blood of vietnam war

Chapter 14

After calming down for a while, I poked my head out of the bunker again.

To be honest, it took me a long time to overcome the fear in my heart before I did this... The thrilling scene just now made me want to hide in the bunker until the end of this war.

But I know this is impossible. The Vietnamese army will always retreat, and when they retreat, they will naturally focus on me...

But seeing this, I couldn't help crying in my heart. There are at least thirty more devils in front of me. It's not easy for me to kill them all by myself. What's more...it will inevitably arouse their suspicion if this continues. Then it will be my end.

Wait, Yue Guizi is going to retreat, isn't he?

That's right, the purpose of the Yue Guizi team is to cause riots in our army, or it can also be said to make our army restless. Now that they have achieved their goal, they should retreat soon and then change the time Just come out and make trouble.Then why am I risking my life to confront them head-on?

Thinking of this, I immediately put away the rifle, took out the first aid kit from my waist, and mustered up the courage to pretend to check the injury of the injured Yue Guizi and ran up...

In other words, this should be normal on the battlefield. In order to pretend to be more authentic, I deliberately shouted at the wounded soldiers in front of me in Vietnamese: "Comrade, comrade...wake up..."

At first, I thought the wounded soldier was dead, but I didn't expect to open his eyes and groan a few times after being called out like that.

I couldn't help but "fuck" in my heart, and looked at the surrounding devils, one of them pulled out the military thorns from the wounded soldier without paying attention, and gave him a chill... Maybe I was too nervous and scared at the time, so I didn't care at all I just killed an unarmed and defenseless person, even though he was an enemy.What's even more ridiculous is that other people and even the wounded soldier thought I was here to save him, but they didn't think it was me who killed him.

When the wounded soldier was completely still, I groped around his waist in the dark, and as I expected, I found a few cantaloupe grenades on Yue Guizi... Yue Guizi had fought against the Yankees before, hadn't he?When the Yankees retreated, they left behind a large amount of American equipment, so it is not surprising that this melon-style grenade would appear on them.

In a daze, I took out a melon grenade, gritted my teeth, pulled out the safety pin, and carefully pressed it under the corpse... I learned this trick from TV, and there are too many of them in modern American movies. The plot of the American soldiers making booby traps like this, I am just following the gourd.

But when I was doing this, I felt so empty... What if the insurance pin was pulled out and exploded?What if the grenade is not stabilized?What if someone finds out?

But there are not so many contingencies on the battlefield. Isn't there a saying called "wealth and wealth are found in danger"?If you want to kill as many enemies as possible, you have to take more risks, although this may not be considered an adventure at all for other fighters.

After finishing this one, I arranged a few booby traps around. The method is simpler, just press a wooden board or bricks on top of the grenade.I was even lucky enough to find a pack of dynamite on the ground...

So in just a moment, the area centered on the wounded soldiers was arranged into a minefield by grenades and explosives.

Originally, I wanted to admire my masterpiece in it, but then I thought about it... Several of these grenades were pressed under bricks and wooden boards. In case any shell or grenade exploded nearby... a shock or A shock wave can detonate it, and I am still in it, so it would be strange if I was not blown to pieces.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sweat all over his body, and hurriedly moved his tail between his legs and moved to the rear.Of course, in order not to attract the attention of the Yue devils, I pretended to help a wounded soldier of the Vietnamese army during the transfer... Behind him was the eyes of the Vietnamese army approving, and they were probably just rejoicing at this time: " I didn’t expect that just picking up a militia would have such a good battlefield performance, it’s worthy of being the militia of our 'third military power'!"

It's just that they probably didn't expect that it was me, the so-called "military militia of the third military power", that started their nightmare.

I ran back dozens of meters... I didn't dare to run too far, because it was too far to find the target in this dark night; I didn't dare to get too close, I didn't let myself arrange it Did the dynamite explode right on the ground?In other words, the explosive bag I arranged just now seems to weigh eight catties, eight catties of explosives plus a few grenades... I'm not stupid enough to want to get close to them!

After easily getting rid of the wounded soldiers who were in the way, I put a new magazine on the 56 and a half in my hand and watched the Vietnamese army busy in a group not far ahead.

At this time, I didn't shoot, because I didn't want to make the Vietnamese army suspicious at this last moment. This is obviously something I would not do if I lost the watermelon and picked up the sesame seeds.

The Vietnamese army is still yelling in Chinese and shooting everywhere, and our army camp is still chaotic and unorganized. If there is any change, it is that the gunfire and explosions are more intensive in the direction of our army. After a while, the fight became more lively.

This scene is indeed a bit embarrassing, but the battlefield is the battlefield, and reality is reality. Sometimes it doesn't mean that we can do whatever we want.The Vietnamese army has been fighting for decades, and the combat experience and quality are obvious... This is not because our army can catch up in a short period of time or just say a few times that they are not afraid of sacrifice and hardship.

"Devils! Devils! Devils..." At this time, several discordant shouts came from the battlefield. Although the shouts were said to be in Chinese, our army generally referred to the Vietnamese army as "Yue Guizi".

When I was wondering why the Vietnamese army made such an obvious mistake, I saw that they had quickly gathered their troops and retreated, so I understood that this was not a mistake they made carelessly, but a signal for their retreat.

"It's finally here!" As soon as I tightened the rifle in my hand, I held my breath and aimed through the crosshairs at the Vietnamese troops retreating in my direction in an orderly manner.

To be honest, this makes me a little nervous, there are more than thirty soldiers, and they are Vietnamese troops who have more than twice as much combat experience as me... If it is on a normal battlefield, I am afraid that I will even deal with any of them are difficult.But now I have to face more than thirty...

So all my hopes were pinned on those booby traps.

But what makes me frown is... isn't Yue Guizi not easy to leave the corpses of his comrades behind?Why did they seem to have no intention of taking the corpse this time?

Thinking about it, I understand, these Yue devils are all wearing the uniforms of the People's Liberation Army, who can accurately distinguish which ones are their own corpses in this dark night?What's more, they still take on the task of harassing the enemy. If the enemy finds out accidentally, the whole army will be wiped out, so they should have a rule not to bring the corpses of their comrades.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help crying secretly, if that's the case...then my efforts just now were wasted?If I don't talk about wasting effort, I'm afraid my little life will also be caught.

wrong!If they don't touch it, can't I touch it?I have a gun in my hand, don't I?

Thinking of this, I didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately raised my gun, aimed at the corpse that I had arranged a booby trap, and pulled the trigger fiercely...

With a sound of "Boom...", an explosion soon came from the corpse.

However, there were no people around, and the explosion did not kill any targets.It's just that...my purpose is not here. Under the explosion, several nearby Vietnamese soldiers dodged or got down on a conditioned reflex, which triggered other booby traps and caused a chain explosion.

Ever since, there were several explosions one after another, which only caused the Vietnamese soldiers to stagger and scream.

The most powerful thing was the explosive package. After the loud bang and the dazzling flames, there were almost no people standing there.

The thick smoke gradually dissipated, and with the sporadic light of burning wood around, I saw several Vietnamese soldiers staggering up from the ground, as if they were still struggling to retreat...

I remember the old man once said that people will lose the ability to think for a while after being shocked by a huge explosion or shock wave.It can be said that it is not easy for these surviving Vietnamese soldiers to get up from the ground in such a short period of time and choose to escape.

But it's a pity that they have to go through the last hurdle, which is the rifle in my hand!

"Bang bang bang..."

A round of bullets was shot from the rifle in my hand. Under the firelight, these Vietnamese soldiers were undoubtedly live targets, and they were still quite late live targets, so soon after the screams, they could no longer stand. The people who got up.

I whistled leisurely, loaded a new magazine for the rifle and opened the bayonet, then walked up carefully... Be careful to make the Wannian Ship, this is a battlefield, I don’t want to be careless Just throw away your own life.

Facts also proved that my choice was correct, just as I was using a bayonet to check whether the Vietnamese soldiers were still alive one by one in the gunpowder smoke...how to check?Isn't that simple?Use a bayonet to stab them in turn, those who can scream will be alive, and those who can't scream will be dead!

However, the facts are not necessarily the same. People who are stabbed alive may not necessarily scream, isn't it?Just when I was very relieved about what was behind me, a figure suddenly jumped up from behind and strangled my neck.

I couldn't help screaming in my heart. This guy was lucky enough to avoid the explosion first, then insisted on not getting up to avoid my bullets, and finally endured the pain under my bayonet and kept silent until I was about to He only jumped up when his back was exposed in front of him...