Major General Wimble had a very restless sleep last night. He tossed and turned on the hard camp bed as if something was about to happen. The Vietnamese demonstrations during the day and the bloody massacre reported by Major Pierre brought too much to him.
of shock.
Although he doesn't care about the lives of the Vietnamese, it doesn't mean that he doesn't care about his own. France has surrendered, and the soldiers of the French colonies in Vietnam are like children without mothers and families, losing their supplies and soldiers.
Supplies, loss of command, in short, everything now has to be relied on by oneself. Now there is an unstable mood in the army. The soldiers are eager to return home to reunite with their relatives, but everyone knows that if they just go back, the result will be to leave.
Entering a German prisoner-of-war camp, the torture of not being able to return home strained the soldiers' spirits to the limit. Today's Dien Bien Phu Municipal Ax Massacre can only be said to be a result of the soldiers venting their anxious emotions.
"Will the Vietnamese retaliate? The Socialist Party led by Ho Chi Minh has a very high appeal in Vietnam." Major General Wenboer thought that all his pajamas disappeared immediately, and he immediately stood up from the bed and turned on the bedside lamp.
, the light with an orange halo illuminated Major General Wimble's room dimly.
I looked at my watch, "It's only 5:30 in the morning."
"Ring, ring, ring," the rapid ringing of the phone sounded like an alarm bell in the silent night.
"Hello, I'm Major General Wenbo. What can I do?"
"Your Excellency Major General, the Vietnamese are making trouble again. They are gathering everywhere in Dien Bien Phu City. Now there are torches and people everywhere in the city. Dien Bien Phu is all in chaos. Your Majesty Major General, we need support.
You hear me? We need support."
Listening to the urgent call coming to his ears, Major General Wimble could imagine how anxious Major Pierre on the other side of the phone was.
"Hold on, I'll send reinforcements immediately." No matter how bad his mood was, Major General Wimble still tried his best to comfort the other party calmly. He knew how much trouble he would cause to the subordinates on the other side of the phone if he showed a slightly panic tone and tone.
and panic.
After hanging up the phone, Major General Wenbol's thoughts immediately started to change. There are still two infantry battalions with less than 1,000 people at the airport. If they want to reinforce, at least one battalion of troops will be sent out, so the only remaining defense force at the airport is
The strength of the next battalion is down. If someone attacks the airport, it will be very dangerous if there are more than 5,000 tons of military supplies and food on the airport.
Thinking of this, Wenboer shook his head secretly. There is no force nearby that can threaten this place. With the fortifications at the airport, there are more than 500 soldiers and the Vietnamese armed with spears and swords cannot threaten him.
After making up his mind, Major General Wimble immediately picked up the phone again: "First Battalion, all of you will immediately dispatch to Dien Bien Phu to support Major Pierre, yes, immediately."
The French soldiers were still well-trained. Twenty minutes later, more than 500 French soldiers immediately drove toward the city on dozens of trucks.
"Sir, there is a battalion of French soldiers heading towards the city."
The soldiers from the mountain camp who sneaked into the airport are now lurking in a hangar, which also houses three MB.210 Bullock bombers, but this ugly guy, which French pilots privately call the flying coffin, is obviously
It is not popular with the French, as the thick dust and cobwebs on the fuselage are very obvious proof.
The hangar is very spacious. Although three bombers have been put in, the remaining space is still enough to accommodate a mountain camp of more than 400 people.
The leading major nodded after hearing the scout's report and said in a deep voice: "Okay, we will launch the attack on time in half an hour. The first company will occupy the pilot dormitory area, the second company will attack the French infantry dormitory area, and the third company will follow me to attack.
Air defense position, now everyone starts checking firearms and ammunition."
The hour hand soon pointed to 6:10, and a sunrise that seemed to be filled with moisture appeared on the treetops. In twenty minutes, it was time to change the guard. The soldiers on several checkpoints around the airport began to move.
My feet were a little numb. At this time, there was a low roar from the horizon. The sentries looked at the sky with vigilance. A black shadow appeared in the distance on the horizon. The leading black shadows soon appeared in front of the sentries.
In front of them, it was an aircraft that the French soldiers had never seen before. The round belly and ugly fuselage proved that it was not a French aircraft.
"Enemy attack!" A sentry pointed his trembling arms at the sky and let out an uncontrollable shout. Along with the sentry's shout, the bright red flag on the fuselage appeared above the airport.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooah, squirts of this stuff at the airport."
, but was swept to the ground by the soldiers from the mountain camp who had been waiting nearby.
"Da da da da" the unique two-shot sound of the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle rang out, and the French soldiers who were rushing out of the barracks were immediately swept away.
When the alarm sounded at the airport, Major General Wenboer, who had gotten up early, immediately rushed out of the room. Major General Wenboer was lucky. Wearing a conspicuous major general uniform, he was not hit by a bullet. He was fine.
He ran to a nearby machine gun bunker, which was empty except for a single Reibel machine gun standing there alone, accompanied by more than a dozen boxes of machine gun bullets.
Major General Wenboer clumsily took out the ammunition from the ammunition box, and tried to load the ammunition chain for the machine gun with trembling hands. However, Major General Wenboer fiddled with the action that an ordinary ammunition hand could complete within ten seconds.
It hasn't been loaded for nearly five minutes. God knows how many years ago it was the last time Major General Wimball played with a machine gun, whether it was three years or ten years ago. Now he can no longer think about these issues.
When Major General Wenboer finally loaded the bullet, he found that there were already a dozen soldiers in green combat uniforms rushing towards him. Major General Wenboer had no time to think and quickly pulled the trigger.
"Da da da da"
This damn machine gun finally fired. It was the same as Major General Wimble's ability to load bullets. His marksmanship was directly proportional to the level of bullets he loaded. During the process of Major General Wimble's crazy strafing at the front, except for
At first, he hit the outside of a soldier on the opposite side relying on his character, and the other bullets were fired into the sky.
Well, indeed, there are planes in the sky now, and there are a lot of them. The consequence of masturbating is to be careful of bombs dropped by planes.
Major General Wimble was firing machine guns while observing the situation on the runway. He couldn't help but feel ecstatic when he saw it. It was great. Two Renault FT17 tanks were driving quickly from the runway to support him. They were driving at high speed.
, the eight-millimeter model 1914 machine gun on the tank turret kept firing at the Chinese soldiers, which for a moment suppressed the Chinese soldiers from raising their heads. Suddenly, a sharp siren sounded from the air, and a black shadow followed the sharp
The cry swooped down quickly, and at the same time, there was a small black dot.
"Boom" a violent sound of air waves sounded. The Renault tank that had been shooting wildly just now was reduced to parts and scattered around in an instant. When the other tank saw this, it quickly twisted its butt and turned back.
Suddenly a fiery red light flashed from the side, and the car, which had its butt exposed in front of others, made a loud noise and emitted a burst of smoke, and then collapsed to the ground.
Major General Wenbo, who was so dizzy after seeing "these bastards", hugged the machine gun in his hand angrily and fired desperately forward. The machine gun position where Major General Wenbo was located soon became a beautiful scenery on the airport.
Two Stuka dive bombers wandering in the sky were also attracted.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Two 50-kilogram aerial bombs fell next to Major General Wenbo. With the sound of huge air waves, Major General Wenbo felt his eyes go dark and lost consciousness. When Wenbo
When Major General Er woke up, he found that he had been tied up into the shape of a zongzi, as Chinese people often say. Beside him, two soldiers with Asian-looking faces were manipulating the man who was in his hands just now.
The Reibel machine gun rained metal bullets towards the French barracks.
Many umbrella flowers have scattered in the sky, and they are landing calmly at the airport. This parachute landing, which was originally a suicidal act, has now become a very safe landing method due to the chaos at the airport. The chaotic airport has already
There was no way to organize forces to shoot into the air, and bursts of gunfire rang out from the anti-aircraft artillery positions that should have been spitting flames into the sky. It was the artillerymen exchanging fire with the Chinese troops.
Thinking of the phone call from Major Pierre in Dien Bien Phu in the early hours of this morning, Major General Wembol understood that all his actions had long been planned by others.
The resistance of the French infantry battalion remaining at the airport did not last long. After half an hour, the gunfire at the airport gradually became sparse, which meant that the resistance at the airport had basically been eliminated.
At this time, the first paratroopers to land on the airport had already joined forces with the mountain camps on the ground. They began to clear the obstacles on the report. Their movements were very fast, and the six runways on the airport were quickly cleared. They were hovering in the sky.
Several of the giant birds in the aircraft pointed their noses at the runway and plunged down.
"Dien Bien Phu is over." This was the thought that came to Major General Wimble's mind. At this time, he saw the Chinese people were already cleaning the battlefield, and French soldiers were escorted out of the barracks with their hands raised.
So far, the only airport in Dien Bien Phu has fallen into the hands of the Chinese.