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Corey. Feldman was the commander of this force and the superior commander of Thomas's squad, so he was nervous and anxious right now. The carrier pigeon returned information stating that Thomas's squad had been attacked by an unknown number of Vietnamese militants and was besieged, and the commander had to worry about whether he would be able to bring it back to base intact.

It must be said that the plan drawn up by the command was so bad that the higher commanders reduced the troops on duty to a small squad in an attempt to lure the rebels into taking the initiative and destroy its living forces, but they apparently did not think about how bad the situation would be if the Vietnamese committed more troops than the maximum that a squad could resist.

This is the case now.

If the reinforcements hadn't been quicker, the soldiers there might have died.

Glancing back at the troops following behind, the commander of his subordinates, who was overly worried about his subordinates, ordered everyone to speed up the march again, "Run forward." ”

For the mercenaries, this was not a problem, it was just a small matter, but Feldman's reinforcements were not only mercenaries, but also an infantry company of the Vietnamese National Army, but these soldiers who were obviously untrained and demoralized were almost unable to keep up with the mercenaries.

The commander of the infantry company quickly made a request. "Mr. Feldman, could you please slow down your troops?"

"No, I think the opposite." The commander told the interpreter, "Tell him that we are not moving fast enough, and that we need to speed up." ”

"It's too difficult for my subordinates." The company commander of the National Army protested.

"Then I will have to abandon your troops and rely only on my subordinates to complete the mission."

Feldman's threat immediately turned the face of the Nationalist company commander pale—in fact, he was only the acting company commander, Nguyen Phuc Tho was a Vietnamese, but the commander of the infantry company was supposed to be French. However, because the company commander, Lieutenant de Vigien, was unable to participate in the operation before the departure of the company, and the other French officers disappeared without a trace, the angry Captain Martial had to let him take command of the troops temporarily.

But this is a problem: if the Americans left him, Nguyen Phuc Tho could not directly lead the troops back to the camp, as the French officers did; But he also did not have the courage to advance alone - in the countryside and in the jungle, a lone company of infantry of the National Army was easily the target of resistance to armed attacks; In the end, if the Americans had fallen into the trap of the rebels because of their impulsiveness, Captain Martial would have killed him.

Regardless of the angle, Nguyen Phuc Tho knew that his troops could never be separated from the American mercenaries, but the soldiers of the Nationalist Army could not keep up with the speed of the Americans, so the ideal situation would be...... Feldman had his troops slow down.

"Mr. Feldman, I know you are anxious to rescue your troops, but we are in a very dangerous area, and the rebels know and know it well, and they may have learned of our whereabouts and set a new trap, and rushing forward would inflict unnecessary losses on your troops......"

It has to be said that Nguyen Phuc Tho was a very shrewd man and eloquent, and he began to gush on the potential dangers of marching quickly in a relatively unfamiliar jungle with a large number of hidden threats, and gave many examples as evidence for his arguments. Feldman didn't want to hear him.

He didn't want to follow the advice of a Vietnamese.

At first, of course, the commander patiently listened to the interpreter relay the nonsense to him, but soon, he became impatient and finally interrupted Nguyen Phuc Tho. "If the rebels think they can ambush a squadron like a squad, then I must say that they have made a grave mistake. As for you," he said imperiously, "coward, I can solve the problem without your troops." ”

Then, he left Nguyen Phuc Tho and the interpreter behind and ran forward with the mercenaries.

Looking at his back, it took a long time for the Vietnamese to come back to their senses and ask the translator, "What did he just say?" ”

The interpreter repeated Feldman's words.

Nguyen Phuc Tho immediately became angry. "He can't do that to me, he can't speak to me in that tone." He shouted, "I'm Venerable! ”

But no one paid any attention to him, neither the interpreter nor the National Army soldier who stopped to catch his breath, and the mercenary had already run away. Now the royal family - or clan - has little status in Vietnam, first of all there are too many of them, and after the second Treaty of Hue the whole royal family has been greatly devalued, maybe the king still has a little authority, but everyone knows that the French are the real masters. Honorable room? Who cares about them.

However, after all, Nguyen Phuc Tho was still an officer and was commanding the troops in place of Lieutenant Dvigiang, so he still had the opportunity to show his authority.

He began to rant loudly at the soldiers of the National Army, who were resting. "You stupid pigs! What are you doing here, run for me and catch up with the Americans, or I'll send you all to Captain Martial! Quick action......"

Under the threat of Nguyen Phuc Tho's roar and the anger he showed...... But more importantly, thinking of the possible punishment they would receive, the Vietnamese soldiers finally ran slowly.

Of course, at this time, Ruan Shaowen was also angry with the petty leaders who accepted his command - he was almost mad at them. These people led the charge without his orders, but then fled back with everyone in panic when they saw that victory was about to be won, Ruan Shaowen had no idea what they were trying to do and what was going on in their heads.

"You are simply unreasonable, half of the enemy is still able to fight, and a little more effort can destroy them all, why did you run back with your team?" He screamed, "More than 200 brothers have died in vain!" ”

After a while, he emphasized it again. "People died in vain!"

The little bosses were all silent. In fact, they also knew that they should not have fled back with people, but it was not all their fault, everyone was frightened by the continuous gunfire, thinking that the foreigners had received reinforcements, even if the leaders did not lead the team, they would run back.

And it's not a very serious mistake either. Since the team can kill the foreigners in the first charge, it can do the same if they do it again......

"Do you want to do it again?" Ruan Shaowen's voice suddenly became as sharp as a woman's, scaring all the small leaders and resistance fighters, but he himself was taken aback by the advice of his subordinates. "Our team has already suffered more than 500 casualties, and if you do it again, how many more casualties do you want to lose?"

The little leaders looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what he meant...... Maybe he felt that the casualties were too great, so he didn't plan to continue? "Brother Ruan, are we going to retreat?"

"That's not going to work either."

Ruan Shaowen knew that he couldn't retreat yet, and it was not the right time. Having paid such a huge price but not being able to wipe out a group of foreigners with only fifty men, none of the big leaders could accept this result. Ruan Shaowen hoped to bring back a few corpses or a few prisoners, and by the way, capture a few more guns and ammunition, even if this still could not balance the losses, but it was better than nothing at all.

He had to organize another attack.

"We still have to attack, and we must destroy the enemy in front of us." Ruan Shaowen said, "But this time we can't act without permission like just now, we must organize well and do this at the lowest cost." ”

"How?" Someone asked.

"We need to plan carefully."

But he didn't make any valuable proposals, or make any valuable arrangements. He just waved his hand and asked the small bosses to study the attack plan on their own, while at the same time getting everyone who could still move ready to attack. The most important one, of course, was to drag the two cannons to safety, load them with ammunition, and push them back into the firing position: no matter how bad they were, they were the only thing to rely on right now.

The rebel fighters began to act, Ruan Shaowen felt a little better looking at their movements, but soon, he became angry again, and the troops who copied the enemy's rear road have not had any news or movement so far, what are these guys planning to do?

"Where the hell did they go?" Ruan Shaowen wanted to know.

However, his roundabout force only ran into the reconnaissance team's six mercenaries, and before they could disperse, they were caught in crossfire from four submachine guns and two carbines, killing or wounding nearly half of them...... That's about two hundred.

When the six mercenaries rose from the grass and fired their opponents with their submachine guns, they had no idea that they could achieve such remarkable results, and of course they had never been so happy, firing all the hundred rounds in the drum like waterhose watering flowers, it was like a climax - of course, they were just overloaded with adrenaline.

But there are also those who feel that they are not enough.

"Actually, we can kill all those Vietnamese when they turn around and run back." One of the fellows said to his exhausted companions, "It's just that we're too worried about you, and we're back here as soon as we chase them away, and it seems like the right time." ”

"Thank you." The rescued mercenaries weakly replied, "But the rest of the battle is up to you." ”

Of course, this is just a joke, and no one really thinks that only six people can withstand the attack of the Vietnamese, but there are not many people who can participate in the battle.

"Not counting the guys from the scout squad, there are twenty-two more people who can continue to fight." Wendesi told Thomas. The team leader sat on the ground, leaning on a tree with his back, looking very weak. But in fact, Thomas was just too tired and nervous, and the Vietnamese only made a wound on his leg, and although he bled a lot, there was no problem after bandaging.

It's just that the situation of others is not as easy as his. Although no one has died yet, it is only that no one has died, and all the mercenaries who were judged by Wen Deji to be unable to fight were seriously wounded, and even three fainted - but the good news is that the mercenary who was hit in the arm by a cannonball has woken up, but he is also unable to fight, and has to find someone to take care of him.

And the situation of mercenaries who can fight is not very good. Wen Desi and Vane were the only two lucky ones who were not injured at all, and the others were scarred, but not enough to affect their movements.

"But combat capability has definitely decreased." Wen Desi said frankly.

"It's terrible." Thomas smiled bitterly—he couldn't think of any expression to use other than a wry smile. "How many more bullets do we have?"

"And many more." This was perhaps the most ridiculous thing, each mercenary set out with at least six ten-round and four twenty-round magazines, and all the automatic riflemen except for Wochs carried twelve twenty-round magazines, but in reality they could not consume so many rounds in battle, and even the automatic riflemen fired just over half of them. Everyone's weight is wasted.

"Actually, we should save a little weight and bring a 'potato digger'." Wen Deji sighed.

If there was a "potato digger", the Vietnamese would not want to rush up and engage in hand-to-hand combat, but it seems a little too late to mention this now.

Thomas laughed louder. "Wen, remember to remind me to bring a 'potato digger' next time."

If there's a next time......

Moon shook his head slowly, banishing all the bad thoughts and emotions out of his head. "What shall we do now, Mr. Thomas?" He asked.

"Stay here." How else could it be? Even if the troops no longer have much combat effectiveness, there is still a hope worth waiting for. "Reinforcements should arrive soon."

"But what if the Vietnamese attack before reinforcements arrive?"

"Then pray that there will be any of us alive when the reinforcements arrive."

Moonson stared at his squad commander, trying to find a hint of a joke on his face, but Thomas's expression told him he wasn't joking. In the end, Wen Deji had no choice but to nod his head to indicate that he had understood. "I'll start setting up my position now."

With that, he turned to leave, discussing the combat deployment with the mercenaries who could still fight, and then someone began to move.

As the minutes ticked by, the mercenaries and rebels were preparing for them, but at the same time, Feldman's reinforcements were getting closer to their target, and it seemed that only Nguyen Phuc Thuoc's Nationalist infantry company could not be seen when the commander looked back.

"These cowards must have retracted." He told himself, and then stopped paying attention to the unhelpful allies, but in fact......

Nguyen Phuc Tho had just received a report that he was most afraid to hear. "Sir, find traces of rebels." (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.) )