they lay on the ground and kept throwing grenades.
In fact, this is not because the French soldiers were afraid of death and did not dare to charge. Before this, the French soldiers had organized three infantry charges, but each time they were repulsed by special operations soldiers with rain of bullets.
To charge against an airtight hail of bullets is not to be brave, but to risk death! A typical queuing to be shot.
And the two sides have been fighting for so long, and the French soldiers are not fools. Knowing that the Hainan Army's firepower is fierce, they continue to "line up and shoot"?
The repeated defeats of the Vietnamese indigenous soldiers made the French military commander lose his patience. He switched to French soldiers to attack, which immediately increased the pressure on Wu Qiang and others.
After finally holding on until dark, Wu Qiang breathed a sigh of relief. They would not worry about the French soldiers attacking at night, because they would arrange to monitor the French camp at night and report back immediately if there was any situation.
The French were tricked by the special operations soldiers and were ambushed twice. Then the French learned their lesson and knew that they could not defeat these jungle warfare experts in a night battle.
At this moment, the air force base in Gaoping County was facing the siege of the French infantry brigade. Twenty miles away, soldiers of the Hainan Army's First Division were marching at night. Their goal was to rescue the air force base in Gaoping County.
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"Run forward! Hurry!" During the march, a battalion commander held a burning torch in his hand to encourage his soldiers. There were also many soldiers in the team running forward with rifles on their right shoulders and torches in their left hands.
The orange-red flames reflected these young faces. Although some of them felt very tired and had blisters on their feet, they still gritted their teeth and persisted.
Death orders have been issued from above, and they must march all night and arrive at the air force base before dawn.
They are big soldiers, they don't know what high-minded talk is, and they don't know what their combat intentions are.
They had only one simple idea, that is, the commander-in-chief wanted them and their families to have enough to eat and no longer suffer from hunger and cold, so they should follow the commander-in-chief's orders.
Because of the emergency situation, Jiang Tao commanded the First Division and did not take the hidden path, but marched openly on the official road.
The county towns we encountered along the way did not have many troops stationed there. Some of the county towns with large numbers of people only had a mob of three or four hundred people. When they encountered the tens of thousands of troops of the First Division, they immediately surrendered.
By the way, here is the French army. Ever since the French used the indigenous Vietnamese soldiers as cannon fodder, there has been a strange atmosphere in the entire Vietnamese army camp.
At this time, in a secret tent in the military camp, several Vietnamese officers gathered together to discuss.
"Brother Ruan! Those bastards don't regard us as human beings at all, and they actually let us die!" One of the officers with a hot temper said angrily.
"That's right! Our brothers have been with us through life and death. If we don't have an explanation, how can we lead this team?" said another slightly older officer.
Brother Ruan has the highest prestige among them, and Brother Ruan is what these people call him in private. These native soldiers are always bullied by the French soldiers, so they form a group in private to support each other.
The Ruan brother they were asking about now had a face as cold as a pool of cold water. In the past few days, his brothers had suffered heavy casualties at the front. The seriously injured ones were not treated when they came back, and the wounded soldiers were wailing all over the place. He was also filled with anger, and the soldiers under his
My emotions have gradually become uncontrollable.
The last time the French asked them to test the minefield, their men almost fought with the French. In the end, they relied on his prestige among the Vietnamese soldiers to suppress them.
Later, in the battle and charge, they were asked to charge in the front. Many died at the hands of the Hainan Army, and many died in the French supervising team.
Today, due to a quarrel over dinner, the two sides almost came to blows, and the Vietnamese soldier who made the mistake was severely punished. The soldiers had been accumulating resentment for several days, and it had begun to germinate.
Ruan Wen has already discovered some signs. When his soldiers secretly looked at the French, their eyes were full of resentment. Now it's just a spark, and it will completely detonate.
But he was undecided. If he fell out with the French soldiers now, let alone whether they could win. Even if they succeeded, they would not be able to gain a foothold in Vietnam. Do they want to go to Burma and become bandits?
"Have you ever thought that the French Governor-General would let us go? Where will we go after that?" An older officer said. He considered it more comprehensively and also expressed Ruan Wen's thoughts.
"What are you afraid of? The worst we can do is surrender to the Hainan Army. If this continues, the soldiers below will rebel!" said the hot-tempered officer, slamming the table.
And his words also made Ruan Wen's eyes light up. Recently, he also got a lot of news about the Hainan Army. He only knew that they were so powerful that even the French couldn't stand it and ran back to Hanoi.
And this time is a very good opportunity. Based on his observations in the past few days, although the Hainan Army opposite is a rare elite, their number is too small. Facing the French's continuous attacks, they will always be defeated.
If I can unite with them and defeat the French soldiers, it will be a great "contribution". Then I will be confident to talk about surrender.
"Yeah! That's right, let's do this tomorrow...!" Ruan Wen made the decision immediately, and then secretly plotted his plan.
At dawn, the battle will continue.
This is already the fourth morning for special operations soldiers to defend the air base. Wu Qiang, who had slept in the trench all night, opened his eyes and quickly opened the moisture-proof blanket wrapped around him. He cautiously stared at the opposite position while shaking himself awake.
Comrade next to him.
Niu Meng accepted him as the commander of Highland 237 and sniped at the enemy troops in the southeast of the base. He was said to be a commander, but in fact he only had about twenty people here.
Wu Qiang adjusted the helmet on his head and picked up a telescope to observe the opponent's position. Smoke was rising from the kitchen opposite. His military uniform was worn to pieces.
After waking up, Wang Tiezhu turned over, quickly grabbed the gun, and rushed out of the trench. This series of actions was done smoothly without any hesitation.
"Old Wang! The enemy hasn't come up yet, relax!" Wu Qiang patted Wang Tiezhu on the shoulder and said.
And Wang Tiezhu's current appearance is not good, much worse than that of Wu Qiang next to him.
There is still a layer of gauze wrapped around the forehead, which was scratched by a piece of gravel. The original color of the gauze has long since been stained earthy gray by dust and soot.
Four days of training have turned this skilled cook into a veteran who has experienced many battles.