It's not California, it's not Abyssinia, it's kind of like Canton Bay...... Of course, Vietnam has always been a strange and inexperienced place for the mercenaries, with the humid and stuffy jungle lurking both rebels and more dangerous animals and insects. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And from a factual point of view, poisonous snakes and mosquitoes are far more dangerous than poorly armed rebels.

Not just because of venom and disease, but even more because of the fact that poisonous snakes and mosquitoes are always everywhere, especially when mercenaries are walking through the jungle, and rebels are extremely rare.

"Maybe when we all die from snakes and mosquitoes, the rebels will come out of their burrows." Butz grunted, and with a little vent, he cut a branch in his way in two with his hunting knife - it was supposed to be the guide's job, but the Vietnamese didn't want to be at the head of the line anyway, even if the French officer who was following the troops kicked him in the ass.

It is said that he has been frightened by the various traps set by the rebels, and it seems that this is the case, but the mercenaries feel that since he is a guide, then he should have the appearance of a guide, otherwise what use can he have? However, they had to take the Vietnamese with them, otherwise only God would know where they would go.

The chances of getting lost in the jungle are just as high, if not higher, than in the desert.

"That's why I hate this place." Butz complained, "Hell, why can't I stay at the base in Haiphong?" ”

He felt that he should stay in Haiphong and build a new base, which was boring and boring, except for driving piles and then fencing the base with barbed wire, and building new houses out of planks, but at least it was safer than it was now. And he is a veteran, and he can completely let the newcomers who have just entered the company and have not yet trained to do all the physical work, and he just stands by and watches, and justifiably claims that he is "supervising the work".

Moreover, the Haiphong base was the second large base owned by the company, only smaller than the fifty-first arrondissement, which no one wanted to go to—the French had once again shown their generosity, just as Emperor Napoleon had sold the entire Louisiana region for fifteen million dollars, and leased fifteen square miles of land to the company for almost free of charge—it was easy to be lazy in a base of such size.

But there is no doubt that this is just a delusion: Qin Lang is not a philanthropist, how can a simple and easy job be handed over to the combatants?

If someone is paid by a combatant for a combat mission, then he must go to the most dangerous front line, and no one wants to be lazy.

"Do you want to stay in Haiphong or Hanoi? William, that's a dream. Zhang Biao waved his hunting knife to cut down the weeds on the side of the road, and of course he did not forget to laugh at his friend's unrealistic idea. The owner made us here to help the French eliminate the rebels, not to give you a vacation. ”

"I don't think being involved in the construction of the new site can be seen as a 'vacation'. Zhang, that's work. ”

A pale and feeble quibble. Zhang Biao laughed. "It's the job to help the French eliminate the rebels, not to get involved in the construction of a new base, unless you're paid as much as the new recruits."

He knew that Butz would never want to see his salary fall to the standard of a newcomer - although he had a little money in name, it was actually equivalent to "no salary", and every penny was deducted by the company in various names: training expenses, clothing expenses, food expenses...... And, if luncheon meat is deducted, the food rationing standards for newcomers are in fact much lower than for full-fledged combatants. We've all gone through this phase, and only a fool would want to do it all over again.

Butz wasn't a fool, he just liked to complain, so he didn't mention what he had just thought again.

But after a while, maybe only five meters forward, he said, "Well, even if I can't stay in Haiphong, at least I can stay in Hanoi, right?" ”

The vast majority of people are now in Hanoi...... To be exact, almost all of them, only a small number of people were involved in the ongoing operation, including a squadron of the Kipling Brigade, a mortar squad of the Wayne Brigade, and the reconnaissance squad of Butz and Zhang Biao, all of which combined were less than 300 men, equivalent to only 10 percent of the total strength, which was too unfair.

"Why could other people stay in Hanoi while we had to drill around in the jungle?" Butz grunted angrily.

This time, Zhang Biao did not speak. Which troops to send to participate in the operation, this is a matter decided by the commanders after discussion, complaining about this issue is tantamount to complaining that the commanders' orders are wrong, but Zhang Biao never blames his superiors, this is his philosophy of life, and Fan. Commander Dean was in the ranks, and he personally commanded the attack, although it was strictly forbidden by law.

The Supreme Commander should not abandon his own command and troops and participate in the tasks carried out by subordinate units.

But Zhang Biao didn't say anything, didn't express any opinions, just listened quietly, and at the same time concentrated on searching the grass. So he can see things that Butz can't.

"Stop!" He suddenly grabbed Butz while making a "stop advancing" gesture.

The slow-moving procession immediately stopped.

"What's going on?" Captain Martial asked curiously - the colonial authorities had appointed him liaison officer to the mercenaries as a punishment for his low and unreliable efficiency, but the captain himself was quite pleased - because the mercenaries had a large amount of luncheon meat.

However, among the mercenaries, Martial felt that the situation was not as rosy as he had imagined, on the one hand, he was almost recognized by several mercenaries who had been at the registration point during the previous investigation, and on several occasions, they called him by a false name and he had to pretend not to hear it; On the other hand, the captain felt that the Umbrella mercenaries were completely different from the armies of any country in the world, even compared to the American army.

Like marching. Every regular army Martial has ever seen marched in dense and orderly columns, with soldiers carrying rifles on their shoulders and several men forming a column, and a column of countless of them, marching at a standard pace under the guidance of officers, even in a war zone. However, Umbrella's mercenaries are different, and the mercenaries either carry their weapons on their backs, or they hold them in their hands and have their guns pointed diagonally downward; They also don't have a uniform pace, everyone moves at their own pace, just try to be as consistent as possible; And the mercenaries do not line up, on the wider road, the mercenaries form staggered loose columns on the left and right sides of the road, and on the narrow road the queue is only the only column, but it is still very loose.

Anthony Martial was not at all comfortable with this type of march. The neat formation of regular troops can make the troops look more imposing and morale, and can be an inspiration to both friendly troops and themselves, while the way American mercenaries march can give the impression that they are lazy...... In fact, the captain had always felt that they were more like tourists hunting in the countryside than soldiers going to the battlefield.

These mercenaries do not inspire anyone, but can completely demoralize friendly troops......

Of course, it was fortunate that they asked to fight alone, so that the troops deployed in the Nexperia area would not be adversely affected by them - but unfortunately he happened to be among the mercenaries as a liaison officer. Anthony Martial fears for his safety; Although the mercenaries killed 30,000 Italians in Abyssinia, he couldn't help but feel worried.

Now, however, he has a new understanding. When the troops were given the signal to "stop advancing", it took only a few seconds for the mercenaries to enter the combat mode, they knelt down and turned to the sides of the road while the muzzle of the gun was raised. But the captain was well aware that it would take several minutes for the regular army to move from marching to combat, and that it was not always possible for the troops to disperse completely during that time - at least in the case of a sudden attack, the mercenary way of marching had some advantage.

But...... Where was the attack?

"What the hell is going on, Fan. Mr. Dean? "Anthony looked around, no gunshots, no figures, nothing, but the troops stopped, why?

"There's a trap ahead of the road." A slightly older mercenary leader replied in place of his commander - but in reality, the commander of the reconnaissance team, Eugene. Smith & Fan. Dean was born in the same year, and he was still two months younger, except that he was too tanned by the sun.

Of course, Martial doesn't really care which of them is older, he just wants to solve his problem. "Trap?"

Smith nodded. "Apparently, the rebels already knew where we were going, and they dug an eight-foot-deep pit in the middle of the road, filled it with sharpened bamboo sticks and camouflaged it well. If Zhang Biao's eyes weren't sharp enough, the complaining Mr. Butts would have fallen straight in. ”

"Then he's going to be out of luck." The muscles on the captain's face twitched unnaturally, and the simple but dangerous trap that the French clearing troops always encountered, although they could not cause too many casualties, but the screams of the wounded could always quickly torture the morale of the troops.

"Damned, vile Vietnamese monkeys!" Anthony said through gritted teeth.

Fan. Dean shrugged to himself. Vile? In the training camp, he had seen even more despicable traps, Mr. Qin's invention, just because it was used for training, all of which were not lethal, otherwise the elimination rate of recruit training would have increased by half. And the actual battlefield is like this, there is no problem with using any means for victory, and the French are not clean and moral.

Of course, the commander did not leak his thoughts. He simply asked, "Can it be passed?" ”

"I'm afraid not, sir." Smith made an apologetic gesture, "We don't have much time to fill that hole, and only God knows if there are other traps behind it." ”

"Is that all there is to it?" Anthony froze, then became angry. "It's a big joke to cancel the action because of a damn trap."

And it is important that the center of the joke will not be the mercenary, but him - this is the problem that the captain cannot bear.

"Relax, Captain, I didn't say cancel the operation." Fan. Dean glanced at Anthony Martial, then ordered the subordinate commanders who were gathered around, "Change direction, let's go to the second target." ”

The commanders nodded, and dispersed again to relay his orders. The French captain looked at Van in surprise. Dean, feeling a little incredible. "The second goal? How did I not know there was a second goal? ”

"Now you know, don't you, Captain?" The commander shrugged, then turned around. The mercenaries, who had remained on the alert, also stood up, reversed course and began to walk back - at a junction they had passed earlier, they would change course towards the second target.

The troops soon began to advance again. At the back of the line, Butz was still "reluctantly" looking at the trap he had almost fallen into, and spat into it. "If I knew who dug this pit, I'd dig a bigger pit and bury him in it." He said to Zhang Biao.

"Wait until you know who dug this trap, William, it's too early." Zhang Biao stretched out his hand and patted him lightly on the shoulder, "It's time for us to go." ”

But Butz didn't move, and stayed where he was. He glanced at the trap again, then looked farther away, scanning slowly, but saw nothing because of the obscuration of the trees and weeds. Finally, he spat a second time into the trap and hurried after the troops.

When his figure disappeared completely, in a bush not far from the trap, two Vietnamese stood up. They glanced at each other, and they could see each other's obvious joy and joy. After a little more waiting, when they finally confirmed that the Westerner army had not returned, the two rebels finally breathed a sigh of relief, re-burrowed into the woods and quickly disappeared without a trace.

Yes, they thought that the mercenaries had retreated, and although it was different from the previous actions of the French army, everyone knew that the French were demoralized, and it was perhaps not surprising that they chose to retreat when they encountered a trap. Of course, they had no idea that their opponents were American mercenaries, and that they were going to another target.

A village so small that it is not shown at all on the map provided by the French...... However, the mercenaries simply felt that this was because the French were too lazy, and since Vietnam was their colony and they had established a federal government of Indochina here, they should provide the most detailed map.

Thankfully, they managed to reach their destination without getting lost or encountering traps, just a little late.

Fan. Dean glanced at his watch. "It's two minutes to four o'clock, and we're going to spend the night here tonight."

Anthony did not comment. While it is not safe to spend the night in a Vietnamese village, the same is true of marching in the jungle in the middle of the night. Now everything can only be done by fan. Dean's arrangement.

The commander was asking his reconnaissance captain. "Has the situation been clarified?"

"In the small village, there are about 100 residents who can be seen, of which 30 are adult men, but there are no armed men in sight." Smith pouted, "Not a problem. ”

"So, let's get moving." Fan. Dean didn't hesitate, "The Scout team, and Mr. Thomas's team, you all act together." ”

The order was quickly delivered. The mercenaries began to check their equipment while talking in low voices.

"Listen, when we rush over in a while, we will shoot at him when we see the Vietnamese in the rice fields." Jason. "If he escapes, then he's a rebel and we can just kill him." ”

"What if he stands still?" Someone asked.

"Then he's a trained rebel and must be killed immediately." Warchs said solemnly, but everyone who heard it began to laugh.

Only Wen Deji glared at him. "Mr. Warhs, pay attention to your words, we are not here to kill people, but to take them to the strategic village controlled by the army."

He didn't know what a strategic village was, but of course he knew that the environment there wouldn't be "too good." But in fact, when Qin Lang proposed the idea of building strategic villages, he had already expected that the French would definitely turn them into concentration camps, but there were no gas chambers and crematoriums. But there was no problem, and in two years' time, the British would build a large number of concentration camps in South Africa, and all Boer civilians would be imprisoned in them. Of course, many people would die in such concentration camps, but that was not his concern.

Qin Lang lacks a sense of morality, but this is only one aspect, and the other is that the French can only do this - if they were replaced by the American army, they could use the taxpayers' taxes like pouring water, and use the money to buy the civilians in the occupied areas to make them gradually abandon the guerrillas. But the French could not implement such a strategy, they were not as generous as the Americans, and they could not build a pillbox in every village - they did not even have enough soldiers to be stationed in the bunker. Therefore, Qin Lang had to make more extreme suggestions.

But the French did not intend to do what he suggested, so Fan. Dean planned the operation, ready to build a template for the French.

So one thing Wen Deji said is right, the purpose of their visit to this village is not to kill people.

He was the leader, and Warhs had to obey his orders, although in fact he had no intention of going on a killing spree. "Don't mind, boss, I'm just kidding."

"Better it's just a joke."

Wen Deji wanted to give a few more warnings, but at this time, the signal of the attack was given.

"Attack!" The mercenaries shouted, jumped into the rice paddies and rushed towards the village, which was beginning to become panicked. (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.) )