Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Eighth Airport Lurking
There were cries and screams everywhere. Tens of thousands of people who were crowded forward suddenly turned back, and a stampede occurred. Children cried, adults shouted, and the already crowded street suddenly became a mess.
The French soldiers could restrain themselves before opening fire, but once they saw blood, they could no longer restrain their emotions and opened their weapons to the crowd of people.
"Da da da"
The hail of bullets swept away at all the moving targets in front of them, and the dense flow of people on the street became the best target. In the end, Major Ottawa woke up first and spoke out to stop the murderous soldiers under his command.
"If there is a ceasefire, please give me a ceasefire."
"You sons of bitches, give me a ceasefire"
Although Major Ottawa shouted very loudly, some of the soldiers who were stunned by the killing still failed to release the trigger in their hands in time. It wasn't until Major Ottawa kicked and slapped several of the scared soldiers that they let go.
The soldiers who had entered the state stopped.
When the soldiers who woke up carefully observed the results of the battle in front of them, they discovered that the entire street was piled with corpses, and the entire road was dyed red with blood.
"Oh God, did we really do this?" Major Ottawa looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. Is this still the bustling street of the past? I'm afraid it's just like hell.
Countless men, women, and children fell to the ground in grotesque ways. Blood continued to flow out on the ground. The scarlet blood gathered into small puddles on the ground, and the smell of blood came over.
"Wow"
I don’t know who started it, but almost all the soldiers bent down and started to clear out the contents of their stomachs. At this time, a rumble came closer and closer. The leader was a dozen Renault FT17 tanks, followed by a dozen more.
Truck, this is the reinforcement sent by Major General Wimble.
When this unit arrived in front of the Municipal Ax Building, all the French soldiers who were reinforcing were stunned by what they saw. "God, there are at least four to five thousand corpses here. Who did this?" The reinforcements came here
Major Pierre, commander of the third battalion, opened the tank's control tower and muttered to himself as he looked at the scene in front of him. He simply couldn't believe what he saw.
Major Pierre got out of the car and suddenly felt that the boots on his feet had stepped on a slippery ground. He raised his feet and saw that the originally polished riding boots were already covered with a thick layer of blood.
"Damn it!" Major Pierre ignored the bloodstains on his feet and strode towards the French soldiers who were standing in front of him. He grabbed Major Ottawa's collar and shouted loudly: "Ottawa, look what you have done, you bitch.
You son of a bitch made this place a hell."
Ottawa, whose neck was stuck, finally woke up and impatiently shook off Major Pierre's hand and said: "What the hell are you shouting? If I hadn't fired, our municipal ax would have been killed by those yellow men."
The monkeys have taken over, and we won't even have a foothold by then. Can you still yell at me here?"
Major Pierre quickly reported the situation here to Major General Wimble. After hearing this, Major General Wimble was not as angry as Major Pierre. He just sighed and ordered Major Pierre to immediately cooperate with Major Ottawa to clean up the streets.
Take the time to bury the dead Vietnamese. You must know that the weather is still very sultry at the end of August. If these corpses are not disposed of in time, it is easy to cause the plague.
Major General Wimble was also a ruthless person. Anyway, if they waited for the Vietnamese to occupy this place, their fate would not be much better. They might as well strike first. Following his order, all French soldiers
They called the cleaners, threw the corpses one by one into the truck, and started cleaning up the streets.
In a house next to a remote street in Dien Bien Phu, Ho Chi Minh and several members of the Vietnamese Socialist Workers Party were crying with their heads wrapped around their heads. A matter that they thought was a sure thing was ruined by the sound of French soldiers' gunfire.
, followed by a brutal massacre. According to statistics, at least 5,000 Dien Bien Phu citizens were killed in today's massacre.
"Damn it, these murderers and executioners, they all deserve to go to hell." Ho Chi Minh, who was heartbroken with regret, slapped the table and cried loudly, "It's all my fault. If I had asked the people to retreat earlier, how could I have caused such a big disaster?
The loss”
A member of the Vietnamese Socialist Party nearby comforted him: "Comrade Ho Chi Minh, don't be too sad. None of us expected that this would happen. Those crazy French rulers would actually shoot at our people. This is
None of us expected it beforehand.”
"Yes, Comrade Ho Chi Minh, the most important thing for us now is to seize the opportunity to take revenge. The blood of our people cannot be shed in vain."
Just as everyone was trying to comfort Ho Chi Minh, a middle-aged man walked in and said, "Comrade Ho Chi Minh, a special envoy claiming to be the ax of the Chinese government is looking for you."
"What, the special envoy of the Chinese government is looking for me, how did he know where we are staying?" The grief-stricken Ho Chi Minh was shocked and stood up quickly: "Invite him in quickly."
Soon, a middle-aged man with an average appearance, about thirty years old, walked in. Ho Chi Minh hurriedly greeted him: "Hello, I am Ho Chi Minh. Are you the special envoy sent by the Chinese government?"
The visitor smiled slightly and said in authentic Vietnamese: "Yes, Mr. Ho Chi Minh, I am a person sent by the Chinese government to liaise with you. My name is Huang Zhiqiang. We express our sympathy for what happened in Dien Bien Phu today. And
, we are also happy to help you drive away the French invaders."
"Is it true?" Are you willing to help us drive away the French invaders and help us gain reading skills? Ho Chi Minh straightened his body and asked excitedly, his body trembling with excitement.
"Of course, we are naturally willing to help you gain reading ability." Huang Zhiqiang smiled and said: "Of course, we also need your commitment."
"What a promise"
"Just promise to return to us the places previously occupied by the French after driving out the French."
"The places occupied by the French." Ho Chi Minh frowned and remained silent. To be honest, these places are a bit unclear due to historical issues. Moreover, the entire Vietnam was once the territory of China during the Tang Dynasty. By the Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties, Vietnam was
China's vassals and vassal states. Now the Chinese government says that it wants to take back its previous territory. This is really a very vague concept. He wants to take back the entire Vietnam. He said that from the time of the Qing Dynasty, Lang Son, Ha Xuan, etc.
It is okay to take back the provincial areas. In short, this is a very nonsense question, but now Ho Chi Minh believes that the most important thing is to drive the French out, and we will talk about the Chinese people later.
"Okay." After thinking for a while, Hu Zhiming verbally agreed to Huang Zhiqiang's request. "I agree to this issue in principle, but we will discuss the specific matters in detail later. What do you think?" Here, Hu Zhiming also played a little trick.
Anyway, I just agree in principle. What we discuss in the future is a matter for the future.
"No problem." Huang Zhiqiang acted like a newbie and agreed happily. "Mr. Hu, let's talk about what you will do tomorrow morning in detail."
The night soon deepened, and a group of dark figures approached the airport on the outskirts of Dien Bien Phu. They arrived quietly at the airport. At this time, one of the dark figures whispered to behind him: "Sir, we have encountered
It’s a minefield and needs to be cleared.”
"How long will it take you to clean up?"
"Sir, this minefield is huge. Give me six engineers and we can clear it before dawn."
"Okay, I'll give you three hours. If you can't clear the minefield before dawn, you know what to do." The officer's voice sounded so cold.
"Sir, don't worry. If it can't be cleaned up before dawn, I will use my own body to fight the thunder."
Time passed little by little, and soon it was 5:10 in the morning. The major lurking in the back looked at the blurry figures in front and felt very anxious. The summer in southern Xinjiang is getting brighter very quickly. If it can't be done before six o'clock,
If a passage is opened to the airport, the entire latent force will be exposed to the eyes of the sentries on the airport, and a battalion of soldiers will become a living target for the French. More importantly, the entire airborne plan will be ruined.
It had to be changed to a forceful attack. No one wanted to see such casualties.
The surroundings were silent and pitch black, with only a few powerful searchlights at the airport shining in all directions.
The major raised his wrist again. The pointer of the luminous watch on his wrist was already pointing to 5:40. It would be dark in twenty minutes. Suddenly, there were several loud crickets chirping in front of him, three long and two short.
"Damn, these guys finally got it done." The major's heart was finally relieved. He turned back and ordered in a low voice: "Everyone, follow."
After saying that, the major lowered his body and crawled forward in a snake-like manner. With the camouflage uniform on his body, unless he looked closely, he would never have noticed that there was another person moving forward. If there were any knowledgeable soldiers who saw it,
In such a situation, you will definitely be amazed. Only a few people in the army can achieve this skill of concealment and stealth.
At this time, several engineers who had opened a 300-meter-long and 4-meter-wide passage for the troops took out a pair of large scissors and cut a hole in the barbed wire fence next to the airport large enough for a person to climb in.
At this time, the French guard at the airport checkpoint was still dozing off with his rifle in his arms, unaware that a group of deadly killers had quietly sneaked into the airport he was guarding.