Under the dazzling light of the flares, the thin North Vietnamese soldiers had nowhere to hide, and the machine guns near the defense point immediately joined the battle. At this moment, the rattle roar was simply the singing of an angel in the ears of Leglis and his soldiers. The scenes of North Vietnamese soldiers falling down in large numbers no longer made them feel heartbroken - the more dead enemies, the less threat to survival will be. Driven by survival, they wished they could kill all these fierce resisters, rather than reflecting on the French underground resisters who died tragically under the guns of the Nazis back then...

Loading, firing, loading, firing, fire. With the firepower of friendly troops in place, Leglis mechanically repeated the shooting movements, and completely regarded these North Vietnamese soldiers as mobile targets in his mind. The dry rice fields quickly became wet and muddy, and were dyed with a dark red color, with pale light giving people a strong visual impact. This time, the North Vietnamese soldiers performed more fiercely and tenaciously than during the day. They ran forward fearlessly, and there was no hesitation and fear on their faces when they stepped past their companions' bodies. They seemed to regard the attack as a sacred mission. Even if they lost their lives in the attack, it would be a great glory in their life!

Due to the continuous shooting, the barrel of the light machine gun heated up quickly. Leglis clearly felt that the firepower of his position was weakening. After the two flares were alternately spaced, the distance between North Vietnamese soldiers and their position would be closer to twenty or thirty meters. After paying an extremely heavy price, they finally exceeded the limit of the last attack. The lieutenant shouted "throwing grenades". The paratroopers threw the grenades forward like they threw stones. The violent explosion once again delayed the offensive of North Vietnamese soldiers. Many of them lay down - Leglis suddenly realized: the guys who had cheated death before took advantage of this opportunity to lurk!

The grenade does not have a fever problem, but its conventional reserves cannot withstand rapid consumption, which has given the machine gunners a period of time to cool down or replace the barrel. Leglis ordered "fire". The sound of more than ten semi-automatic rifles and submachine guns pouring out fire at the same time was quite amazing. After the smoke in front of the position dissipated, there were only running figures a little far away in sight. But with the previous lesson, the second lieutenant did not dare to neglect the crawlers in front of him who were difficult to identify the body. He deliberately lowered his muzzle and shot, and a shuttle of bullets swept over, and there was always a body struggling and twitching on the ground.

Whoosh...boom!

The short and light roar brought violent explosions, which was the normal sound of being attacked by mortars. The shell landing point was several meters behind the trench, almost destroying a French mortar deployed there. Seeing this, Leglis was shocked: If this was an accidental attack by his own friendly forces, they had to remind them to adjust the parameters as soon as possible; if this was the firepower of the North Vietnamese troops, it might mean that the enemy's main force had arrived!

The night hindered the shooter's long-range sniping. Leglis looked up and looked forward. A flare in front slowly slid down to the far end of the woods. Under the light of the light, the figure running in the rice fields seemed to increase and the sound from the right also changed at this time: the fire support of the machine gun and rifle became an intercept of all kinds of weapons with full firepower, and the dark red light spots passing by shifted from the side to the front...

"They were also attacked by the Vietnamese at the same time!" Leglis shouted in dismay, and the sergeant Etienne beside him turned to look there in surprise. The light rising on the position was obviously caused by the mortar.

Just when the situation turned sharply, Leglis suddenly heard someone calling his name "Bier". There were only a few friends in the army and officials who were close to each other would call him like this, and the other party shouted twice. The lieutenant heard it. This was the Laurent Sergeant who had sent to contact friendly troops to Shiqiao.

"I'm here!" Leglis responded. The tense fighting situation made him dare not distract too much. He reloaded the magazine and threw it into the shooting again. This time, several North Vietnamese soldiers who were lying down when attacked by grenades got up and rushed forward. The French paratroopers did not give them any chance. The dense bullets almost drove them into hornets' nests. The other North Vietnamese soldier seemed smarter. He threw two grenades into the trench in succession with the cover of his companion's corpse. The first one was slightly closer, but the defender's submachine gun was unable to kill him. The second grenade was accurately thrown into the trench and immediately killed several French paratroopers. The French's strafing still failed to hit him. However, the smart man might not know how to stop. This guy also wanted to find more grenades from other companions, but he was shot and killed while moving sideways.

The North Vietnamese armed forces suppressed firepower was not fierce, but their cover tactics in the offensive made the French paratroopers feel at a loss. Seeing their combat effectiveness decreasing, Leglis was once again in the dilemma during the day, and he even felt that the position might be lost at any time. The Laurent sergeant returning from the stone bridge seemed to shoulder the new hope of him and this defensive force. However, the first sentence of Laurent made his mood fall from the freezing point: "Their battle suffered a lot, and many wounded people lined up for treatment, and they could not accept our wounded people in a short time!"

"We can't stand it anymore!" Leglis said in frustration.

Laurent looked around and said, "Why didn't you ask for reinforcements from the command?"

Leglis said without raising his head: "The Lieutenant Colonel has sent a class, but judging from this situation, it would be useless even if there were two more classes! Such a defense could not withstand the concentrated attacks of the Vietnamese!"

Another grenade exploded nearby. The two of them pressed down on each other. The language communication was temporarily stopped due to the impact of the explosion, so they each opened fire with their guns. Faced with the attacks of North Vietnamese soldiers, their bullets were quickly exhausted. When they squatted down again, Laurent remembered and said, "By the way, the First Battalion has found a relatively open flat land on the other side of the stone bridge. They have set up guidance signals. Aircraft will transport combat infantry and equipment and ammunition tomorrow morning!"

"When did you say?" Leglis asked loudly.

"The plane will land in the transportation tomorrow morning!" said Laurent.

Leglis nodded and said that he had heard the answer. Then, the correspondent soldier in charge of radio contact came to the front with his walkie-talkie on his back: "Sir, you have connected to the command center. Lieutenant Colonel wants to talk to you!"

"Thank God!"

Leglis quickly put down his submachine gun, picked up the headphones and microphones amid the sound of gunfire explosions, and said extensively: "Lieutenant Colonel, I am Biyer Leglis. The situation is not optimistic. The enemy's attack is quite fierce, and we have suffered heavy casualties. What's worse is that the wounded soldiers cannot transfer their fortunes in time... Is that good? Sir, that's great, this is great news for us! I hope they can arrive quickly... OK, I understand!"

Putting down the headphones and microphone, Leglis seemed to have changed into another person, his face flushed and his eyes shone brightly. He poked his head and looked towards the river for a moment, then took out a detonator-sized fireworks rod from the officer's crossbody bag. After pulling it, he inserted it into the back of the trench, completely ignoring the possibility of stray bullets being hit by stray bullets during this process.

After completing this move, Leglis said to Sergeant Laurent: "The foreign legion sent two combat companies to come by boat. I can't wait to hear the heavy metal noise of Browning M2!"

Sergeant Laurent had just finished firing another box of bullets. He asked while loading the bullets, "They have arrived?"

Leglis replied: "Lieutenant Colonel said they had red beacons on their ships, and I saw red spots on the river, maybe a few kilometers away, so let them see our direction in advance!"

The sergeant had the role and responsibilities of the sergeant. Laurent did not continue to ask more questions, but muttered, "I hope so." The battle had been going on for a quarter of an hour without realizing it. The commander of the North Vietnamese in front seemed to have lost patience with the endless consumption. The whistle that had appeared during the day sounded again, and the North Vietnamese soldiers who rushed to half of the North Vietnamese soldiers quickly retreated. This time, the bodies left in front of the rice fields and riverbank positions were more than three times more than before dusk. This scene also gave Leglis another question: If the North Vietnamese rebels always suffered such casualties in the battle with the French team, they should have exhausted their manpower rather than being as powerful as they are now, and the ground combat power of the French paratroopers was not above the infantry, could it be that the airborne tactics played a role in turning decay into magic?

Leglis' sense of superiority in paratroopers lasted for two minutes, Sergeant Etienne on the right side of the trench hurriedly came to report: The right-wing defense point seemed to have been broken by the North Vietnamese army!

Upon hearing the news, Leglis was shocked. He hurried to the far right side of the position. The night defense must use flares. Friends' defense points were indeed constantly firing flares before, but there was no artificial lighting at this time. There were not many flashes around the position, which indicated that although the battle was not over yet, the fierce confrontation had ended because one side had obtained an overwhelming position.

"What's going on?" Leglis didn't want to believe everything he saw. Could the same-sized defense point fall in front of a charge of the North Vietnamese army? At the suggestion of Sergeant Etienne, he asked his subordinates to fire a flare to the right with a mortar. When the pale light illuminated the area, he saw that the leech-like North Vietnamese soldiers had occupied the defense point, and the worst was more than that. Four French paratroopers were retreating toward him. The light of the flares pulled their figures out of the ignorant night, providing excellent targeting conditions for the North Vietnamese soldiers. The sound of hard rifles suddenly increased. In a blink of an eye, the four French paratroopers fell down one by one, some of whom had not died immediately, but struggled to climb here on the river beach until more bullets ended their pain.

"Ah..." Leglis couldn't help but roared, and he snatched the bar from the soldiers beside him, and shot to the right defense point desperately until he shot all the bullets in the magazine...

"Sir! Sir!"

Laurent's call brought Leglis back from his almost crazy state to reality. He looked up at his companion in a daze, and suddenly felt that his chest and back were wet, and his close-fitting vest seemed to have been wet with sweat.

"Sir, a boat from the Foreign Corps has already docked. The leader is Lieutenant Forel. He looks like a Frenchman. He brought about a platoon of soldiers!" Laurent reported in a low voice.

"Oh! Lieutenant Forre!" Leglis stood up a little lost, suddenly turned around, and the right wing defense point was completely hidden in the night.

When Leglis returned to the middle of the position, a tall and thin officer was waiting there. The other party's skin color and appearance could not be seen clearly in the night, but the French paratrooper helmet, which was set in 1948, was buckled on his head like a farmer wearing a hat, and the heavy atmosphere wiped out all senses related to humor. Leglis saluted: "Sir, Commander of the No. 10 Temporary Defense Point, Paratrooper Lieutenant Bierel Leglis saluted you!"

The "farmer wearing a hat" responded with a military salute expressionlessly, waved his right hand with a wave, allowing his calm soldiers to enter the position.

Not only did Leglis not feel unhappy because of the other party's "occupying the nest", but instead felt ashamed of his subordinates' lack of serious construction of fortifications. Then he said to the lieutenant: "Sir, we are 500 meters north of the No. 11 temporary formation defensive position, which is still in our control a quarter of an hour ago. The Vietnamese have just captured there, and I don't know what our people are like, maybe some are captured by the Vietnamese..."

"Second Lieutenant!" "The farmer wearing a hat" interrupted Leglis' statement expressionlessly. He turned his head and looked north: "It's not too bad to be captured by Vietnamese. They often exchange prisoners for prisoners with us, but the conditions during the period of being imprisoned were a little worse."

"However, the loss of the temporary position of No. 11 also means that our land contact with the First Airborne Battalion was interrupted." Leglis said unwillingly. In his opinion, a well-equipped infantry platoon should have the opportunity to regain the lost position.

"Wait until dawn!" the lieutenant replied in a lifeless tone.

Leglis was inconvenient to refute, but followed the lieutenant of the foreign legion. The lieutenant patrolled the position and instructed his strong soldiers to strengthen the fortifications.

At the northernmost end of the position, Leglis took the opportunity to ask: "Sir, will the Vietnamese use that breakthrough to swim across the river overnight?"

Lieutenant Fulie squeezed a cold smile from the corner of his mouth: "It's best because they move in the water far less than the peaceful ground in the forest. Our combat boats have searchlights and machine guns, which are enough to make the entire Song River dye red by the Vietnamese blood."

After hearing what the lieutenant said, countless corpses floated on the river in Leglis' mind. Although it was just a fantasy, he still felt nauseous and nauseous.

Perhaps noticed Leglis's resentment, the lieutenant said in a low voice: "I have been on the Indochina Peninsula for two years and five months, and have had many fights with the North Vietnamese armed forces. Being soft-hearted to them is equivalent to taking risks with your own lives. Remember, unless you raise your hands high, don't be lucky when facing them. Their fierce nature is simply stuck in the primitive stage of human beings!"

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