The torches illuminated the resolute look on their faces. Though the homemade guns they carried were rudimentary, the homemade bombs hanging from their waists gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster in the firelight.

Standing at the forefront of the column, Nguyen Van Hung brandished a rifle seized from the corpses of American soldiers, shouting, "Charge! Avenge our fallen comrades! Annihilate the American army and restore our peace!"

The barbed wire surrounding the base was twisted and deformed in the aftershocks of the explosion, like tattered rags. The able-bodied men rushed forward without hesitation, using their machetes and axes to cut the wire with all their might. Some of them had their palms cut by the sharp wire, and blood dripped to the ground, but they were completely unaware.

"Boom!" A homemade bomb exploded in the base's perimeter wall, sending debris flying and smoke billowing as civilians rushed through the breach.

The American troops were caught off guard by this sudden attack. Before several patrolling soldiers could react, they were shot at close range by young men who rushed up with homemade guns, and fell to the ground screaming in pain.

However, the US troops, having regained their senses, quickly organized a counterattack. Machine guns spewed fire from the bunkers inside the base that were not affected by the blast wave, and bullets rained down upon them.

The young men who charged ahead fell one after another, their blood staining the ground beneath their feet, but those behind them did not flinch and continued to advance, stepping over the corpses of their comrades.

A young man named Ashan, carrying a large bundle of explosives, nimbly weaved through a hail of bullets. He dodged several bullets and finally approached a bunker.

He gritted his teeth, stuffed the explosive charge into the bunker's firing port, lit the fuse, and quickly rolled away.

"Boom!" A deafening roar shook the heavens, shattering the bunker and sending the American soldiers inside flying in blood and gore. Ah Shan crawled out of the smoke and dust, his face covered in blood, but a confident smile appeared on his face, and he charged toward the next target.

The women who followed were not idle either. Some of them carried baskets full of homemade bombs, climbed up nearby high ground, and rained bombs down on the American troops.

Some stayed behind to care for the wounded, using simple herbal remedies to stop the bleeding and bandage the injured young men.

The US military attempted to establish an effective defensive line, but the base was already in chaos, and the relentless attacks by the Vietnamese civilians further disrupted their formation.

A U.S. military officer dressed as a U.S. soldier brandished a pistol and shouted orders for his soldiers to fight back, but was shot by a stray bullet from an unknown source and fell to the ground dead.

Such scenes were playing out in various parts of Base 5. The officers could not stand by and watch the base be captured by these disorderly civilians from the border region. Even though they were wearing soldiers' uniforms, they still had to stand up and command.

This gave Tang Yue and her group an opportunity; they blended into the chaotic American ranks and hunted down the enemy randomly. As a result, some officers who managed to hide perished.

Those who were about to drive away fell silent.

The American soldiers, now without command, panicked even more. Some began to abandon their weapons and flee, while others fired blindly, bullets flying everywhere.