War is not a single-player game, there is no restart, and battle losses are not a set of insignificant numbers.————“Kongchen Quotations”
"Damn it!" Fries, the governor of the French colony in Vietnam, smashed his favorite vase.
Standing in front of him was a senior French officer, but judging from his face, it was definitely not good news.
"Asshole! Are you saying that Beijiang City failed!? Can't you tell me some good news?" Frees roared angrily.
Ever since the Hainanese Army attacked the French Army in Vietnam, he has not had a peaceful day. Today either the Vietnamese indigenous soldiers there mutiny, or the place was captured by the Hainanese Army again. In short, there is no good news.
After his anger gradually subsided, Frese, who calmed down, slumped down in his chair. What he was most worried about now was that the Hainan Army crossed Beijiang City and continued southward, approaching Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam.
If the city of Hanoi is lost in his hands, then he will have an unshirkable responsibility, and his position as the governor of Vietnam will be over. Returning to his country to be tried by a military court will be his only way out.
The more than 20,000 French troops originally stationed in Beijiang City were the only military force the Governor-General could use, and the remaining French troops had to be used to defend various places.
And those 20,000 people were also the most important bargaining chip in Frese's hands. They were originally intended to be used to make a comeback, but now they were all wiped out by the Hainan Army in Beijiang City.
Now the Hainan Army has sent people over to say that it is willing to accept mediation from the other side and the two sides will negotiate.
What the hell is this? If you want to fight, you can fight, but if you don’t want to fight, don’t fight?
Although he was furious, he had lost the biggest bargaining chip in his hand, so he was not confident enough to compete with the Hainan Army. But the situation was stronger than others, so he could only bow his head and admit it.
As for those Vietnamese indigenous soldiers, Freese doesn't have any hope. As long as they don't cause trouble, thank God. If you want to expect them to fight for the Vietnamese Governor-General's Mansion, forget it!
If the French soldiers have only ten units in combat effectiveness, then the Vietnamese soldiers are scum with less than five units in combat effectiveness and can only bully poor people and bandits who are weaker than them.
Every solution he could think of was demonstrated in his mind. In the end, Frese had no choice but to give up and accept the negotiation request put forward by the Hainan Army.
As long as Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam, is not lost in his hands, there is no need to worry about going to a military court. Anyway, in the past few years, all the valuable items that can be found in Vietnam have been looted.
As long as he stabilizes this negotiation, spends money to visit some members of Congress, and finds a way to remove him from this pit of fire, then everything will be solved. As for what happens next, that is the business of the next governor, and it has nothing to do with him.
After thinking about this, Frese immediately ordered his cronies: "Send someone to see their representatives and tell them that we will accept their negotiation requirements!"
"What are you still doing? Didn't you understand? Go quickly!"
"As you command, Lord Governor!"
At this time, Li Weidong was riding a military jeep into downtown Beijiang City, and soldiers from the Hainan Army were walking in neat lines along the street.
As the jeep drove along, many Hainan Army officers saw Li Weidong's rank of major general and quickly saluted, because only the commander-in-chief of the Hainan Army had the rank of major general.
Because no matter what, the Hainan Military Government was a subordinate agency of the Nanjing Government. Although it was only in name, Li Weidong felt that it was better not to provoke the Nanjing Government's nerves too much, so he accepted the military rank given to him by the Ministry of National Defense.
Compared with Li Weidong's age, the rank of major general is actually very high. If it were a peaceful era, it would have taken him decades to get the rank of major general.
Although this war has only lasted three short months from the beginning to the present, the Hainan Army is already exhausted.
For example, the officers and soldiers of the First Division first marched for two consecutive days to rescue Gaoping Airport. Then they went south non-stop to Beijiang City to participate in the battle.
The streets of Beijiang City are full of building ruins and debris. The corpses of French soldiers have been cleared away, and many walls are still stained with blood stains that were not cleaned in time.
The horn sounded, and the Hainan Army soldiers in front moved to the middle of the road and watched the jeep passing by with numb eyes.
Half a year ago, they were just honest farmers, busy all day long for life, but now they have become qualified soldiers.
They have become accustomed to seeing death and have adapted to the smoke-filled battlefield. When they shoot to kill, their hands no longer shake.
Li Weidong had a heavy report in hand. Although the results of the North Vietnam War were brilliant, the Hainan Army also paid an extremely heavy price.
The number of casualties among the Hainan Army soldiers who went on the expedition reached 9,000. Even if a large number of wounded soldiers were cured, they could not continue fighting and had to retire.
"parking!"
Li Weidong suddenly stopped the military vehicle, opened the door and walked out.
What came face to face was a group of Hainan Army soldiers in ragged clothes, supporting each other. Their leader was a limping officer wearing a cane, and his worn uniform proved that he was an officer.
Coming to him, Li Weidong asked: "Captain! Tell me your serial number!"
Perhaps because he kept his head down while holding his crutch, he didn't see Li Weidong. When he heard someone asking, he realized that it was the officer asking.
"Chief...! Ah, Commander!"
Although he had never met Li Weidong in person, when he saw the rank of major general on Li Weidong's uniform, he guessed Li Weidong's identity and immediately saluted.
"No need to be so formal! I just want to ask for your serial number?" Li Weidong patted him on the shoulder and told him to relax.
"Report to the commander! I am Zhou Wenqiang, commander of the third battalion of the first regiment of the second division of the Hainan Army. I have been ordered to lead my troops to retreat to the rear for repairs!" Although Li Weidong asked him to relax and the injury to his calf made him uncomfortable, he still tried his best to maintain a military posture.
Look at the subordinates behind him who are all in ragged clothes. They have been fighting on the line of life and death for three days. Many of their uniforms have lost their original color, and almost everyone has a hemostatic bandage on their body.
Their firearms were casually carried on their shoulders or hung around their necks, forming a sharp contrast with the neatly dressed Hainan Army soldiers.
But these people all have one thing in common, that is, they clean their firearms very cleanly. That is because they deeply understand the reliability of guns on the battlefield.
There were only more than a hundred people in this team, like remnants of soldiers, but they were respected by other soldiers. Because these people had been rushing to the front of the battle line, tearing apart their defense line like sharp knives.
His eyes were a little moist, and Li Weidong's words of encouragement were stuck in his throat. In the end, he just silently patted the battalion commander's shoulder and said: "You..., you are all good! You are the heroes of this war!"
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Zhou Wenqiang straightened his military cap, stood at attention and saluted: "On behalf of the 213th Battalion! Living and dead soldiers, salute the commander-in-chief!"
A military salute and a sentence tell the loyalty and belief of the Hainan Army soldiers.
The North Vietnam War is over, but the war horn continues to sound, and they will enter new battlefields and fight for the rise of the country.