blood of vietnam war

Scar was right, people always die in wars!But I don't want to die this way, I don't think it's just me, no one would want to die like this!Let's not say that death is more important than Mount Tai and lighter than a feather. I think that if a soldier dies, he must die vigorously on the battlefield. Isn't that a saying?It seems to be called a man's body shrouded in horse leather or something... Anyway, it's not like the squad leader... I gave her food just now to keep her from running around, but there was a "bang" in the blink of an eye!

You want to say that this squad leader is a martyr... He was beaten to death by the people!If he is not a martyr, how can he be worthy of the sacrificed squad leader and his family!

People say that you don't hit smiling people with your hands, so I can't figure out why that Vietnamese woman can do this!What a vicious woman!She clearly understands what we say, clearly knows that we have no ill intentions towards her, and clearly knows that we will leave her house soon... But why does she still want to kill the squad leader?Why would you want to kill me?Could this be war?

Later I realized that my thoughts at this time were really naive. In fact, the Vietnamese had long been ready to fight us. Most of the local people had been evacuated long ago. They are all soldiers disguised as ordinary people.Of course, there are also some old men who are too old to walk.

It is precisely because of these so-called "common people" that we have suffered casualties that could have been avoided.

We are like having our hands tied, fighting with a pack of ferocious wolves!

When we abide by the "three major disciplines and eight points of attention" to get close to and love the Vietnamese people, the people who are hostile to us and the Vietnamese soldiers lurking in them will look for various opportunities to kill us.They are honest people during the day, and they are the army when they pick up guns at night.For example, the logistics supply line of our army was attacked by Vietnamese "grandmothers", and the stretcher team transporting the wounded became their targets. Soldiers who got lost and left behind were tortured and killed in extremely cruel ways.

I have seen the corpse of a soldier of the People's Liberation Army. His limbs were cut off and all the organs of his head were flattened. He was exposed to the wilderness like that and finally bled to death...

These are all things to say later, I am very clear that my behavior has violated discipline, even if the Vietnamese woman is not an ordinary person but a Vietnamese army agent, I have also violated the rule of "not to torture prisoners of war and kill prisoners of war".But I don't regret doing it, and if I had to do it again, I would still pull the trigger.

What is strange to me is that just a day ago, I was a person who would be afraid of seeing a dead body and seeing blood, but now I dare to shoot the enemy face to face...

The squad leader's body was gradually lying on the side of the road. It was really hard for me to imagine that the person who was talking to me and smiling at me just now was lying there without any anger, waiting for the recovery team behind the line to collect the body.However, I soon learned that the squad leader was by no means the only casualty we had to face.

Gunshots and screams came from the depths of the old street, and there were occasional explosions. The old street, which seemed peaceful and harmonious, suddenly became dangerous.

This situation continued until the night fell. With their own lives and blood, the soldiers finally completed a task that seemed simple to their superiors, that is, to gather the Vietnamese people in the hall of Lao Cai Municipal Axe for unified management.

Among them, some fighters were suddenly pierced through the chest by a sharp knife because they were carrying an old lady on their backs; On the ground; there are also some soldiers who just saw some wounded go to rescue, who knows that they are still holding a grenade with the insurance in their hands...

It should be said that this is not only a matter of casualties, but also affects the morale of the troops to a large extent.So much so that when the soldiers sat in the camp and faced the sacrificed soldiers by the roadside, all of them were full of anger.

In fact, I can understand their feelings, because I am also full of anger.Can you feel better about fighting the enemy with your hands and feet tied?Comrades in arms died one by one at the hands of those "common people", but we still have to love their plants and trees, can we feel at ease?And we have to protect their lives and properties?Even if you make a mistake, you will be punished?

"Company Commander, I... I can't figure it out!" The latest to make an opinion was the bayonet. He stood up abruptly and said, "Those ordinary people... can they be considered ordinary people? They have guns, knives, and grenades in their hands. We still have three disciplines and eight points of attention? If the platoon leader hadn’t been careful today, my life would have been lost in the hands of an old man!”

I found out later that when the old man was carrying the bayonet to the synagogue, Scar followed quietly behind him all the way, waiting for the old man to show his dagger and quickly stepped forward with the butt of the gun to beat him down.

From this point of view, Scar seems to be very experienced in this area.

"If you can't figure it out, think about it!" The company commander replied gruffly: "This is an order from the superior!"

"Comrades!" The instructor took the topic at the right time and said: "Comrades, don't be discouraged by the sacrifices and casualties in front of you. You must know that we are a team of the people, and all our victories were won with the support of the people." Although the Vietnamese people still misunderstand us, I believe that as long as we do well, do it right, and persevere... One day, the Vietnamese people will understand us and support us! This is also the request of our superiors! We must unswervingly carry out the tasks entrusted to us by our superiors with a new mental outlook, and report to the party and the people with excellent results!"

The instructor is specialized in ideological and political work in the army, and what he said was really extraordinary, but we didn't like it no matter how we heard it... I felt even more absurd when I heard it. These Vietnamese people can be regarded as their own people, their own masses ?Does the superior still hope that the Vietnamese people can welcome us to occupy Vietnam with drums and gongs?This is not nonsense!

However, I didn't say anything, and the soldiers didn't raise any opinions, because everyone knew that it was useless to mention it, this was an order from the superior!

Soldiers must obey the orders of their superiors unconditionally, even if they pay blood and lives!

However, I did not regard myself as a soldier. It should be said that I was not... the suffering of this day has already tortured me to the point where I am not a human being or a ghost, let alone now I have found a reason to desert!The superior commanded so blindly, let us sacrifice in vain on this front line, I will not do it!

So I was thinking... This old street can be said to be full of dilapidated houses and tiles, and it is not far from the Chinese border. If I pretended to be a Vietnamese citizen and escaped, would it be... Our army has three major disciplines. Note is not it?If you get caught, you will be sent to the synagogue to stay with the Vietnamese people at most, and you won't be "punished" as a deserter.

Thinking of this, I was about to get up and pretend to be the upper side, but then I thought it was wrong... I had two guns on my back! 56 and a half is okay, just use a bag of clothes to solve the problem.However, the sniper rifle was big and long, which easily attracted the attention of others.

never mind!Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth, put down the sniper rifle and said to Xiao Shitou who was sitting beside me, "I'll go and save this gun for me!"

"Okay!" Xiao Shitou replied very readily, he had been jealous of the sniper rifle on my body for a long time, and now he is in his arms.

To tell you the truth, it was a pity for me to throw away this sniper rifle, but when I thought about it, there were only two bullets anyway, so it was just like a fire stick, so I felt at ease.

Speaking of acting, I even asked for some toilet paper from the scholars before I left, and then I ran to a private house with a flashlight and half-covered my stomach... As soon as I entered the private house and saw that no one was paying attention, it immediately became a mess from there He turned over a torn dress on the bed and put it on, packed his rifle, and ran straight for the back door.

Because I knew exactly where the sentry post was, I easily fled to the entrance of the village after a few minutes.Seeing the moonlight and night outside the village, I couldn't help but feel relieved, I finally got out of this hell-like environment... This kind of life where you have to worry about sacrificing yourself all the time is really fucking inhuman. But it was only after I really tasted this taste that I realized the importance of life.

This is true, as long as I can survive, even if I return to China to work as a cow and a horse, I will not have a single complaint.Of course, I wouldn't mind if I could live a good life.I even drew up a plan to go to the place where the coffin was buried first... It would be best if I could return to the warm and comfortable home of the modern age.Even begging is better than going to the battlefield, isn't it?

However, I soon realized that my thinking was too simple, because suddenly there were dozens of figures with cats on their waists and guns around me, and by the moonlight... all of them were the People's Liberation Army.

I couldn't help saying in my heart that it was over, but I couldn't escape the palm of the Tathagata Buddha.Now I just hope that I won’t be regarded as a deserter by them. I have made up my mind. When they ask, I will insist that I am just coming out for convenience. As for the civilian clothes on my body... I say it is for keeping warm of.

Just when I wanted to say hello to them, I suddenly realized that something was wrong... If these guys are the People's Liberation Army, why are they still walking forward?And one of them seemed to be secretly waving at me.Looking at the weapons they held in their hands, it was an ak47, so I understood that this was a group of Vietnamese troops disguised as the People's Liberation Army.

It's okay if you don't understand, but when you understand it, you're so startled that you break out in a cold sweat, and you stand there in a daze, not knowing what to do...