Under the moonlit night, an off-road jeep and three trucks sped down the highway at wide intervals, heading southeast.
"Company Commander, can we still catch them?"
The scenery flew past. The communications officer sat in the front passenger seat, swaying as he gripped the handle, and uncertainly asked Wang Yan, who was driving.
"You've been to our regimental headquarters before. With so many people, documents, and supplies there, they can't evacuate quickly in a short time. The Vietnamese monkeys aren't that elite. Besides, they must know we didn't send many troops across the river, so they'd withdraw more leisurely, without much urgency. It's only been half an hour since the shooting started. There's only one road—they can't have gotten far."
Wang Yan was certain. As he said, they had not wasted much time. Not long after the battle began, they had captured that company commander whose cousin was a battalion commander. They then reported to the rear, rapidly assembled their forces, found several vehicles, and set out in pursuit. Though they had cleared a few minor obstacles along the way, the fighting had been swift and had not delayed them much. That was why he had first asked the battalion commander whether he wanted them dead or alive.
A regiment had one or two thousand men. The guards, logistics personnel, administrative staff, and the rest at regimental headquarters would add up to two or three hundred people. Wang Yan did not believe the Vietnamese army's wartime mobility could be especially fast, particularly when they knew the Chinese forces that had crossed the river were limited.
Even if the Vietnamese army knew the Chinese had a spearhead force capable of rapid breakthroughs, they would not be overly worried. After all, Wang Yan had led the push through the battles along the