Ambushing GM100

The sun beat down the small armored column as it continued along the road and the troops began to roast in their halftracks. There would be no stopping though, Dien Bien Phu had fallen and their unit was falling back from their positions hard. Everyone knew the war was over, they just had to survive long enough to reach friendly lines but first, someone had to scout ahead of the column.

The Lieutenant climbed into the pulpit for the halftrack's .50 cal to get a better look at the area ahead and saw the outskirts of the first village they were supposed to search.

Two rockets exploded the ground near the bren carrier at the head of the column. The Lieutenant watched has his M5 pulled off the road to charge the rocket teams head on. Machine guns blazing the tank took them by surprise and cleared the way for the column, but this was bad, if they were using artillery this heavy there had to be more nearby.

Just as he had that thought that distinct sound which could only be mortars could be heard over the dying echoes of the tank.

Forward! Get this column to the village, we have to get into the cover of the buildings!

And suddenly the surrounding area exploded with VM troops waiting in ambush. The Lieutenant watched as his Legionnaires in the lead halftrack leaped out to fight a desperate melee to keep them from destroying their vehicle. When the dust settled only two men remained backed against the halftrack with white knuckled hands clenched on their SMGs.

The Lieutenant swore, already more VM were charging out to try and push home the advantage but his vehicle driver was on the ball and pulled the vehicle around to provide cover and dismount more Legionnaires to join the fray.

It wasn't long before the Legionnaires began to drop like flies under the VM onslaught, they were everywhere swarming from every direction on top of every vehicle.  

The Lieutenant looked at his radio man. Get on the horn to the Captain, tell him we have VM units in company strength or greater and need reinforcements. His radio man jumped to the task but the Lieutenant feared they would all be dead before help ever arrived. He began to have a little more hope as he heard his flamethrower team finally get into action.

It was too little, too late the VM sprinted past the squad  as a supporting VM squad gunned them down from behind and ran up to the Lieutenants track. This was it, his platoon was decimated and the tank had been immobilized and the Lieutenant knew he was going to die, but if he was going to go down he was going down swingin. He looked at his radio man, who had fixed his bayonet to his rifle and together they lept out to face the horde head on.

The VM looked upon the smoking wrecks and pressed on, eager to close on the Western Imperialists and finally drive them from their homeland. When they found the last of the French forces, they would not be kind.