National Army rebellion?

The National Army rebelled!

On the first day he led the mercenaries into Strategic Village 13, Fruhoff had a premonition that his Vietnamese allies would one day fall to the rebels, but when this premonition came true, the commander was not at all happy - happy? The rebellious Vietnamese soldiers were less than two hundred yards away from him, and they were firing around with rifles "bang bang bang", and idiots would be happy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, the commander felt that he was not much different from an idiot.

"Dave. Fruhoff, you're a stupid pig who knew the Vietnamese soldiers were going to rebel and didn't take the slightest precautions - you fucking look like a stupid pig. Fruhauff cursed himself as he kicked a mercenary in the ass of a mercenary standing in his way. Don't stand here like a fool, boy. He yelled, "Kill all the rebels, then seal the gates." ”

"Uh...... Sir," the mercenary felt that his commander might not have seen the situation clearly, "there are only six of us, but the rebels have a whole platoon, and I think we ......"

Fruhaoff interrupted him. "Hey, boy, who's the one here who gave the order?"

"You, sir."

"I'm glad you remember that, kid." After a pause, the commander roared in a louder voice, "Now I fucking want you to go forward and kill all the rebels, do you understand?" ”

The mercenaries were frightened. "Understood, sir."

"Then do my orders at once, now!" After saying that, Fruhauff took his submachine gun from the squadron master chief who hurried over, turned around and waved to the few mercenaries gathered behind him, "Follow me, marines!" ”

"Dave, we're not ......," said the squadron master sergeant, but Fruhauff was already firing as he headed towards the rebels. He turned to the others and finished his speech. "Marines."

The mercenaries made a helpless gesture together, and then someone asked, "What are we going to do?" ”

"What else can I do?" Master Chief raised his right hand and pointed straight ahead, "Attack!" ”

The mercenaries looked at each other, shrugged, and then, like their out-of-control commander, alternately covered their advance as they opened fire, and began the first round of counterattacks. Soon, the mercenaries were caught in a fierce and boisterous exchange of fire with the rebel soldiers who were in control of the gate.

On the watchtower, both Wendesi and Vane saw the counterattack team led by Fruhauff - of course, they didn't know that this was an operation organized by the squadron commander himself, but they thought the guys were crazy.

"We have to help them, or the Vietnamese will kill them all." He began to turn the muzzle of the machine gun, but he immediately noticed a problem: due to the angle and distance, the rebel soldiers controlling the gate happened to be obscured by the watchtower and bunker next to the gate, and the machine gun could not hit them.

"Hell! Which fool is this defense? He cried out. But such accusations are unjustified and meaningless. But he finally had a way to help his own people.

He turned his gun back and turned it on the rebels and rioting villagers who were still rushing towards the gate. But before firing, he hesitated - he didn't want to open fire on ordinary villagers, especially those who were unarmed. Now, however, they are a real threat, both to his colleagues who are struggling and to himself. Wen Deji bit his lip and finally shot.

The monotonous, dull, but rhythmic sound of the "potato digger" finally sounded. In response, there was an immediate void in the large crowd that was running fast, and of course their progress stopped. Those who were not hit by the bullets had to immediately disperse, seek cover or lie down in place, while using bullets to return the favor to the enemy who tried to kill them.

But in this more noisy firefight, Boon Duc Si took the absolute initiative, constantly turning the muzzle of his gun, nailing one Vietnamese after another to death in the rice field, but the Vietnamese bullets could not pose even the slightest threat to him. There was only one thing that could be called troublesome for him: the three-hundred-round canvas cartridge belt used by the machine gun, which was very difficult to keep in a smooth motion, and despite Vane's best efforts, often jammed.

Both of them began to miss Wochs.

But now, Wachs could neither climb the watchtower nor have the opportunity to do so - he had already joined the fight. While Moonheir was exchanging bullets with the rebels and the rioting villagers, Thomas had already launched an attack on the North Gate with his team.

A near-complete squad is enough to change the situation on the battlefield. And in fact, the group led by Fruhaoff had already caused the rebels in control of the gate to suffer: the mercenaries' accurate fire caused a lot of casualties, and the rebel soldiers' volleys were inaccurate. The situation had been clear from the beginning, and now it had become even clearer, and the rebel lines were quickly crumbling under flanking fire from the left and right, and the reinforcements they were expecting were blocked by machine-gun fire, and now they were either dead, wounded, or trapped in the rice fields, not working at all.

For the mercenaries, regaining control of the gate is just a pointless matter of time.

The same was true of the command of the recapture of the French - two other infantry squads that had been assembled were attacking it, while the mercenaries of the heavy fire detachment had set up mortars.

Immediately, four shells fell into the command headquarters.

Then there were four more shots.

There was a violent explosion, and a whole bunch of things were thrown into the sky. But the mercenaries still felt that this was not enough, and the gunners quickly picked up the third shell, but before they could put the shells into the mortars, the rudimentary headquarters made of bricks and wood had collapsed in flames and smoke.

The gunners were stunned for a moment, which was obviously a bit unexpected by them. But in the end, they fired the shell and blew the rest to pieces - whatever it was.

"My God!" After witnessing all this, Lieutenant D-Vigion felt that the Americans were all crazy, and what did they do? I'm afraid that no one in the command will survive, whether it is Vietnamese or French, but now, he can only watch from the sidelines, and can do nothing: the infantry company of the National Army under his command originally had three platoons, but one platoon rebelled and had just been blown up by the Americans, one platoon was disarmed by the rebels and rioting villagers, and as for the remaining platoon, only God knows whether they are still trustworthy, not to mention that he has no idea where these guys are hiding.

"The Vietnamese don't fight the Vietnamese," thought the lieutenant angrily, "and now I can't command anyone but myself." ”

Still, he considers himself lucky. At the beginning of the rebellion, the other two Nationalist company commanders, as well as all the platoon commanders, and the infantry platoon that was responsible for monitoring the Nationalists and the Americans, were in the headquarters, and as a result a rebel army rushed in and took them all prisoner - it is likely that the lieutenant did not think that his comrades would resist, especially when they were lying with women instead of weapons - of course they were all doomed under the onslaught of the Americans, and he was the only one who was safe and sound, what could be more important than that?

So, despite the anger just now, now Dvigian began to giggle, but after only a second, his smile froze all over his face: a group of National Army soldiers were running towards him...... There were about seventy of them, heavily armed, and they didn't seem very friendly, giving the impression that they were rebels too.

At least the lieutenant felt that they were.

He looked around him. It's good that not a single mercenary is around, they are either attacking the command or fighting back against the rebels who are controlling the gates, or they have not yet appeared.

"Oh, God." His body began to tremble slightly, but the trembling soon became intense. Thinking that all he could rely on was a revolver, D-Vigion began to consider whether it would be more appropriate to surrender, but it was then that he heard the voice of God...... No, not God's voice, a familiar Vietnamese voice, and as friendly as ever.

"Lieutenant, Lieutenant Dvigian, thank goodness you're still alive." Nguyen Phuc Shou's voice revealed obvious joy and excitement, and there were even a little traces of choking.

It was a heartfelt feeling, but not because of how much he liked his French superiors, but because De Vigion could protect him in this moment - since there were Nationalist soldiers rebelling, the Americans would certainly not trust the other Nationalist soldiers anymore, either they would disarm the rest, or they would shoot every Vietnamese they saw with weapons.

Of course, no matter what, Nguyen Phuc Tho knew that he would definitely be doomed.

The French knew what he had done last time, "the Vietnamese don't fight the Vietnamese", and there was clearly an informant in the troops, and by no means only one. This was one of the reasons why the infantry company had been transferred to Strategic Village No. 13 - the other reason was that D-Vigion had been extremely angry with Captain Martial for withdrawing before the troops had left - and the fact that there was a platoon in the company that had been involved in the rebellion, and if there had been no one to defend him, the French would have thought that the rebellion had something to do with him, and then, imprisoned for life, exiled or shot, he would have received one of these sentences, but Nguyen Phuc Tho wanted to remain in his current position.

So, it's so wonderful that Lieutenant D-Vigion is still alive, not in the hands of the rebels, and not killed by American shells. Nguyen Phuc Tho did have the urge to burst into tears.

But Lieutenant Dwigion was even more agitated than he was: just a moment ago, he had made the difficult choice between resisting or surrendering, and now he had a group of soldiers, though no one knew whether they were reliable or not. "Thank God, Nguyen, that you still have such a unit reserved for me." He rushed forward eagerly and gave Nguyen Phuc Tho a hard hug, but it almost suffocated the skinny Vietnamese.

"Lieutenant, now is not the time to celebrate," Nguyen Phuc Tho said with difficulty...... "the battle is not over yet...... And I'm running out of breath. ”

"Oh, I'm just so excited." D-Vigion let go of his men while secretly reproaching himself for not hugging a Vietnamese. But there was something he didn't care about at all: combat.

"The battle is over, Nguyen, the Americans have eliminated the rebels who captured the command." Bombing the rebels into the sky along with their French captives, of course - he would lodge a vehement protest with Captain Martial; As for the north gate, the lieutenant turned around and saw just in time that the mercenaries, who were attacking from both sides, were meeting there. "You see, the last rebel army has also been wiped out."

The matter has been settled once and for all.

Dwegian breathed a sigh of relief.

But Fruhoff did not. The last group of rebel soldiers and rioting villagers were still in the rice fields, and although the machine guns on the watchtowers were eliminating them one by one, the commander wanted to end the fighting as soon as possible.

"Thomas," he ordered, "send two groups of men to destroy them." The rest of the men cleaned up the camp, and I wanted to make sure that not a single rebel was still alive. ”

The gates of the camp that had just been closed opened again, and two groups of mercenaries rushed out, only to find that the rebels and villagers who were still active had abandoned their weapons and fled. With a slight pause, the soldiers began to pursue their enemy.

Fruhoff was pleased with their performance. It was only at this time that he suddenly saw Dvigian, and the soldiers of the Nationalist Army standing with him.

"Damn French fool, how is he still with the Vietnamese?" The commander shouted.

"Not all Vietnamese soldiers were involved in the rebellion, there were some French bosses who still supported them." Thomas argued.

"Whether or not those people still support the French, I don't want to see them still armed until I've carefully screened them." The commander beckoned his men to go over and disarm all the Nationalist soldiers, but Thomas stopped him.

"I'm afraid it's not appropriate to do that now, sir. Our mortars have just killed a large group of Frenchmen, and he will not agree with us disarming his soldiers. ”

"I don't see anything to do with these two things."

"But the French will think they have a relationship."

"Then I'll keep him with the Vietnamese." "I don't want to see a group of Vietnamese with weapons roaming around my place," Fruhoff said arrogantly. ”

"I suggest you think about it seriously, sir." Thomas insisted.

Fruhauff glared at him and almost wanted to get the pesky out there, but doing so also meant reproach from the upper echelons of the company, not to mention the fact that he was also responsible for the French soldiers who died under mercenary fire - although Van . Commander Dean and the company would have insisted that the mercenaries had acted exactly right, but within the company, there would still be severe punishments.

At times like these, more is always better than less.

"All right, Thomas." Fruhaoff took a step back, "but I will send someone to closely monitor their movements, if ......"

The commander stopped, with a puzzled expression on his face: the machine gun was firing continuously. But this obviously shouldn't be, because the water-cooled machine guns are too cumbersome, and the mercenaries use air-cooled "potato diggers", so the machine gunners will only fire continuously on very special occasions, otherwise there will always be regular long burst fire - but what is going on now? There was still a pause, but everyone knew it was because of the damned, often jammed canvas belt, not the Heavy firing at the burst...... But what other goal is worth it?

Fruhauff was still thinking about it, and the mercenary's loud shouts had already reached his ears. "Rebels! Brigade of rebels! Then, the shouts turned into hoarse screams, "Enemy attack!" ”

The two groups of mercenaries sent out to eliminate the rebels and the rioting villagers shouted loudly and fled into the strategic village like frightened rabbits. Just behind them, at the edge of the rice paddies, countless rebels were emerging from the woods, seemingly never-ending.

"God!" Thomas's face immediately turned pale, "There are at least thousands of rebels here!" ”

He had thought that he had encountered enough rebels on his last mission, and that he had counted almost a thousand corpses, but ...... Well, people make mistakes sometimes, but why is it the same group of people who get into trouble every time?

Thomas was shocked and depressed. Why is it always me?

"Why do we always have this kind of thing?" Vane saw exactly the same as his commander.

"Leave it all at that, Vince, give me a new belt." Wen Deji turned his gaze to the north gate and listened carefully. Although he didn't hear anything, Fruhoff was indeed shouting: "Block the gates, everyone goes into bunker and prepares for battle!" Then he muttered, "We're in big trouble now." ”

Very big trouble. However, the mercenaries, who had just taken a few breaths, quickly moved and began to prepare for the upcoming battle.

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