The sky was dimming, and the command for the French to assemble sounded from the camp in the distance.
As expected, the French soon launched a charge towards the high ground. French soldiers all over the mountains and plains swarmed up, and fierce gunfire suddenly erupted on the position.
Ruan Wen and his men were also charging, but before that, he had told his men not to work too hard and to wait for the opportunity at any time.
The French soldiers attacked Hill 237 like a torrent, but Hill 237 was like a solid rock that never moved at all no matter how the French attacked it.
Highland 237 is a hill with an altitude of less than 200 meters. It has a convex terrain and can be said to be easy to defend and difficult to attack. Set up two machine guns on the top of the hill to block the entrance. If the French want to attack the air force base, they
This must be captured first.
Of course, the ones charging at the front were not the French, but the indigenous Vietnamese soldiers who had always been regarded as inferiors. These French veteran soldiers would not risk their lives. There were only a few low-level French officers mixed in among the Vietnamese soldiers.
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"Ta...ta...ta..." The heavy machine gun roared condescendingly, and the hot bullet casings flew out of the chamber. The Vietnamese soldiers who were charging ahead fell like wheat.
The Vietnamese soldiers charged towards Hill 237 one after another, and were reaped by the kiss of death one after another. The blood stained the layers of corpses. This short distance of a few hundred meters was a road of death for them.
"Bang!" The bullet that was released instantly penetrated into the head of a low-level judge.
In the scope, I saw that the low-level officer's body was shaken, his eyes were full of disbelief, and then he fell down unwillingly. In his eyes, which were gradually losing their luster, there was still disbelief. Perhaps he did not expect that the god of death would resist him.
Get on him.
"Ugh! That guy Mingzi is too violent. He only picks people to hit on the head. Look how bloody it is!" Wu Qiang saw this scene from a distance and couldn't help complaining.
Although he complained in his mouth, his hands did not stop. He pushed up and removed the machine cannon from the plane, and fired wildly at the oncoming enemy troops.
Wang Tiezhu on the side couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard Wu Qiang's complaints. How dare you say that? Look! You are the only one here who is violent and bloody, right?
The aircraft on Highland 237 is equipped with a small machine gun. This machine gun was originally aboard a bomber. However, the bomber was seriously damaged after bombing Haiphong Port, so it is being repaired at the base.
When Wu Qiang knew about it, he shamelessly borrowed it from there. After using it a few times, Wu Qiang fell in love with this "big guy".
"Da... da... da..." This sound is slightly different from that of a heavy machine gun. Its sound is louder and thicker.
The bullet as thick as a thumb caused a bloody storm in the crowd, like the sound of tearing an oilcloth. Every enemy soldier hit was either dead or maimed. Wang Tiezhu saw with his own eyes that a French soldier was torn into pieces, and his limbs and arms were scattered.
The huge recoil of the machine gun made the sandbags on the position tremble. Wu Qiang held on to the trigger, growling low in his throat.
"Ding...dang...ding...dang..." The French counterattacked quickly, and the bullets kept hitting the protective steel plate in front of the cannon, splashing a stream of sparks.
The machine gun ammunition was exhausted, and Wu Qiang quickly pulled the machine gun down. This steel plate was not originally there, but was welded on later to increase the protection. Without this, he would have been beaten to death by those few blows just now.
A honeycomb.
Here, in the sniper scope, I saw with my own eyes that a hole was opened in the head of a low-level French officer, and only blood and flesh were flying everywhere. However, Chu Daming, who fired the gun, remained unmoved and did not even blink his eyelids.
You have to know that he has experienced this situation countless times. Loading the gun, shooting, and killing people are repeated like a machine, efficiently and coldly.
Over the past few days, countless enemy soldiers died in his hands. Every bullet fired from the sniper rifle will take the life of an enemy soldier. Among the special operations soldiers present, in terms of killing,
The one with the most and the fastest belongs to him.
But although these special operations soldiers can fight ten or a hundred, and the weapons in their hands are also very sophisticated, their numbers are too small, and the enemy soldiers they kill will soon be replaced.
The battle was in a stalemate, with Vietnamese soldiers dying one after another. The French commander purely wanted to pave the way with human lives. The war made people crazy, and under the pressure, more French soldiers howled and continuously attacked the 237 Hill.
The blood was mixed with the soil, and the ground became muddy, making it possible for people to slip if they were not careful. The corpses of Vietnamese soldiers were lying everywhere, and the corpses rolled down the hill and piled up like mountains.
This was no longer a battle, but a massacre. The French used the lives of indigenous Vietnamese soldiers to consume the firepower of special operations soldiers.
It was an insurmountable line of death, and everyone who came close to it was torn to pieces. The cruel current situation has put the spirits of some Vietnamese soldiers on the verge of collapse.
Soon, the charging Vietnamese soldiers were still unable to shake the battlefield of the special operations soldiers. They retreated again under the fierce crossfire from their positions.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Damn it! You bunch of losers!..." the French commander drew out his pistol, killed several Vietnamese soldiers who had retreated, and cursed angrily.
Although the Vietnamese soldiers suffered heavy casualties, they could only dare to be angry and dare not speak out when faced with the curses behind them. They were at the forefront of every charge, and their people were also killed. Is this still the case now? These French people
It's really too much.
When Ruan Wen saw his subordinates being killed, he suddenly felt anger welling up in his head. He was about to draw his gun. However, his comrades behind him held down his arm firmly, forcing him to endure it because it was not the time yet.
Gaoping County.
A plume of smoke and dust rose up from the dirt road in the distance, followed by the sound of numerous footsteps. Then a Hainan Army wearing a dark green military uniform jumped out, and then more Hainan Army emerged.
Once the number of people exceeds 10,000, it is boundless. In the eyes of a few Vietnamese soldiers guarding the city, the Hainan Army is like a dark green wave drowning on the horizon.
Five minutes later, the battle in Gaoping County was over.
When the French commander attacked the air base, he probably did not expect that there would be enemy troops behind him, so he took away the few garrison battalions, leaving only the old, weak, sick and disabled.
Today's Gaoping County is basically undefended. The Hainan Army marched arrogantly to the gate of Gaoping County, but Gaoping County immediately raised a white flag and surrendered without even sending a telegram to the French commander.
Immediately afterwards, the 1st Division of the Hainan Army, which had made a long-distance attack, briefly rested in Gaoping County, and then pounced directly on the back of the French infantry brigade attacking the air base.
And all this, the French who were fighting at the front had no idea that a disaster was approaching.