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Holt was frustrated, but Qin Lang and Rachel were happy, even though they had spent three million and eight hundred thousand at one time, and would spend another 500,000 more; And by the time they returned to San Diego, an even greater piece of good news was already waiting for them...... Or bad news.

"Fan. Dean's telegram. O'Connor handed a folded piece of paper to Qin Lang, "Our mission in Vietnam is coming to an end. ”

"How?"

O'Connor shrugged. "Our opponent made a mistake, he planned a large-scale offensive against the strategic village, as a result of which at least five thousand people were lost, and the French army took the opportunity to occupy the entire Anshi region."

"Speaking of which, our mission in Vietnam is indeed coming to an end." Qin Lang thought for a moment, "But that's fine, it won't be long before we need to use most of our troops to carry out another mission." ”

"What task?"

"An armed demonstration." After speaking, Qin Lang opened the telegram and began to read Fan. Dean reported.

Five days ago, Vietnam, near Hanoi.

When American mercenaries moved into Vietnam, a number of strategic villages were established in the suburbs of Hanoi - strictly speaking, they were closer to concentration camps under the design and management of the French - and among these facilities for Vietnamese internment, Strategic Village 13 was undoubtedly the largest, holding more than 10,000 people, so the number of guards responsible for guarding it far exceeded that of other strategic villages.

A French infantry platoon, three Vietnamese National Army infantry companies, and a squadron of mercenaries, plus trenches, barbed wire, and watchtowers, 700 heavily armed soldiers were more than enough to deal with any contingency of emergency, whether it was a fugitive, a riot, or an attack from outside.

At least in theory.

"But in reality, the soldiers of the Vietnamese National Army are simply unreliable, not only are they ineffective but they must always be on guard against falling to the rebels, and those French, the only thing they know here is to molest women." Mercenary Squadron Commander Dave. Fruhauff was briefing his new subordinates about the strategic village, but in his mouth, the supposedly heavily guarded prison was like an undefended city, with no power to fight back in the event of a threat.

Thomas thought it was incredible. "I'm sorry, sir, but I thought—"

"What you think doesn't mean anything, Thomas." Fruhav interrupted him, "Needless to say, our allies, even we have many problems. For example, your squad, which should theoretically have forty-three people, is actually only thirty-nine, and seventeen more are injured - your own leg injury is not good, man. He shook his head, "To put it bluntly, this is the place where our people can recuperate, the wounded and the sick are here, and only a fool would think that this place is as impregnable as a fortress." ”

When he finally said this, Fruhauff became a little impulsive - it was only natural that the three infantry squads under his command had been transferred and replaced by a number of new units improvised from the wounded and sick, with only Thomas's unit retaining its original formation, and half of them neither wounded nor sick - but even so, the combat effectiveness of the whole force was still fraught with worry.

The commander did not at all think that a group of wounded and sick men who were supposed to rest would be able to function in combat, even if all they had to do was hide behind bunkers piled up with sandbags and fire at the targets they saw; It was only out of instinct that he wanted to command a fully combat-ready force.

But he couldn't change anything, all he could do was vent his anger to a new subordinate.

Thomas looked sympathetically at his new commander, looking for something of value for his mission here: a ten-foot-long, ten-foot-deep trench, three barbed wire, sandbags of bunkers and fortifications, a watchtower almost thirty feet high, which he felt was sufficient, but since the commander thought that the situation in Strategic Village 13 was terrible, and it seemed to be the same—at least Fruhauff's assessment of the French and the Vietnamese National Army was quite right—in that case, He may need something more valuable.

"What, then, is in our favor, sir?" He asked.

"To our advantage, we have plenty of ammunition, our defenses are complete, and the French have some searchlights." Fruhaoff turned sideways and slowly swept his right hand around, "You can see them." ”

Thomas could see them, searchlights were installed on the four corners and the twelve watchtowers on either side of the gate, a little less than the size of the entire camp, but sufficient, and there were open, unsheltered rice paddies outside the strategic village, without which it would be impossible for the attackers or fugitives to escape the vigilant gaze of the sentinels.

"It doesn't look like it's going to be very bad."

"You can think so, Thomas, but I personally think you're overly optimistic." With that, the commander walked away.

Looking at Fruhaul's back, Thomas sighed, shook his head, and then turned his gaze to the northeast corner of the camp - the entire northeast corner was the defense area for his team, where the mercenaries had taken over everything, from the fortifications to the beds in the barracks, and now most of them were resting, while Wendesi climbed a watchtower with Vane and Warhes.

Then they found out that it was a mistake: the space on the watchtower was so cramped for the three heavily armed guys that it was difficult to even turn around, and walking back and forth was simply utter delusional.

Because the mercenaries who had been stationed in the past put a lot of things on it: a searchlight, a machine gun, six ammunition boxes, a double sandbag that was taller than half a person, a kerosene stove that God knows what it was used for, and a barrel of kerosene. Considering that this is just a watchtower for observation and surveillance, rather than a long-term fort, the vast majority of these things are obviously redundant.

"We need to clean up this place." Wachs suggested.

Vane exclaimed in agreement - of course, it was extremely rare, but given his height and physique, it was a matter of course. However, their recommendations are of no practical significance.

Wen Deji first looked at the things around him, and then said, "Do you want to throw these things down directly?" We needed a rope that was long enough and someone underneath to help. ”

But then things get troublesome, and it takes at least a couple of hours to get everything done. Vane and Warhs didn't think they needed to stay on the watchtower for so long, and looked at it from a different angle...... From the point of view of the life safety of the sentinels and the response to emergencies, everything here has a very good reason to exist, and it is inappropriate to take them away.

"Forget it, sir." Wachs quickly changed his mind.

"We can throw other things down though." Vane went on to say, "Wachs. ”

"What?"

"If you don't mind, can you jump?" Wen Desi could almost guess what Vane was going to say—a joke. However, he felt that with the current relationship between the two of them, it was obviously a little inappropriate to make such a joke - at least it would cause an argument. So before Vane could speak, he preemptively said, "You don't have to stay here, Walchs, it's enough to have me and Vane." ”

This is exactly the order that Wachs needs. And he really didn't need to exist: he had a machine gun on the watchtower, and there was plenty of ammunition to keep it strong even without his automatic rifle, and conversely, if he stayed, it would affect the machinegun's quick transfer of fire.

So he'd better leave so everyone can breathe a sigh of relief.

Warphes knew what he meant. "I'll take your place in two hours, chief." He said, and climbed down the ladder.

Now that the space on the watchtower has become looser, Moon and Van can finally shift their attention from the small space to the rice fields outside the strategic village. Some Vietnamese were working in the rice fields, but all of them were lazy and unmotivated, like the Vietnamese National Army soldiers who were guarding them. But everyone knows that this is just a superficial phenomenon, a disguise, every Vietnamese in the strategic village wants to escape, they are always ready, and if they find an opportunity, they will start acting desperately.

At such times, the mercenaries will stop them and force them to stop - forever. Each mercenary receives an order that they can shoot the fugitive to death; There is no need for any warning, and there is no such thing as a "dead line", as long as someone flees, he can be killed.

Wen Deji did not like this order, which meant that at some point he had to kill a stranger with whom he had no trouble. But as a mercenary, he needs to obey the orders of his superiors, no matter how much he dislikes it.

His mood was conflicting, and the only thing he was thankful for was that he hadn't met a fugitive yet.

"Thank goodness." Moon Deji thought, "If only I could keep it like this......"

"Look!" Vane cried out suddenly, and Boon Duc turned his head to look in the direction of his finger, and what came into his sight was a strange scene: several Vietnamese were arguing fiercely with the Nationalist soldiers who were guarding them over something, an extremely rare thing that had apparently attracted the attention of many people, both ordinary people and Nationalist soldiers, who were all surrounding them.

"I have a very bad feeling." Vane frowned, "Do you need to get the machine gun ready?" ”

"Wait a little longer......"

Before Boon Duc Si's words had fallen, Van En's bad premonition had become a reality: a riot had occurred, and with the cooperation of several Nationalist soldiers, the assembled Vietnamese defeated the other soldiers, seized their weapons and began to rush towards the strategic village.

"What the hell is going on!" He had not thought that there would be rebels among the soldiers of the Nationalist Army, let alone that they would rush to the camp with the rioters instead of fleeing, and certainly not the time to consider such a problem. "Load the machine gun!" He shouted. But just as Vane was moving, the shots were already ringing out.

Gunfire came from both the north gate of the camp and the French headquarters to the west.

"What's ......" Wen Desi turned his head with Vane, and was immediately surprised: a group of Nationalist soldiers was engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the Nationalist soldiers guarding the gate, and another group of Nationalist soldiers had already stormed the headquarters.

Damn it!

It was a massive rebellion. (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.) )