The weather forecast of the Americans is as unreliable as the night vision device developed by the Phu Quoc Electronics Industry Group, and at dawn, a light rain suddenly falls. In order to carry a little more ammunition, everyone didn't bring raincoats, and they got soaked after a while, and they became chickens in the soup.

Fortunately, the radio station has good waterproof performance and is wrapped in a layer of oilcloth, so communication will not be affected.

The soldiers of the 4th Squadron of the 2nd Special Forces Brigade were divided into two routes, using the cover of light rain, and touched the entrance of the village from a rice field and a bush respectively.

Captain Zhu Wensong lay under a mango tree and observed the terrain for a while, then made a gesture, held a rifle, bent his waist, and quickly ran to a small ditch with a good view.

Where he is, the combat command is there.

The heralds and communication troops quickly followed, Kuai Tailong and Fang Lexian, who had just returned to the team, followed closely behind, and the four detachment commanders arranged their positions according to the standard combat procedures before rushing to the Xiaoqu from three directions to converge.

It is a drainage canal, half a man high, and if there is no water in the canal, it can be used as a fortification.

Fang Le wiped the rain from his face first, took the binoculars, pointed to a bamboo building more than 60 meters away and whispered: "The sentry post is there, two bright sentry posts, two dark sentry posts, and the secret sentry generally hides in the haystack next to the bamboo building." The machine gun is mounted on the bamboo building, and it is not clear what model. ”

Let the 7th detachment touch through the rice fields, and you should be able to deal with them cleanly.

Zhu Wensong held the binoculars and asked, "How often do you change posts?" ”

"Replace it every two hours."

Fang Le first estimated the time and added, "It will be about half an hour, but the second guard company will sometimes arrange mobile sentinels. The security department also regularly checks the posts. ”

There was still more than an hour left before the attack was launched. It's okay to wait for them to change the guard. Wait for the sentry to be exposed. As for the situation in the village, it has already been introduced several times on the road, and the observation plane of the air team conducted aerial reconnaissance the day before yesterday, and the members of the aerial photography team are already familiar with it, so Zhu Wensong does not need to ask more.

The 7th detachment had a guide, but the 8th detachment that carried out the task of raiding the Vietnamese G headquarters did not, and the detachment leader Liang Shizong was a little anxious and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Fang." Didn't you say there's an inside line? ”

Performing a hidden mission, safety is more important than anything else, it is generally a one-line contact, Fang Le shook his head first: "I know there is, but I don't know who it is, I have to ask Mr. Kuai." ”

As an intelligence chief, I've never been on the battlefield with a real gun.

On the way here, Kuai Tailong was really a little nervous, and even a little scared. When I arrived at the place, I saw the intelligence officers I had trained, and I saw two listless North Vietnamese People's Army sentries through the binoculars. On the contrary, I was not nervous or afraid, but instead I felt a sense of accomplishment. And feel more excited than ever.

Kuai Tailong returned the telescope to Zhong Guoxing, the captain of the 6th Division, and asked with a smile: "I really don't know or I don't know?" ”

Like Pham Xuan An, a North Vietnamese spy who had just been caught, Fang Le collected information before sending it to a designated location and receiving orders from his superiors from another place, never meeting the upline or traffic officer.

He pondered for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, but judging from the speed of intelligence transmission, he should be in the confidential department or the communications department." ”

The transmission of information from the "Vietnamese Chinese Literature and Art Research Association" was indeed very fast, but it did not have an inside line in the communications department as people had speculated.

Regardless of whether it is a "liberated area" or a national-military controlled area, the common people cannot do without firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and they need all kinds of daily necessities. As early as 1955, when this was not a liberated area, Gui Qingshan took advantage of this advantage to weave a huge intelligence network.

No one would have thought that the grocery store owner who had helped the Vietminh for so many years and covered the Vietminh elements during the purge was a spy. He didn't need a radio station at all, as long as he kept restocking, and the information transmission route was the same as that of Vietnam G, which was transferred through Cambodia.

Kuai Tailong would not let such a precious probe be exposed, because in addition to Fang Lexian, the grocery store owner also had an offline line.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly two people walked to the entrance of the village with flashlights, Fang Lexian hurriedly raised his binoculars, only to see the two listless sentries suddenly come to their senses and stand upright.

The two officer-looking men did not know what to say, but walked to the haystack again, and then tightened their belts, pressed their pistol holsters, and came to the canal.

"Security officers, they're officers of the Security Division of the Department of Political Affairs!"

In the "liberated area", the security office of the Political Department is undoubtedly the most terrifying existence, whether it is the enemy or his own people, it will not end well if it falls into their hands, Fang Lexian was extremely nervous, for fear of being discovered by those two guys.

It's just two people, it's easy to deal with them, and you don't even need to fire a gun. Zhu Wensong was not very nervous, but he was worried that his whereabouts would be exposed.

To their surprise, Kuai Tailong actually showed a knowing smile, held the binoculars and whispered: "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao, don't worry, one of them is his own people." ”

"Guards?"

"Why can't it be from the Security Service?"

As Kuai Tailong said, the two people talked and laughed in a circle, and at a distance of about 15 meters from the canal, they suddenly turned around and walked towards the fruit grove in the northeast direction, as if they wanted to check the post near the G headquarters.

When they walked out of the sight of the sentry at the entrance of the village, one of them stretched out his left arm and put his arm around the shoulder of his companion, who had not yet reacted, his arm had reached his neck, and the flashlight turned into a dagger at some point, and he stabbed him more than a dozen times in a row. The neck was strangled to death, and the person who was stabbed did not make a sound until he died.

Zhong Guo was happy, and couldn't help laughing: "It's not professional at all, but it's quite ruthless." ”

A face that is often seen died silently in front of his eyes.

Although it was his own people who did it, and he had a reason or even had to do it, Fang Lexian really couldn't laugh. Because he can understand the complicated feelings of the attacker at this moment, he has been together for so long day and night, and may have saved his life, but due to different political positions, he has to kill his companions.

Fang Le couldn't help but think about it, if he met someone from the logistics department when the fight started. Will they shoot at them themselves.

I'm thinking nonsense. The inner line of the security office has hidden the corpses. Before he could send a contact signal, one of the team members closest to him jumped out of the grass at the signal of the captain of the 9th Division and pushed him to the ground with lightning speed.

I just observed, and there's no one here.

Ruan Chundao was taken aback, stunned for a moment, suddenly reacted, and hurriedly whispered: "My own people." ”

"Yes, I saw it just now."

Mo Jinpeng dragged him into the grass. While signaling the rifleman Pan Han to clean up the murder scene, he leaned into his ear and said: "From now on, you are under my control, concealment is concealment, no matter what happens, you can't move." ”

"What about your sir, do you have a radio station, I have an important situation to report."

If it weren't for the urgency of 100,000 people, Ruan Chundao would never have taken the risk of coming out in the name of checking the post, let alone risking his identity being exposed and his operation failing.

"It's over there, but you can't go over, you can tell me what's going on."

"Just got the message. From the north came a battalion, fully manned and well trained. About 10 kilometers from here, the battalion commander and instructor came to accept the mission at dawn. ”

Mo Jinpeng, the deputy commander of the detachment, realized the seriousness of the problem, and did not dare to take him to the side of the canal at the risk of exposure, so he hurriedly took out a waterproof map from his tactical vest, covered it with a canvas, and asked with a flashlight: "Do you know where it is?" ”

Ruan Chundao pondered for a moment, pointed to the map and said: "There is a camp here, there is a village here, they have traveled a long way, and it is impossible to camp in the open air when they are almost at the place, they can only rest in these two places." ”

Damn, the nearest village is less than two kilometers from point 1.

With only more than 40 people in the 5th Infantry Division's detective team, and only more than 60 if you count the Khmer guerrillas transporting ammunition, can they withstand the attack of a battalion? In fact, it's useless to resist, what is needed is to hold on, and you can't let them send reinforcements to this side.

Mo Jinpeng gasped, forced down the tension in his heart, and asked casually: "That's all?" ”

Ruan Chundao thought for a while, and added: "Last night, Nan Xie sent three American prisoners from Guzhi, who were separated from our people, in the B2 headquarters, not in the village. ”

This is a new situation, Mo Jinpeng took out a hand-drawn topographic map: "Specific location? ”

"Here, I can show you the way."

"Thank you."

Mo Jinpeng quickly turned off the flashlight, put away the map, and asked the other team member to take care of Ruan Chundao, while he bent his waist and ran cautiously towards the canal.

Captain Zhu Wensong had already known through the radio that there was a battalion, but he didn't know the specific location, and as soon as he heard the report, he turned around and ordered: "Signal troops, contact the command headquarters and report the approximate location of the uninvited guests." ”

"Yes!"

Li Yongliang received the news at 4:56 in the morning, the enemy was not terrible to him, what was terrible was that he didn't know where the enemy was, raised his arm and glanced at it, calculated the time, and ordered categorically: "Staff Officer Wu, immediately send a telegram to the Ninth Squadron of the Three Brigades, and let them return to the camp as soon as possible." ”

"Yes!"

"Team Tao, your crew hurry up to study and see if you can compress the landing time again, I want to send the Ninth Squadron to the C-82 area within 30 minutes of the start of the operation, and delay the battalion's reinforcement of the Vietnamese G command."

Crazy, this one in front of me is absolutely crazy!

There were only more than 500 people in total, and more than 200 of them could actually be engaged in front-line battles, and they were scattered in eight places ranging from 5 to 10 kilometers apart, attacking more than 10 times the enemy.

Tao Wenguang, the deputy captain of the air team, was completely convinced, and said with a wry smile: "My General Liang, I have a total of two helicopters, and I can fly two round-trips at most in 30 minutes, transporting two detachments at a time, and the other two squadrons of the three major groups can't send them, so how can I have time to transport the ninth squadron." ”

"Demolish, there is still time, and all those that can be demolished will be demolished. You have also read the telegram, there are three American prisoners of war, as long as they are rescued, they can definitely help you change to three more advanced helicopters, don't be reluctant. ”

"It's not that I'm reluctant, it's that I can't fight like this!"

Li Yongliang didn't care so much, and said expressionlessly: "Tao Wenguang, this is an order." Understand to execute, not to understand the same to execute. As for what kind of play you are talking about, it may apply to the 5th Infantry Division, to the 25th, 26th and 27th Divisions. We are special forces, not an infantry division, not an armored division, we have our way of playing. (To be continued.) )