At the same time that Nguyen Phuc Tho received the report, the rebels also discovered his infantry company of the National Army. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But the rebels did not act, neither attacking nor retreating; Nguyen Phuc Tho was quite fortunate that he encountered not the main force under the command of Nguyen Shao Van but a roundabout force attacking the rear of the mercenaries, which now had neither the strength to engage the Nationalist army nor dare to retreat on its own to bring the two enemy forces together.

All the petty leader who led the roundabout troops could do was send someone to report to Nguyen Shao Van while closely monitoring the movements of the Nationalist Army. But he didn't know that his opponent was unaware that Thomas's squad was nearby and was planning to retreat.

Even if there were only a little more than 200 rebels, Nguyen Phuc Tho did not have the courage to fight them, and the same was true of the soldiers he led.

Several acting platoon commanders - like the "unfortunate" Lieutenant de Vigien, the French platoon commanders of this infantry company had encountered different troubles and did not participate in the rescue operation - and the sergeants gathered around their acting company commanders to discuss specific operational steps.

"Should we retreat immediately?" An acting platoon commander asked bluntly.

"Of course." Nguyen Phuc Tho wanted to answer, but before he could speak, the other, older acting platoon commander was already harshly reprimanding his colleague. "Stupid, it's a serious crime to run away, and you're going to let us go to jail together."

"No one wants to be put in prison by the French." The third acting platoon commander said, "But we can't go to war with the rebels either." It's too risky. ”

The first acting platoon commander shouted in agreement.

"It's easy to fix." Nguyen Phuc Tho made a gesture, "Our mission is to reinforce the Americans, and we are separated from the Americans' own reinforcements, so the first thing to do now is to find the Americans and not to destroy the rebels in front of us." There is no time to waste on them. ”

A very suitable excuse, the eyes of the three acting platoon commanders lit up: Captain Martial made a very wise decision to let Nguyen Phuc Tho be the acting company commander.

But there is still one problem that remains unsolved.

"But how do we do that?" A sergeant looked at the officers worriedly, "The rebels will never let us retreat so easily. ”

The acting officers exchanged a few glances with each other, pretending to think about it, and finally Nguyen Phuc Tho said: "Well, send someone over there to negotiate with the rebels, show our attitude, and let them not attack us...... Tell them that the Vietnamese do not fight the Vietnamese. ”

"That's right, the Vietnamese don't fight the Vietnamese." Several acting officers nodded together, and then asked, "However, who should be allowed to negotiate?" ”

Nguyen Phuc Shou's gaze slowly swept over them, and finally fixed on the sergeant who had just asked the question. "That's you."

The sergeant's face immediately turned white.

But after all, Nguyen Phuc Tho was the one who gave the order, and everyone else agreed with his arrangement, and although he was extremely reluctant, the sergeant could only wave a white handkerchief towards the rebels - he was not at all sure that the rebels would understand what he meant, and the soldiers of the national army knew that waving a white handkerchief or a white flag meant surrender, because the French taught them that, but the French apparently did not teach the rebels.

The sergeant slowly disappeared into the woods, acting with obvious caution; But when he reappeared, his expression became both relaxed and pleasant.

"The rebels agreed?" Nguyen Phuc Tho thought it should be so, but it wasn't.

"The rebels are asking you to negotiate with them personally."

This time, it was Nguyen Phuc Shou's turn to turn white.

At the same moment, the faces turned pale as well as Wen Deji and the other mercenaries. For a while, they were so busy with their own business that they forgot to pay attention to the two guns of the Vietnamese, and when they noticed them again, everyone found that they were no longer in their original positions, but had been erected a dozen yards away.

And the Vietnamese are lighting the fuse. It's too late to stop them, and there's only one thing the mercenaries can do.

"Shelling!" Wendeji shouted, busy looking for cover like everyone else. Some of the mercenaries clung to the ground, while others hid behind trees. Then they heard a loud bang, and then a shell passed through the position, breaking some branches by the way, and then they heard another cannon sound.

The second shell almost repeated the trajectory of the second shell during the first shell, but with a slight difference, after being bounced off by a branch, it did not hit anyone's arm, but bounced off the ground again, and finally hit Walges in the foot.

The automatic rifleman screamed in pain and almost jumped to his feet with the balls of his feet clutched. However, he should have been glad that after three rebounds, the shell had lost its power, otherwise he would not have felt more than just pain.

"I wish poor Jerry had the same luck as him." Vane sighed.

"I wish we had a 'potato digger'." Boon Duc said this because he saw that the Vietnamese had begun to charge again, and as last time, there were still many of them, looking more than four hundred, and possibly more - the twenty or so men who could still fight could not stop so many rebels, but fortunately he had an arrangement. "Thankfully, the wounded were evacuated to the rear."

But that's only part of the arrangement. In fact, he prepared a trap for the rebels. Of course, he had to lure them into the trap.

"Fire!"

Hearing his order, all the mercenaries opened fire together. The dozen or so Vietnamese who were running at the front immediately fell, but the other rebels rushed up at a faster pace. Their intentions were simple, they just wanted to get into the middle of the enemy forces as soon as possible, but this time the situation changed somewhat.

Boon Duc Si had been carefully observing the Vietnamese, secretly calculating the distance between them and himself, and when there were only the last twenty yards left between the two sides, he turned his head sideways and shouted: "Retreat!" ”

The two mercenaries at the left and right ends of the line sprang into action, patted their companions on the shoulders, and then turned and ran to the rear—but not far, retreating only twenty yards before stopping to continue firing at the Vietnamese; And as they retreated, the two mercenaries who had been tapped on the shoulder by them waited a few seconds, and then withdrew from their positions following the same steps; After a little more waiting, a third group of mercenaries also moved......

One group after another, the mercenaries withdrew from their initial line of defense and built a new line twenty yards away...... Then only Wen Desi and Vane were left in their original positions.

The two of them waited dangerously for a few more moments, firing the last bullet at the onrushing rebels, before they got up and turned and ran towards the new line. A second later, the two mercenaries who had been the first to move began to retreat again.

Another cycle.

Little by little, the mercenaries gradually retreated, killing and wounding the rebels while leading them into a trap, and near them, Nguyen Phuc Tho's negotiations with the rebel leaders were almost over.

In fact, the negotiations should have ended long ago. When the sound of artillery and gunfire rang out, the small leader planned to set aside the Nationalist army and continue to copy the enemy's rear route according to the plan, but at the same time, the gunfire also made Nguyen Phuc Tho realize that the Americans were nearby. Although it was unclear which American group it was, he still decided to join them, so it was necessary to get the rebel army, which seemed to be a bit troublesome, out as soon as possible.

"We don't want to go to war with you." He once again reiterated his attitude, "The Vietnamese do not fight the Vietnamese. ”

"Yes, the Vietnamese don't fight the Vietnamese." In fact, the little boss wanted to beat up the bastard who had defected to the French in front of him, and his men wanted to do the same, but they had to smile at him now. "Since you don't want to fight us, leave at once."

"No, it's you who should leave." Nguyen Phuc Tho said.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, if you stay here, you're in danger." He sighed slowly, and said very sincerely: "The Americans have sent a large number of troops to rescue the troops surrounded by you, and now that they are in the vicinity, the sound of gunfire will quickly attract them, and by that time, you will not be able to run away even if you want to." ”

"You're talking nonsense." On the surface, the little boss did not believe Nguyen Phuc Tho's explanation, but in fact he secretly panicked - if what he said was true......

"If." Although many times this is just a guess and does not become a reality, there are times when speculation becomes the most real thing. The little boss neither wants nor wants to take risks, he doesn't lack dedication, but he doesn't want to die a meaningless death.

He was not like the men he wanted to see today, he did not know what was happening, he did not kill a single enemy, he was killed on the march.

He was afraid of that "if".

Ruan Phuc Shou noticed the expression on the little leader's face and smiled to himself. "I can swear that everything I said is true, the Americans are nearby and will be able to come over soon. Otherwise, how could our national army appear on your territory? ”

He seemed to be very sincere, more sincere than anyone the little leader had ever met, and his explanation seemed very plausible: yes, the Nationalists would only appear in the countryside when the foreigners' armies were in full force, otherwise they would have stayed in the city and never come out.

"The army of foreigners...... How many? The little leader was dazed and felt that he was going to obey.

"Five hundred. Well equipped and the best troops. ”

The little boss was almost stunned. Five hundred! If the foreigners who came to reinforce were as powerful as the foreigners who were surrounded, there was really no need for the battle to continue, and they could kill everyone here.

He felt that he should retreat immediately, but he felt that it seemed that Ruan Shaowen should be notified first, but was it too late to do so? Although it is a shameful act to abandon friendly forces and retreat on their own, the foreign army may arrive soon, and if it is not moved quickly, I am afraid that everyone will be doomed together...... But......

The little boss is still hesitating. But Ruan Phuc Shou had already lost no time in urging him. "Hurry up and leave, it's too late if you don't make up your mind."

"But ......"

"Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, it is better to worry about yourself than to worry about others." He continued to urge, "Do you really want to die in this place?" ”

"Okay." The little boss bit his lip and thought for a while, then turned to the others and said, "Let's withdraw." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the resistance fighters could not wait to move - when they heard that there was a large number of foreign soldiers in the vicinity, and that there were five hundred of them, these soldiers had already decided to leave the place at once, and of course they needed someone to take the lead - and now everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The rebels retreated quickly, much faster than they had been able to attack the mercenaries in a roundabout way. Nguyen Phuc Tho kept an eye on them until everyone was gone, then he slowly turned around and went back to look for his troops with satisfaction. Now that the problem has been solved, it is time to converge with the Americans.

However, Nguyen Phuc Tho did not notice how close the gunshots were coming from. Vandesi and the mercenaries have drawn the rebels into the trap. The Vietnamese knew nothing about what was going to happen, they were just angry, and the hateful enemy, as if intent on playing tricks on them, retreated one moment and stopped firing again, so that they lost more men than in the previous attack and gained nothing at all.

It's so hateful!

The rebels roared in anger and chased the enemy with all their might, without any bothering to pay attention to their surroundings...... Of course, even if anyone remembered this now, it was too late, and without warning, the bullets suddenly appeared and swept the rebels from the side - a trap that Moonson had prepared for his enemies, and the wounded and the mercenaries of the reconnaissance squad who could shoot were here, lurking in the grass, and now they were going to get something back from the rebels for themselves.

They fired fiercely, without any pause. The bullets are continuous, and they never seem to stop. The rebels didn't even have time to react in front of them, and in just a brief moment, many of them fell to the ground, either dead or, though still alive, unable to move.

And then, just like it started with, the rain of bullets suddenly disappeared. However, the Vietnamese did not feel relaxed, because the enemy who had drawn them here was still shooting.

Now there is a question before these rebels, whether they should continue the pursuit, or turn to the side and attack the new enemy, or retreat again as they did last time. They were bewildered and dazed, but at this moment the fierce gunfire erupted again.

And this time, the bullets are denser, more accurate and deadlier than just now. So the Vietnamese no longer hesitated, and the instinct to survive once again took over, and they began to turn around and flee again, and as always, faster than when they attacked.

So soon, they came into Ruan Shaowen's sight again.

"Bastard! Idiot! Idiot! "Ruan Shaowen started to have a stroke. When the same bad situation occurs three times in a row, it will be unacceptable to anyone, not to mention that he has repeatedly told everyone not to retreat without permission.

Nothing could make a commander angry, a group of incompetent and disobedient men, who really wanted to behead them all.

It's just that he can't do that. Ruan Shaowen does not have such great power, so he can only accept reality and plan his next move at the same time.

However, there seems to be only one thing he can do: retreat.

It's ridiculous, but it's the only way to do it. He no longer had the strength to organize another attack, although there were still more than four hundred men to fight, and there were troops that copied the back road - although these fools had not heard anything about it so far, and did not start the attack according to plan, he believed that they were still alive - but Nguyen Shao Van was unwilling to expend the last of his troops in this battle.

He's had enough.

"Everyone, wounded or unwounded, assemble, take those two cannons, and we'll withdraw." Ruan Shaowen ordered, "Also, send someone to find the troops who copied the back road and let them withdraw together." ”

"That's it?" Someone asked.

"What else else?" Ruan Shaowen shouted angrily, "The three attacks failed to eat the enemy, but instead lost so many brothers, do you want to do it again?" ”

Almost immediately, the little bosses scrambled to action, almost stumbling together - not in a hurry to carry out his orders, but in a hurry to leave a thunderous boss. They don't want to be an object to vent their anger on, even though no one respects Ruan Shaowen.

Ordinary resistance fighters are also the same as their leaders. So they quickly gathered together, armed with all their weapons, and supported their wounded but still able companions. As for those who are seriously injured and therefore completely incapacitated, they can only be abandoned.

There is no choice. Even if the seriously wounded were brought back to the camp, they would not live long, so no one would want to do more; But the assembled resistance fighters will also remain here forever.

They were unaware that a mercenary force had arrived to reinforce them, nor of Feldman's orders to all the mercenaries he led.

"Kill all the Vietnamese!" The commander announced.

The rebels were still waiting for Ruan Shaowen's new order, but at this moment, a shrill howling sound suddenly sounded in the air, which they had never heard before, and immediately, four mortar shells exploded violently in the crowd.

Then there were gunshots a hundred times more violent than any before.

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