Chapter 14: Whimsical
Iron Winged Eagle Raising Chapter 14 Whimsical
The withered tulips of the second season 14 chapters are whimsical
The avenue, 10 kilometers away from the county seat of Anbai, was deserted. The road is almost completely fenced off by green rainforest on both sides, and no one can see more than 100 meters away.
The dense jungle is not a good place for war. And for animals, it is their most comfortable paradise.
The dry season in the rainforest has pleasant temperatures. If you are in South Vietnam, the weather is too hot.
In the early morning, the rainforest is moistened by dew, and there is more humidity than during the day. Animals that are active in the evening will then go to their burrows for a proper night's sleep.
However, nocturnal is not for king cobras. It feeds on other snakes and is short-tempered and will actively attack humans, and it is in the tropical rainforest, where it is most comfortable. He had just eaten a silver krait, and he looked smug, and the black and white tail of the silver krait was still in his mouth.
That tail, occasionally curling and shaking.
The king cobra doesn't care about these things, it's the king of snakes, and it's the beast that most other creatures can't avoid. However, it wasn't long before it ran into danger.
It had erected its shovel-shaped neck vigilantly, its slender forked tongue searching the area in front of it. The taste of "garlic realgar" is already very thin. But for snakes, when faced with this smell, they still want to retreat. It is about the memory that the ancestors have passed on to it, and this taste must be a kind of evil faith to it.
Therefore, it is said to be the fiercest in the world, and it immediately bowed down. I plan to disguise myself as a good baby and quickly leave this ominous place.
However, it was too late.
About 10 years in front of me, the ground like a green blanket suddenly changed slightly, and then a pipe slowly stretched out.
"Poof"
A soft sound was followed by a flash of light representing extreme danger.
The 4-meter-long king cobra suddenly rolled underground, its body tumbling like a knot. A few minutes later, the king of the snakes that had just eaten a krait turned into a dead snake.
"Squad leader, your blow arrow is so accurate, such a big guy, he fell without any reaction!"
"Hehe, attack, attack is anything, this guy is enough for us to have a good tooth sacrifice in one class!"
Under the green camouflage net, someone whispered and laughed in a very low voice that would not even scare away the birds around them. Then, the raised ground moved with the green plants on it.
When it moved to the snake, it paused for a moment and then moved back again, by which point the king cobra had completely disappeared. Obviously, after a while, it became someone else's plate of delicacies.
The underground king cobra had become a standard dead snake by this time, and if you look closely at its body, you will find that its small head is completely pinned together by a 3 mm spiral steel spike.
Until it died, it didn't understand that it was such a thing that could completely penetrate its own head. Not only that, but it can even be extremely accurate, messing up its little brain. Especially the speed of the blow arrow, it was so perverted that even it couldn't dodge.
Actually, how does it know? While training in a guerrilla training camp in Yunnan. The soldiers of the 1st Brigade of the Vietnam National Liberation Front were trained to hardly need any food supplies in the jungle except for weapons, ammunition and a few pieces of compressed dry food.
The rainforest will provide enough food for these creatures who specialize in the jungle. And among these foods, the most popular are the nutritious and delicious snakes.
As for blowing arrows, as a kind of close-range silent weapon that can hunt and injure the enemy, these guerrillas are playing with each other.
The life of a jungle guerrilla is as if it were a secondary and auxiliary thing, except for the search for prey. As long as they stay near the main transportation routes, then all the enemies will come to their door.
At this time, there was still no one on the main road. The jungle on both sides seemed to be as quiet as death, without the slightest sign of life. Even some birds appear on those plants in search of edible bugs.
Compared with the latent training in the guerrilla training camp in Yunnan, the training in the tropical forests of Vietnam can be said to be a paradise. There are no wasps that sting people at every turn, and there are no ants that will burrow into clothes at any time and bite people to itch and hurt.
As for poisonous snakes or other small animals, they are nothing more than good food for the guerrillas, who often feel hungry. In particular, the 4-meter-long and quite fat king cobra that I just encountered was really a great meal from God.
If you look closely at these jungles, you will see that underneath the plants are some fine camouflage nylon nets. Below, there are the soldiers of the "guerrilla brigade" of the Vietnam National Liberation Front.
The weapons used by the soldiers, except for the "wolf general-purpose machine gun", are just submachine guns, M1 short assault rifles, and their miscellaneous items with special effects, including crossbow arrows, blow arrows, throwing knives, etc.
However, as soldiers of a guerrilla brigade, they preferred to use such a weapon.
The front end of the M1 short assault rifle and submachine gun has a gun-fired rocket that looks like a small rocket. The direct range of such rockets is not far, and the range of a rocket-projectile grenade with a diameter of 40 mm and a length of 300 mm is about 300 meters.
As partisans, they prefer to use this weapon within 50 meters of the road. This rocket is a very effective weapon, both against ordinary vehicles and against armored vehicles.
At this time, the early morning dew has not completely dispersed. The dewdrops were as clear as the finest pearls, silently motionless on the blades of grass.
"Boom ......"
The sound of engines on the road, and the piercing sound of the piercing and itching tracks, reached the ears of the guerrillas lurking in the jungle from the road.
"Pay attention to the spotting of enemy armored vehicles...... The order of vehicles is as follows...... Beware of concealment! ”
The snipers on the high ground, their camouflage made of noodles, make them look like a trunk on top of a big tree, even if you look closely, it is impossible to find it.
In this case, they could not inform their comrades of the situation with their voices, so they had to gesture to them who were lying underground. The partisans, who were lying in ambush on the ground, moved slightly, ready to shoot with weapons in their hands.
Gradually, as the armored convoy approached, the vibration generated by the tracks under the heavy hull running over the ground was clearly transmitted to the nearby jungle.
The dew on the blades of grass shook for a moment, and they began to slide toward the tips of the blades of grass.
At this time, a squad of guerrilla brigade soldiers who were ambushed here, whether it was a sniper group in the trees or a combat group on the ground, all completely stopped all movements.
At the start, it was the British-made Mark 5 tank. This is really a whimsical tank, since the production of the tank industry of the Chinese Federation, including the production of armored fighting vehicles, has long crowded out most of the market for British tank production.
As for the French, they were already trying to produce their own tanks according to the model of the Gray Wolf tank.
Although a large number of skilled craftsmen, designers, and engineers were dug into the Chinese Federation by high salaries due to the employment pressure after the end of the war, the old industrial country still has considerable strength to research and develop the equipment needed by its own army.
In this case, the French had to sigh that their tank forces, at this time, did not get many new types of tanks. After all, the war had just ended, and no parliamentarian was concerned about increasing the armament of the army again.
Therefore, the French armored infantry participating in the operation in Vietnam, in addition to the armored vehicles that were once produced by Nancy, France, still mainly used the Mark 5, a whimsical tank.
This tank, weighing 29-35 tons, with a new engine, can reach speeds of only 15 kilometers per hour. The total length of this tank is 8.08 meters, but the thickness of the armor is only 12~20 mm. Its armament consisted of two 57-mm short-barreled guns and a machine gun.
The most whimsical thing about these tanks is that in addition to carrying 8 members, these tanks can also carry a squad of infantry.
This is not to mock the British, who at the time of the First World War had an absolutely first-class vision for the manufacture of weapons of war in the world. Otherwise, they could not have developed a weapon that completely changed the style of warfare - tanks.
As you explore, you'll inevitably go astray, and this infantry-carrying tank is clearly a failed design, just like a multi-turret tank. However, the French did not have a choice, and in 1916 they had already chosen British tanks. Since parliamentarians don't like new tanks, the transformation of old tanks has naturally become the most helpless choice for the army.
The leading Mark 5 tank moved forward with a roaring sound. The infantrymen in the tank, one by one, put their rifles or submachine guns out of the improvised firing ports on the decks.
This is a helpless solution, and the guerrilla brigades of the "Vietnam National Liberation Front" are like a swarm of flies. They are scattered in one area, and their movements are scattered and cannot be mastered.
However, it was these guerrillas, who seemed to be out of order, and caused great damage to the French regular troops.
As the main attack, the French armored infantry division faced an attack from the jungle on both sides at any time every time it took a step. However, in order to seize the main force of the armed forces of the "Vietnam National Liberation Front", which may appear in the town of Yen Bai, they had to risk moving forward quickly.
In this case, they fall into a jungle of traps. Chapter 14: Whimsical