Seeing that the locust-like North Vietnamese soldiers had rushed in front of him, the French paratroopers in the trench reduced their firepower by replacing magazines and magazines. Second Lieutenant Leglis was anxious. At this time, the "click" sound of air sound in his submachine gun. He simply threw the gun, took off two grenades from the buckle on his chest, pulled out the pull ring and threw it out fiercely, and turned his head to shout at the paratroopers around him, "Throw the grenade!"

This sentence reminded the French paratroopers who were dizzy by the sudden battle. Several people nearby quickly left their weapons and threw grenades forward one after another. The range of the explosion formed a surface-shaped interception area in front of the trench. Many North Vietnamese soldiers fell down, but this only slightly curbed their offensive momentum. The smoke screen had just dissipated, and the North Vietnamese soldiers who were lying on the ground to avoid the explosion nimbled up. Except for one or two officers who looked like they were shouting, the rest of the people calmly and quickly entered the charge.

Leglis was preparing to continue throwing the grenade, but at this moment, the previous ghostly accurate cold shot appeared again - the scream of the paratroopers being shot was heard in his ears, and a bullet even swept over the steel helmet. The lieutenant was shocked and sweated. If he and his paratroopers were fighting in isolation, they would have lost their positions and all the deaths would probably be an irreversible ending. Fortunately, the defense points deployed along the river were only five hundred meters apart. Seeing that the friendly and neighboring positions were attacked, the nearby French paratroopers quickly drew their vitality to support them. With the machine guns and mortars on the periphery

The North Vietnamese soldiers who had already rushed to Leglis fell in groups like they were cutting wheat. In the face of huge casualties, the North Vietnamese rebels realized that it was difficult to win the battle, so they summoned the soldiers who were entering the attack with a sharp whistle. Feeling that the suffocating and oppressive attack suddenly subsided, Leglis and the paratroopers who survived all breathed a long sigh of relief. However, looking at the nearly a hundred corpses scattered between the positions and the woods, looking at the dead in their trenches and the injured who were struggling in pain, they immediately fell into a heavy abyss.

As the combat commander, Lieutenant Leglis had to quickly come out of the nightmare of the first battle. He rubbed his face hard and said, "Etienne. Take a look at the casualties and ammunition losses! Roy, what are the situations of the wounded?"

The medical soldier who was bandaging the wounded turned around and replied: "Dimma and Martin were only slightly injured, so just deal with it, but Duval's condition is quite serious - he was shot in his lungs and needs to be sent to a field hospital for surgery as soon as possible!"

Leglis scratched his head. Paratroopers not only had to face shortages of equipment and ammunition, but also had a common problem in handling wounded personnel. The French army currently has a paratrooper battalion as a unit, equipped with a medical unit with professional treatment functions. Under fully equipped conditions, some less complex traumatic surgery can be performed. Since there was no interference from hostile armed forces during the airborne, medical personnel and medical devices were in place. The medical treatment point was set at the temporary command center, 2.5 kilometers away from the defense point where Leglis and the others were located. A normal stretcher march was just an hour away. However, North

The cold guns and crazy attacks of the Vietnam Rebel Army made Leglis feel worried from the bottom of his heart. Not only did he need to reduce the number of two combatants to transport the wounded, but their safety on the way could not be guaranteed at all. The second lieutenant thought about it in a tangled manner and his eyes fell on the stone bridge. After the battle just now, the French paratroopers defending the stone bridge had also repelled the attack of the North Vietnamese army. Their light jeeps are not only combat weapons, but also far more efficient in contacting and transporting the wounded. Moreover, if there is a medical point on the stone bridge, you don’t have to go far and go to the command center to send the wounded back to the command center.

Looking at the painful appearance of his injured companion, Leglis quickly made a choice: appointed Sergeant Laurent to Stone Bridge to contact friendly forces and try to get some help from them. In order to avoid the cold guns of North Vietnamese armed forces, Leglis climbed out of the position from the river and moved upstream close to the river bank. Leglis reexamined his position. Although the North Vietnamese army might make a comeback at any time, there were still 11 paratroopers living on his side. The guns were damaged and ammunition was sufficient. After the battle just now, everyone's combat cells were mobilized, and their vigilance was also raised to the highest level. If the North Vietnamese armed forces launched an attack, they would not be caught off guard like before. The 500-meter distance was within the effective range of the machine gun, and the defense points on both sides could provide timely fire support.

After reporting the combat profile and casualties of the headquarters to the command center through a radio walkie-phone, Leglis received a reply that he would receive reinforcements. In order to boost the morale, he immediately informed the troops of this situation. Then, while sitting in the trenches to load the magazines, he said to the paratroopers: "Everyone has seen that the Vietnamese tactics are sudden and rapid, and there is nothing to worry about. Wait for the Vietnamese to launch a charge later. Don't panic, be careful to be on the cold guns in the distance, pay attention to firepower allocation, and try not to have obvious shooting interruptions! Do not fire the submachine guns too early, put the grenades in an easy-to-get position, and wait until the enemy approaches 30 meters before throwing them in turn."

While speaking, a lonely gunshot came from the woods. The bullets were clearly shot at the observation post arranged by Leglis, but they were not hit. The paratrooper quickly shrank his head and cursed the insidious Vietnamese gunman in horror.

Thinking that the Vietnamese were going to launch a new round of attacks, Leglis quickly looked over and looked at it. As soon as he looked up, he felt something was wrong. He felt a heavy object on his head and fell back dizzyly. He subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead, with only sweat stains and no blood. He leaned against the trench wall and took off his steel helmet and saw that the bullet was still stuck in the bullet hole. He immediately cursed: "These Vietnamese guys who should go to hell!"

"Sir, are you okay?" The paratrooper next to him thought Leglis had been shot, so he hurried over to observe the situation.

"Fortunately, God blessed me. Although I don't have nine lives as a cat, I survived the disaster this time!" Leglis said as he looked at the bullets on the helmet. He then calmed down and put on the helmet again: "Do you have a mirror?"

The paratrooper who came took out a small round mirror for shaving from his pocket, but did not hold his hands. Leglis thought for a while, took out the gum from his pocket, took the tin foil and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it hard as if he had a deep hatred for the gum, and signaled his companion to hand the engineer shovel next to him, then used the gum to stick the lens on the handle of the shovel, making a simple reflector, and holding it with one hand. Before the lens was shattered by the bullet, he saw the orange-red sunset dyeing the rice fields and the woods a layer of soft and beautiful luster, thus forming a beautiful scene full of exotic style.

The brave warriors who did not rush out of the woods in the mirror, and the North Vietnamese soldiers who had previously died remained in the rice fields in their previous postures. This tragic scene that flashed by left a deep mark in the mind of Lieutenant Leglis.

"What are the tricks of Vietnamese?" Looking at the fragments of mirrors scattered all over the ground, the lieutenant muttered in confusion. Without anyone else's answer, he thought about it and had an answer: Vietnamese are waiting for nightfall!

Looking at the military history, night battles are mostly associated with the tactical words of unexpected, defeating more with less, surprise attacks, and ambush. The harsh vision and complex environment all add uncertainty to the course of the battle. If it is to defend a line of defense with complete facilities, Leglis does not have to worry so much, but now they only use three machine guns and more than ten paratroopers to defend a small hill. The North Vietnamese rebels, which have the advantage of the number of people, may use night covers like a high tide.

They devoured it. It was not until this time that Leglis realized how unrealistic Lieutenant Colonel Jerome's decision was - hundreds of paratroopers defended the 5-kilometer-long river area, and did not concentrate their forces at two or three defense points, but spread them flatly and scattered in more than a dozen small defensive positions. This could certainly prevent the North Vietnamese army from crossing the river at night, if the North Vietnamese armed forces had the idea of ​​attacking the defense line, these small defense points would only become the cemetery of the French paratroopers.

With disappointed doubts, Leglis made a radio contact with the Lieutenant Colonel's command and was told that the command had drawn personnel from the reserve force to his defense point. In order to deal with the possible night attacks by the North Vietnamese army, the Lieutenant Colonel had sent two logistics transport teams to add flares and mines to each defensive position, and the French foreign corps troops had also landed successfully at the mouth of the Song River and would take a ship to the river to support the paratroopers. After this call, Leglis ignited some hope for defending the position. Before nightfall completely, the sound of a thud and thud motor came from the river.

Si saw three boats lined up in a column from the telescope, which seemed very imposing, but with the current water volume of the river, the boats that can sail at most are 10 to 20 tons, equipped with machine guns and light artillery to provide support on the other side, or intercept enemies who forced to swim across the river. At about the same time, the supplementary personnel and transportation teams sent by the combat command also arrived at the defense point. The number of combatants directly commanded by Leglis increased to 24, equipped with 5 machine guns and 2 mortars, and the ammunition reserves were still abundant. In addition, the boats cruising on the river surface, he and his paratroopers had a lot of confidence to stick to their positions.

The sky gradually darkened, and the star cups provided a relatively faint light. It was difficult to see the situation on the woods with the naked eye. The rustling sound of the river flowing became a disturbance at this time. The French paratroopers had to widen their eyes, prick up their ears, and pay close attention to the movements on the woods. Any movement could make them nervous for a while. If the Vietnamese had not attacked, the breathless depressing atmosphere alone would be enough to drag Leglis and his soldiers down. In order to strengthen their defense, the second lieutenant sent three groups of soldiers to crawl about thirty or forty meters in front of the position.

The North Vietnamese Resistance Army, who was in a situation where the enemy was both enemies, seemed to have no patience to waste it here. Before Leglis sent the soldiers to Brey back, there was a clear rustling sound from the woods. Leglis hurriedly made a cry that imitated the cormorants, which was a signal that the Brey soldiers retreated in advance. However, the Vietnamese who advocated the fierce attack did not give them time at all. When a strange sound that was not easy to detect sounded on the battlefield, Leglis felt that a few black things were flying in the sky, and his strong intuition made him react like an electric shock: "Grenade! Hidden!"

The French paratroopers in the trench quickly fell down, and explosions occurred one after another on the position, and a grenade fell into the trench, causing a wail. Judging from the throwing distance of the grenade, the attacker was only twenty or thirty meters away from the trench, but if someone crawled through the rice fields and entered the front of the position, the paratroopers were fully focused and could not have noticed it. This also made Leglis feel confused and panicked - was this not an ordinary grenade attack but some kind of "secret weapon" of the North Vietnamese armed forces?

Throughout history, there have been many doubts on the battlefield. Some of them did not make people realize it until after the battle, and some would become puzzles that could never be solved. Leglis' ears were roared by the explosion at close range. He saw some paratroopers shooting forward spontaneously. After a moment, his hearing recovered, and his ears were full of the sound of machine guns and submachine guns. He wanted to order the launch of flares, but he remembered that there were six paratroopers sent to browse mines stuck in front of the position. The light would make them a living target for Vietnamese. He had to grit his teeth and pick up the submachine guns from beside him. As soon as he raised his head, he felt that several black shadows had jumped into the trenches. In the absence of clarity, he almost opened fire at one of the black shadows. Fortunately, the man shouted "Thank God". The familiar French made Leglis hold it in time. He asked loudly: "Etienne, is it you?"

"Who else? The sinister Vietnamese?" The black shadow climbed up with a submachine gun and said gasping: "If Vietnamese are like us, then their kung fu is too good to pretend to be dead! The grenades were actually those 'corpses'. It is hard to imagine that they should have been lying down since the end of the afternoon battle!"

"What? Say to die!" Leglis' brain twitched, which is indeed reasonable in theory, but it means that those Vietnamese soldiers pretend to be dead when they realize that their attack is about to fail, and then stay motionless under the enemy's nose for a few hours, and then act as assaulters when their attack is launched again. What kind of army will make soldiers develop such tactical habits in their daily training?

"Rolls and I killed at least three, and there may be some, but each of them only has one or two grenades, and it should have been thrown just now." The thin paratrooper officer pressed his shoulders against the trench and replaced the magazine with his submachine gun with skillful movements. Leglis wanted to shoot with him, but fortunately his mind was still clear at this time. Thinking that he could not resist the attack of the Vietnamese, most of his companions came back, so he ordered the flares to be fired.

When the pale light bloomed in the sky, the North Vietnamese soldiers who rushed over the rice fields toward the riverbank position gave Leglis a very similar nickname given to them by the French: Leglis.

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