Chapter 371: Run Through the Jungle
Deep within the Jungles of Indochina, a French soldier ran with a machine gun in his hands as gunfire and mortars erupted around him. The weapon he used was neither a French heavy machine gun like the Peuteux, or the Hotchkiss, nor recent developments in French "light machine guns" like the cheautchat.
His unit of legionnaires had run out of ammunition for their own weapons a very long time ago, and resupply was almost non-existent, as the state of France and its current colonial empire tore at the seams.
No, he carried one of the Japanese machine guns with multiple belts of ammunition wrapped around his chest. Ammunition scavenged from his kills in the field, currently however the position he and his unit were ordered to hold was being overwhelmed by the combined might of the Royal Thai Army and the Imperial Japanese Army who had run through the gap in between the trenches without any regard for their own well being.
With France’s ability to send shipments abroad being entirely nullified by the central powers blockade, there was simply no hope for those men sent to protect French Colonial Assets overseas.
Ammunition was scarce enough already, and when the enemy resorted to human wave tactics from the start, it was only a matter of time before the Legionnaires ran out of supplies altogether.
The position was needless to say overrun rather quickly, and the French soldiers defending it were massacred. Only a few men like the Legionnaire running through the jungles of Indochina were spared the slaughter that ensued, but if they could not outrun their pursuers, then their temporary escape was utterly devoid of meaning..
Being hunted like a feral hog, the enemy soldiers made use of traps and tracking tactics to chase the French legionary from ambush point to ambush point, each contact with the enemy adding the number of wounds on his flesh
Despite this, the soldier continued with his efforts, fleeing into the woods and hoping to reach the last major evacuation point to flee the region with the rest of the French soldiers who were sick and tired of their deployment, and the suicidal orders they were expected to fulfill.
But the journey was far, and evidently the enemy was already aware of their intentions, planning to cut off the escape route of those who dared to flee the battlefield. Screams of agony accompanied the sounds of gunfire and detonated explosives. Where the native languages of the French Legionnaires cried out in terror, no doubt pleading for mercy as they were permanently silenced by their hunters.
Until finally it all ceased.... Alone, lost in the jungle, surrounded on all sides, the lone survivor suddenly realized that he had no idea where he was, or what direction went where. No... He was well and truly isolated.