The troops stationed in Nanding are the first corps of the French Foreign Legion, and as the logistics unit responsible for managing the personnel, equipment, transportation and supply consumables of the French Foreign Legion, they are stationed in the city closest to the front line, like the other logistics units of the French ** team. This was the temporary storage point for the French army, and supplies brought from the rear would stop here for a short time.

Colonel Crodale, the commander of the 1st Regiment of the French Foreign Legion, was on his way out on patrol when he saw a special armed force moving in the city of Nanding, dressed in civilian clothes, with distinctive carrying gear and rifles, and they were not equipped with any insignia of the French army.

I saw that this group of mysterious guys sitting on the Wrangler were transporting several large trucks, and the contents contained in them were tightly covered by dark canvas, and the places they went to the checkpoint were also directly released, without identity verification. Such a domineering guy made Colonel Crodair involuntarily curious.

"Who are they? How can the power be so big? Colonel Crowdale grabbed a soldier guarding the checkpoint and asked, the French army has strict military discipline, and in Nanding, except for personnel above the regimental level, who can ignore the rules and be unimpeded, everyone else has to get out of the car and obediently be inspected.

"We just received an order from our superiors that there was a group of guys who were not wearing our uniforms to transport a batch of special things to the front line, and all the checkpoints must be released according to the order." The soldier waved his hand to show that he had no idea, and was just following the plan of his superiors.

Colonel Crodale waved his hand at his subordinates, and he decided to go along and find out who these guys were. However, the trucks stopped a short distance ahead, and the occupants jumped down to recuperate, except for a Wrangler carrying what looked like the leader of the gang in the direction of headquarters.

Colonel Claudel deliberately came to hang around a dozen meters near them, and he found that these people had set up a cordon area five meters away, and even though it was a relatively safe logistics area, these people had not let their guard down. Colonel Crodel thought to himself that what was inside must be a secret that must be a secret to himself.

In charge of Soman's gas escort was Bosquet of Strategic Resources Cooperatives, a former member of the French Foreign Legion, who had joined Albert's company as a private military contractor after leaving the army three years earlier. It was also because of the relationship that he had served in the French army in the past that the senior management of the Strategic Resources Cooperation Company asked him to serve as the escort this time.

Boskai was very cautious along the way, fearing that something would happen. Because the company repeatedly told them that these weapons were extremely deadly poison gas, once it was leaked, they didn't even have a chance to escape, and Boskai was relieved after arriving at the destination Nanding City, and his mission was temporarily over after the batch of poison gas was delivered to the French army.

"Bosquet? Bosquet! It's really you. As soon as he returned to the convoy, Boskai heard someone yelling at him from behind, and Bosquet looked back to see his former comrade-in-arms, Crodale, waving at him.

"You're Crodale?" Boskai asked a little incredulously, he was surprised to meet his former comrades here, he turned around and signaled the paramilitaries behind him not to be nervous, and then the two quickly got together and chatted.

"Of course you read that right, it's me." Crowdale excitedly patted Bosquet on the shoulder, grabbed him over, and laughed, "Yes, it looks like we've been getting mixed up lately." ”

Bosquet waved his hand helplessly, and said modestly, "What's good, it's just to help people work, and the danger factor is even higher, what is there to show off." ”

Colonel Crodale gave him a blank look, and deliberately mocked him in a sour tone, "Yo, it's more dangerous, how can you compare with us guys who fought with the Viet Cong in the jungle, you take less money than you, work is more dangerous than you, and you are really disease-free." ”

Boskai just smiled, and did not directly oppose Colonel Crodale's words, of course, he didn't know that the guy inside the devil's training camp of the Belgian Strategic Resources Cooperation Company would always burst out with such an idea of standing and talking without backache. Boskai didn't say hello for long, he still had a batch of things to continue north to transport to the Dien Bien Phu area, as for what kind of goods were transported, even Boskai himself did not know, he only knew that this thing was shipped from Belgium and was sealed in wooden boxes.

"Where are you going? Frontline? Crodel lit a cigarette and pouted Boskenunu, "If you go to Dien Bien Phu, you can follow my convoy." After all, if there are many people, they are not afraid of those Vietnamese monkeys, and last month we had a few logistics soldiers driving to deliver supplies, and guess what, they were tied to a tree by the Viet Cong and burned alive, and the supplies in the car were looted. ”

Boskai took a deep breath of cold air and said with a little fear, "What a bunch of savage and uncivilized Vietnamese monkeys, against these people, bullets are more effective than reason." ”

After washing the last puff of his cigarette, Crodel threw away the cigarette butt and said proudly, "So we shot the monkeys that had no use value after we caught the Viet Cong, and then hung them on a tree to let them know that this is the end of going against us." ”

Bosquet just smiled and didn't answer Crowdale's words. Half-squatting on the ground, he straightened up and suddenly asked, "When are you going to leave for Dien Bien Phu?" ”

"Three hours later, what, why don't you come in with me for a coffee?" The French have always had a habit of coffee addiction, even before the start of the war, they had to drink a cup of hot coffee before going to war, no wonder the Germans during World War I once ridiculed the French ** team is a group of soldiers who do not know how to fight without coffee.

The three-hour break passed quickly. In a war zone, the time of the war is much longer than expected, a second is long to a century, and the quiet time always slips away from the hand in the blink of an eye. By three hours later, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

And Claudel's convoy also set off, they were preparing to deliver supplies to a French Foreign Legion 3rd Infantry Regiment stationed in the Dien Bien Phu area, and now the front line is stalemate, and a large amount of ammunition is consumed every day, which also attracts a lot of scolding from the logistics department.

Their supply convoy was much larger than Bosquet's, with ten vehicles carrying ammunition alone, and Bosquet's large truck slipped into Colonel Crodale's convoy. And this time the march was led by Colonel Crowdale himself, because he did not want to give Boskai, an old friend, anything to lose.

Along the way, Krogaire told Boskai about the methods of Viet Cong guerrilla warfare, including those small-scale infiltration operations and traps, Bosquet just listened and echoed a few words, what Crodel said Bosquet had seen as early as the training camp, and as a guerrilla warfare master, he was more than enough to deal with these small traps.

By this time, the car had entered the mountains of Vietnam, just about to pass through a narrow valley, and this section of the road could only accommodate vehicles walking in a row, so the speed of the convoy slowed down.

Just as Croudel was talking, the car in front suddenly stopped, and Colonel Crodale shouted into the walkie-talkie with a little dissatisfaction, "What's going on?" ”

"The tires of the car at the front were stuck in the mud." The driver replied helplessly, but Boskai noticed something strange from the driver's reply, he snatched the walkie-talkie from Colonel Crowdale's hand, ignored the other party's puzzled expression, and asked directly, "How deep is that quagmire?" ”

"I just got the tires in it, and the mud was covered with dead branches and leaves, so I didn't see it clearly." The driver said frustratedly, "I didn't run over it if I knew it earlier." ”

Boskai dropped his walkie-talkie and said anxiously to Colonel Crowdell, "Hurry up and get your men out of the car, and then deploy defensive lines on both sides, this is an ambush by the Viet Cong." ”

Before Boskai could finish speaking, a violent explosion spread from the jungle on the left side of the convoy, and Bosquet saw a dazzling flame suddenly rise outside the car, and then the flames mixed with the scorching air wave shattered all the windows of the cars.

PS: This book will be on the shelves this Friday, and now the manuscript is being accumulated, and there will be an outbreak at that time, I hope you will support it a lot.