The moment the shots rang out, Wendesi, Vane, and Warhs were already on the ground, and they felt bullets fly over their heads. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hell!" Waughs shouted, "Where are the Vietnamese? ”

"Left, at ten o'clock." Vane was the only one who noticed the ambusher's location, though he soon realized that he might have been wrong: another jumble of gunfire rang out in the jungle, but this time the bullet was coming from behind their flank, at seven o'clock.

"Seven." He promptly corrected the results.

Wochs and Wenders had just turned to ten o'clock, and now they had to continue to turn to a new position, but when the gunfire rang out again, the ambusher's position seemed to change to a little to the right.

Vane's reaction was swift, both in motion and in sound. "A little."

But Wachs became angry. "Damn it, Vince. Vane, where exactly are the Vietnamese? ”

"It's all over the place." That was the only thing Vane could say—just now, more gunfire rang out in all directions, telling the mercenaries that they were in a small circle. "Mr. Warchs, we are surrounded by rebels."

"You guessed it, Wen." Warhs turned his head and gave Wend's head a mocking smile. But Wen Deji didn't answer anything, just lay on the ground and didn't move, and of course the others did the same: when people around you are shooting at you, it is never wise to stand up and fight back, it will only bring danger and death.

Moreover, the mercenaries did not know where their enemy was, and the sound of gunfire could no longer be used as a basis for judging the direction of the target, but the trees and weeds blocked the Vietnamese from the spot.

"I hate it." Wochs grunted.

"We have to get out of here." Vane shouted, to Vande.

Wen Deji glanced at him, then turned to look at Thomas. The squad commander was now nervously assessing the situation, but came to a far and unfavorable conclusion: the troops were surrounded, the number of enemies was unclear for the time being, the nearest reinforcements were ten miles away and there was no news at all, and Thomas felt that he might be doomed.

Of course, the commander did not want to be finished yet, today was not the time for him to die, and of course to do this, the troops had to first retreat to a place where they could counterattack the enemy and not remain on a narrow but obvious country road, so he pulled past the Vietnamese guides. "We're going to fight back, where is the right place nearby?"

He forgot that the guide's level of English, like his level of French, was almost equal to zero; And this guy was completely frightened, and was trembling violently, and even if he could understand English, he couldn't answer.

Thomas felt the urge to pick him up and slap him, but the commander continued to lie on the ground at the sight of the bullets flying around, and turned his attention to the mercenary who could understand French.

"Tell him what I said!" He shouted, but he lifted his head a little, and a bullet flew right next to his head—too dangerous, and Thomas screamed, "Tell him now!" ”

The mercenary quickly but cautiously crawled up to the guide, regained his composure with a loud shout, told him Thomas's question, and then, after a louder shout, the guide finally gave him an answer, which the mercenary immediately relayed. He said there was a high ground with a wide view three hundred yards to the east.

Good news, but not good enough. "Which side is to the east?"

Another mess of yelling. "In our little direction."

“Shit！” Thomas's point of direction was exactly the same as Vane's point, but there was a group of Vietnamese firing at them, and no one knew how many of them there were...... Breaking through the blockade in the face of enemy fire is not an interesting thing, but the commander now has no choice.

"Listen," he called out to the others, "we need to retreat to a high ground three hundred yards away at once." The squad and the first squad went first, the second and third squads took cover, and then we set off after we had eliminated the Vietnamese on the other side of the woods, and then exchanged them every twenty yards, and so on and so forth. Now listen to my commands, and when I count to 3, I'll start moving - attention! 3…… 2……”

The mercenaries listened attentively and slowly prepared - some even reached for their bayonets and loaded them onto their rifles - but just as Thomas was about to shout "1", the gunfire suddenly disappeared.

The Vietnamese ceasefired.

The sudden change left everyone at a loss, wondering what was going on, and not knowing what they were supposed to do. But the mercenaries, after all, received systematic military training, so they quickly woke up. "It's now!" There was no need to wait for Thomas to shout out1, the mercenaries all got up from the ground, half of them firing indiscriminately into the jungle, while the other half, led by the mercenary who dragged the Vietnamese guide, ran wildly about the hill five hundred yards away, and quickly overtook the two guys.

Even though they didn't see anything yet.

The first obstacle the mercenaries faced was weeds and the branches and leaves of the trees, and of course it was easy to break through them, and then they saw about forty Vietnamese standing or crouching. The rebels did not seem to anticipate the sudden rush of their opponents, and the moment they saw the mercenaries, they all froze, stupidly staying where they were, neither firing nor rushing forward for hand-to-hand combat, but also not retreating.

Golden opportunity.

"For Georgia!" No one knew why he shouted, but it was that Wochs howled, and was the first to rush into the middle of the Vietnamese—certainly a miracle for a man as burly as he was, with an automatic rifle and eighteen magazines—but he did it.

Like a furious beast, Vochs pounced on a skinny Vietnamese man in front of him, like a rhinoceros rushing at a poor monkey, crushing the other into a pancake on its own body alone. But Vochs was not a rhinoceros after all, so in the next second, the butt of his automatic rifle had already smashed into the face of the Vietnamese.

Everyone heard an extremely clear "click", and at the same time, the hard-hit Vietnamese also clutched their cheeks and fell to the ground in a terrible scream, and then began to roll back and forth on the ground. A little later, another Vietnamese got a similar fate: the butt of his rifle shattered his jaw.

It was only by this time that the rebels came to their senses, and some rushed at the mercenaries while others turned and fled, but the mercenaries moved twice as fast as any of them; Vane's bayonet pierced the body of one Vietnamese, while Boon killed another, and by the time they searched for other targets, there were no more Vietnamese left.

In just one round, only two of the nearly forty rebels were still alive, and all of them were seriously injured.

But none of the mercenaries had time to celebrate their victory, they quickly formed a defensive formation, pointed their guns in all possible directions of the Vietnamese and watched vigilantly, then Thomas gave the signal, and after a few moments, the mercenaries in charge of the cover ran over and immediately passed through their lines.

Then it was waiting again, and when the signal was given, everyone began to run wildly again; The two groups of mercenaries alternately covered in this way, and reached their target without danger.

"This is our high ground?" Thomas believed that what he was seeing was not a "high ground", but a gentle slope with a small slope, and the edge of a mountain next to it—of course, it was indeed higher than the place before, for the place where the mercenaries were attacked was actually a valley between the two mountains. At the same time, the view of this "high ground" was not very open, except that a tree had been cut down in front of it, forming an open field about four hundred yards wide and fifty yards deep—far from an ideal place to defend it.

"There's no time to pick a place, chief." Just when the commander was angry, Boon Duc Si shouted to him, "The Vietnamese are catching up." ”

Before he could finish his sentence, a large group of rebels rushed out of the woods, almost ten times the size of the entire squad, the only thing that made the mercenaries happy was that not only were they disorganized and unorganized, but most of them were armed with cold weapons.

However, it is equally dangerous to be rushed by a large group of people with machetes or spears, not to mention the fact that there are more than a hundred pistols, rifles and even muskets among the Vietnamese who are "banging". Without Thomas's order, the mercenaries were already on their knees and firing back.

It was only by this time that the difference between highly trained professional gunners and untrained armed civilians really became apparent: despite successfully ambushing the enemy, the Vietnamese wounded only a few mercenaries, and more for luck than their marksmanship, yet the mercenaries knocked out a dozen Vietnamese in the first shot; They were also firing at a fast pace, firing at least three shots each before the Vietnamese had crossed the halfway distance – automatic rifles, carbines, and submachine guns never stopped, always firing at a rate of two.

The Vietnamese were frightened and hesitated, and they began to retreat and soon turned into a rout, all running back into the woods at once - but this was a mistake again, if they continued to attack, although it would have cost them a great price, they would eventually be able to close the mercenaries and force them into hand-to-hand combat, so that they could still win the battle, and retreat would have wasted all the sacrifices they had made.

But for the untrained militants, retreating is the only instinctive response they can make when confronted by a powerful enemy.

Ruan Shaowen sighed, he knew that he couldn't blame anyone. Except for retreating, they were all acting strictly according to his orders, and this was already a very rare thing - in the Huang Hua Tan's army, Nguyen Shao Van was only a newcomer who had just joined the gang and lacked qualifications, and he was able to become the head of this ambush only because he had served in the Vietnamese puppet army formed by the French and no one else wanted to accept it. Of course, now it seems that they are all wise.

Nguyen Shao Van now had no confidence in destroying the fifty enemies in front of him, at least a few hundred men under his command could not accomplish this difficult task: the opponent's firepower was much fiercer than the same number of French troops, and the marksmanship was more accurate, but he himself led a complete rabble, even if he had a batch of guns that he had previously obtained from the Black Flag Army and the French army, it was still useless.

But he's ready to try again.

"Wait a while, some of you are feintifying in the front, and I will lead the other people to make a detour from the side and copy their back path." He gestured with his hands and explained his plan to his small leaders, "The feint must be fierce, to attract the attention of the enemy so that they cannot be distracted from their rear......"

The little leaders listened silently and did not express any opinions, which made Ruan Shaowen very worried about whether they really understood what he meant, but he had to rely on these people, otherwise he would not be able to command even one person.

I had to use a dead horse as a live horse doctor......

At the same time, Thomas was giving his men a mission, but not to break out, but to hold on long enough to wait for reinforcements to arrive - the number of enemies was still unknown, and although the combat effectiveness was terrible, it was not a good idea to use the breakout.

All three carrier pigeons carried by the team have been released, and as to whether they can play a role, the consensus is that even if they can only play a small role, it is better than no means of communication.

At the very least, it reassures them to stick to it.

Of course, the right arrangements must be made first.

"It is impossible for the Vietnamese to break through our lines from the front, but they may make a detour. After all, they are more familiar with this place than we are. "So I decided to put a few men to hold our flanks and the rear." ”

"How many?"

"We don't have that many people to spread out. So I'm going to put the scout team in charge of this, and they're firepower enough to hold out for a while. The commander turned his gaze to the six mercenaries from the reconnaissance squad who had gathered, "At the very least, give us an alert before you die." ”

The six guys had only one answer: a raised middle finger.

"Goodbye to hell, you mean." Thomas laughed, and then ended his deployment. "That's it, gentlemen, and hopefully we'll see reinforcements arrive."

The mercenaries dispersed, and on the other side, Nguyen Shao Van received a new message, he had received reinforcements with four hundred men, fifty guns and "two cannons."

Hope of winning...... Seems to be back again? (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.) )