Confusion. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Utter, uncontrollable chaos.

The commanders who arrived at the news saw a ridiculous and absurd farce: almost in front of their enemies, or they felt that the enemy was all air, in short, a large crowd of ...... Nearly a thousand Vietnamese rebels were in disarray, screaming, grabbing, tearing, and shooting indiscriminately, fighting for everything they found in the mercenary barracks.

Right next to the barbed wire, two Vietnamese fiercely fight over a flower shirt that God knows who belongs until they tear it in half; Next to them, a water bottle became the target of several other rebels, but another rushed out and snatched the kettle away - but only a second later, the rebels who were fighting for the kettle rushed up like players on the pitch, knocked him down, and pressed on him one after the other - like in a real rugby game.

Fruhauff blinked, turned his head and was about to say something to the squad commanders, but a Vietnamese with a lot of canned luncheon meat ran over with barbed wire, followed by a group of rebels chasing him, all with guns in hand, and firing aimlessly into the sky.

In fact, they should have opened fire on several commanders who were watching from the sidelines, but no one did so, not even a glance at them: at this moment, canned luncheon meat attracted the attention of the Vietnamese more than the Americans.

"Oh, my God." All the well-thought comments disappeared, and Fruhaoff could only sigh.

The squad commanders shouted, and Thomas asked, "What should we do now, Commander?" ”

"What else can be done?" The commander rolled his eyes, "Look." ”

But it wasn't him watching, it wasn't the squad commander watching, and certainly no one else needed to watch. Leaving a few stunned mercenaries to keep watch, watching the rebels fight for their personal property, the commanders returned to their positions and continued to discuss their battle plans.

A trap, a pocket. Thomas's idea was simple: instead of letting the rebels break the barbed wire elsewhere, open the door and let them in. Like all other strategic villages, there were only two intersecting arterial roads in the inner layer of Strategic Village 13, and in order to accommodate the more than 10,000 civilians living there, a large number of houses were built in the area where the Vietnamese lived, arranged neatly and densely, with the two houses spaced no more than four feet apart - with just a few pieces of furniture, chests, or sandbags, these narrow corridors would be completely blocked, so that the rebels who entered the area through the gate had to follow the only main road.

Of course, this also requires a decoy, a piece of carrion that attracts flies, a lone army guarding the crossroads with no prospect of victory, which can lure the rebels to ignore the threat on both flanks and follow a straight line. Then, the machine guns, hidden behind the blockages, could fire from the side at targets crowded together on the main road, as they did at the training ground, and make the most of their power according to Fruhauff's requirements.

"It's going to be a textbook blow." Thomas made a concluding remark about his vision.

"You're scaring me, man." After a moment of silence, the squad commander began to shake his head, "Prepare traps for them in front of the Vietnamese, do you think those guys will stupidly jump in?" ”

The other squad commander nodded approvingly, then added, "I agree. And if the Vietnamese rush up and mix with our guys, the machine guns will no longer be able to exert any power, and the bait you have prepared will be eaten up quickly. ”

"The Vietnamese may not necessarily understand our intentions, and in any case, it is better to let the Vietnamese advance on the line we have prepared than for them to sneak in from where we can't defend." Thomas defended his plan, "Remember the Vietnamese who were robbing us of our stuff? They made us abandon the first line of defense. If there is another such roundabout force, we will be exposed to the enemy. ”

"The same could happen according to your plan."

"So we have to be fast. Crush the main force of the rebels behind us while they are still fighting for our stuff. Thomas turned an inquiring glance to Fruhoff. Your opinion, Commander? ”

"My opinion?" The commander smiled, "My opinion is that no matter how bad Mr. Thomas's plan may make the situation worse, it will not be worse than doing nothing, but doing something is better than doing nothing." After a few momentary pauses, he nodded to the three squad commanders, "Let's begin, sir." ”

It was an order, and it was quickly passed on to the ears of each mercenary, and they sprang into action. Villagers in houses on both sides of the road were evicted and imprisoned in other houses; Everything that could be found—beds, tables, chests, or other items that could be moved—was taken out of the room and piled up in the narrow crevices between the two houses. And while they were doing this, the rebels were still violently pounding on the gates of the first barbed wire, and now it was crumbling, and perhaps it would collapse with a bang after another impact.

For the first time, Huang Huatan's face had a little smile. After paying a huge price, victory was in sight, and therefore losses were easily acceptable: the new weapons of the Americans were much more important than the lives of thousands of people - the lost forces could always be replenished quickly, and the new weapons were what the resistance forces were so scarce.

But Huang Huatan's good mood soon disappeared. The herald he had sent to contact the detour troops had finally returned, only to bring terrible news.

"Our people are infighting." The expression on the face of the unfortunate herald was like that of a mouse that had been picked out to tie a bell to the cat, "They did not exchange fire with the Americans, they were just busy snatching what the Americans had left in the barracks, and now they were fighting a mess, and no one stood up to stop them...... It is said that, most likely, it was a few leaders who started the fight. ”

Huang Huatan began to have a stroke. "Idiot! A bunch of short-sighted idiots! ”

No one was able to see it, but it seemed that the talking leader must have smiled deep inside him. "I immediately brought a team of Warlords over to stop them. Urge them to continue attacking the Americans, as agreed in advance. ”

"Stop them now!" Huang Huatan is almost speechless.

Satisfied, the leader turned to gather his men, but before he could speak, reason returned to the Yellow Flower's brain. "Nope." He revised the order he had just given, "Leave them alone for now, what we have to do now is to take down this stronghold." ”

"Why?" The leader asked. But in reality, he knew why, and if the others knew that there was a group of their own people robbing the Americans, they would give up the fight and join the fight, and even the Warlords would not be able to control them - and even the Warlords would become one of them. It was bound to happen, because he himself intended to do so.

Detective Huang had clearly seen his purpose - at least the leader felt that he had.

However, Huang Huatan's face had no expression at all, and he didn't say anything else. "Accelerate the offense." He only frowned at the people around him, "They haven't knocked the door open until now, what are they doing?" ”

Before his words could fall, a cheer rang out, and the door finally fell.

The rebel fighters gathered at the gate immediately poured into the strategic village, and without any hesitation, they began to charge towards the second line of barbed wire.

"The Vietnamese are coming."

"Are our people ready?" Fruhauff asked.

"Ready." Thomas replied, "But we don't have enough troops. The bottom of the pocket is too thin. ”

"I know." Fruhauff shrugged. He had only fifty mercenaries around him, and the others were in the narrow aisles on either side of the road, providing cover for the machine gunners. But there are too few people. "Luckily," he added, "we still have a backup force." ”

The commander turned and walked towards Dvigian. The lieutenant was still with Nguyen Phuc Tho and the Nationalist soldiers, standing a dozen yards away, everyone looking nervous, but unprepared, as if they were going to continue watching. But Fruhoff doesn't plan to give them the opportunity to do so. "Lieutenant, we don't have enough troops, so I ask your soldiers to also take part in the battle."

"Oh. Commander, I thought you Americans alone would be able to hold off the rebels. "But it looks like your mercenaries aren't invincible warriors either. Still need help. I-"

"You're talking too much, Lieutenant." Fruhav was not at all polite, "Let your soldiers take part in the battle, or your family will have to visit you in the cemetery." If they can still find your body. ”

"You're scaring me?"

"I'm just telling you some basic facts, Mr. Lieutenant." The commander exclaimed, "We're all on a sinking ship, and you haven't thought of a solution yet." So you'd better cooperate with my actions and don't talk too much nonsense, which will make us all feel better. Now, get your soldiers into position. ”

Dwegian's face flushed instantly. "I protest, Mr. Fruhoff, I am not your subordinate, and you have no right to give orders to me."

"Really?" Fruhav sneered, "Please note, lieutenant, I have more soldiers than you and have stronger combat effectiveness than your soldiers, so here it is now up to me to give orders, not you." If you feel dissatisfied, you can complain to your superiors and my superiors, but until then, you'd better do what I say. ”

Then the commander turned and walked away, leaving the angry French alone depressed. In the end, though, D-Virgian decided to follow his plan. "You've all heard the Americans." He shouted to the Nationalist soldiers, "Get ready to fight." ”

"But—"

"Obey my orders." The lieutenant interrupted Nguyen Phuc Tho. "Don't think about 'Vietnamese don't fight Vietnamese', listen, Nguyen, I don't mind you saying that kind of thing at other times, but not now, or I'll shoot you right away."

This is by no means just a threat. Nguyen Phuc Tho knew that his "famous words" were enough to make him a dead man, and the reason why such a thing had not happened was simply because Devi Gion had said a lot of good things for him; But if the French decided to shoot him immediately, at least for now, he would not have been able to run away - of course surrendering to the rebels was a way out, but there were also many dangers, and he understood early on that the revolt would not last long unless aided by a stronger country, and that victory would surely belong to the French, so it would be a very unwise move to join the rebels.

With no other way to choose, Nguyen Phuc Tho had no choice but to salute him and lead the Nationalist soldiers to the mercenary line.

"We're totally ready, Commander." As the reluctant soldiers slowly lined up in two columns, loaded and rifles raised, Thomas nodded to Fruhoff.

It's all ready, just wait for the Vietnamese to rush in, of course......

"Well, now there's only one last thing left." The commander let his gaze slowly sweep over the mercenaries and the soldiers of the National Army, and finally said, "Who is going to open the lock of the gate?" ”

The "buzz" sound immediately sounded. The three squad commanders looked at each other, the mercenaries looked around, and the Nationalist soldiers didn't know what he said, but they smelled the danger and became nervous and uneasy; Who's going to loosen the door lock? It's a question worth considering.

But the commander already has a choice.

"There you go." The unfortunate mouse pointed at by the commander's finger was Nguyen Phuc Tho. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )