In the end, three BF109s shot down ten of the twelve bombers in fifteen minutes, and the remaining two were forced to land on the wasteland in Siam with injuries, and the four crew members ended up with three dead and one seriously wounded. This was an unprecedented fiasco for the Royal Siam Air Force, and it had never happened before when an entire squadron was annihilated as a whole as this one.

The only thing that makes Siamese people feel fortunate is that it is not the Siamese Air Force pilot who finally flies the plane, you must know that flying in Siam is a recognized aristocratic industry, and you are not qualified to fly in the sky without a little identity background.

As for how to account for the lost aircraft, this is no longer a question for them to consider, because now they are about to face a full 50,000 enraged French army.

The Saigon Motorized Infantry Division of French Indochina is a purely French unit, from the lieutenant general to the cooks in the cooking class, and even the baggage wagons in the logistics platoon are all French soldiers on duty.

The members of this motorized infantry division were all officers and soldiers who were captured in the early days of the war, and many of them participated in the bloody counteroffensive at Dunkirk, and they were really the elite of the French Army, the kind that could go head-to-head with the German Army.

They are the pre-war national defense standing army, most of the soldiers are volunteers who have signed long-term service contracts, being a soldier for these people, is already a means of supporting their families, these people joined the army when they were only twenty-one years old, except for fighting other livelihood skills, usually these people will serve in the army until thirty or forty years old, and then return to their hometowns with savings and a pension, if they are lucky, they can also find a job farming, if they live long enough, they can also get a pension from the government.

But many people are accustomed to life in the army and can't accept the dull life in the countryside, so they will choose to run out to be mercenaries, so the French soldiers are the most popular among the international mercenaries, the second is the British, and the third is a famous fighting nation.

Not only the Germans, but even their President Petain believed that these people were a potential threat, whether they were released into society or reorganized, it would cause a series of troubles, and it happened that France's Asian colonies were threatened by force from Japan, and the German Führer was also preparing to launch his Asian strategy, so this group of soldiers had the best place to go, since they loved France so much, then go and defend the colonies of the motherland.

The commander, Lieutenant General Brion, had learned of the Siamese attack on the French Indochina Federation over the radio, and that Siamese Air Force bombers had crossed the border and launched a surprise attack on Sisophon, the capital of Banteay Meanchey province, in which more than 200 French officers and men were killed.

Admiral Jean-Degu announced to the colony on the radio that the Federation of French Indochina was immediately in a state of war, and the Admiral declared war on the Kingdom of Siam on behalf of the Federal Government of French Indochina, with the powers conferred on him by the French Republic.

When the telegram was received from the command, the Saigon Motorized Rifle Division was moving to the territory of Battambang province, and the vast terrain of the central plains of Cambodia was ideal for training mechanized troops. To the delight of the lieutenant general, the heavy equipment attached to the troops had not yet had time to unload the train, and if the order was to be delayed for half a day, it would definitely cause a big mess.

Now the situation was much better, he only had to reassemble the officers and soldiers who had scattered half of Battambang and stuff them into the carriages, and if all went well, they would be able to reach Silkofeng by midnight. According to radio communications, the French troops in Banteay Meanchey province had begun to move towards the border, and if the Saigon Division did not pick up speed, it might not be able to catch up with the first wave of attack.

"We've done five kilometers, can we take a break?" Ensign Barr untied the towel around his neck and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Okay, ten minutes off." Captain Danielle took off his Adrian helmet and wiped his sweat, then untied the kettle from his waist.

"It's damn weather, it hasn't rained in a week." Ensign Barr gulped down some warm water that had been sunburned.

"It's the right weather for war, don't complain, second lieutenant. You've just arrived, so I don't blame you, if you've tasted the rainy season here, you'll miss these sunny days. Danielle plugged the kettle back into the sleeve at the back of the kettle.

It was a standard colonial infantry platoon, with half of the soldiers coming from the mainland and half of the soldiers being local expatriates.

PS: I'm sorry, I suddenly feel unwell, that's all there is to it today, this chapter is sent out regularly, sorry. (To be continued.) )