blood of vietnam war

Chapter 27

There were four Vietnamese soldiers who rushed into the house. One of them was seriously injured and could only grunt. , I only know that there is still a little fighting power for the time being.Another one didn't know whether it was luck or high quality, but he was not injured at all...but this just made him go to death faster.

The one who killed him was either someone else, or me with a ulterior motive!

I slowly approached him while several other Vietnamese soldiers were not paying attention, and then covered his mouth with one hand and sent the military thorn into his lung slantly with the other... This method of killing is I learned from the old man that the bayonet is placed flat and tilted upwards to prevent the military stab from getting stuck in the ribs, and piercing the lung lobes can make the target's lungs congested and unable to breathe and make no sound at the same time.So sometimes I feel that the old man regards killing as a science.

It wasn't difficult to do this, after all, we were surrounded in a wooden house, surrounded by gunshots and explosions, and many bullets pierced the planks and whizzed above our heads, even for those who were wounded. It's no big deal for the Yue Guizi to know that his companion is dead, he was killed by a stray bullet!

The difficulty is that I have never killed an enemy at such a close distance. Before, even if it was a melee fight, there was still a step away. However, now in order not to let him make too much movement and noise, I have to kill him from behind. Hold him tightly... Although I have killed quite a few people, he still felt the pain and trembling when he was stabbed, and the last few unwilling twitches before he died. Makes me shudder.

How cruel and cold-blooded it must be to ignore a person who lost his anger in his arms like this. I only knew that a chill ran from the bottom of my feet to my forehead, and the hand covering my mouth felt the blood spurted out by him. My stomach churns, and I feel a sense of terror that I can run as far as I can... But I know that I can't run or move, because there are a few injured jumpers not far away...

Why kill the uninjured and only leave the injured?Those who are injured only care about their own injuries, and don't think about whether the people around them are true or not. People who are not injured are very clear-headed, aren't they?If they found any flaws, it would undoubtedly be a chicken-and-egg situation... So who else could be killed if he wasn't killed?

Just when I was about to enter the tunnel with the soldiers, there was a shout in Vietnamese: "Password..."

Although I can speak Vietnamese, I don't know the password...so I can't answer that.I couldn't help but think to myself that these vicious devils are really cautious. In such an urgent situation, I would rather let my comrades wait outside at the risk of their lives than let anyone in. Fortunately, I was already prepared, so I went to Scar With a wink, Dao Scar is also a smart person, and he quickly carried the wounded man to the entrance of the tunnel...

It's true that we are fake Yue devils, but these wounded are not, so they will definitely know the password to enter the tunnel.

Sure enough, the wounded shouted loudly in Chinese: "The People's Liberation Army!"

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: the password used by Yue Guizi turned out to be "Liberation Army" in Chinese.

But this seems to be normal, if in the dead of night, if the voice of Yue Guizi shouting passwords is heard by our PLA soldiers, they will think who is chatting inside!

From this point of view, Yue Guizi's mind is really meticulous.

Perhaps, this is not something that anyone can think of, but a set of secrecy mechanisms that they have naturally formed after so many years of long-term fighting.

Soon it was our turn. I grabbed the blood-stained dirt on the ground and wiped it on my face. I gritted my teeth and burrowed into the tunnel.

After an unpleasant smell, the space instantly became very narrow, and there was no light in front of me. In the darkness, I could only hear someone urging me not to stop, so I had to move forward in a daze.

To be honest, I don't like this feeling very much, not because the tunnel is too low and too low so that I can only walk forward with my waist down, but because I can't understand the current situation at all.I don't know where I am, I don't know if my soldiers are behind me, I don't even know whether the people in front of me or behind me are friends or foes... At this time, I feel that I have lost contact with my comrades-in-arms, and I am already alone. Man is fighting alone!

I have to admit that I didn't think of this before, and it reminded me of a sentence the old man said: There are always more difficulties in actual combat than imagined.

After walking with the people in front for an unknown amount of time, I finally found a ray of light in front of me. I was expecting to see the light, but I suddenly became afraid again, because I was worried that they would see something wrong...

The front is getting brighter and brighter, and finally we have arrived at the destination, a habitat dozens of square meters.

Later I learned that Yue Guizi's tunnel is actually connected by countless passages and such habitats.Habitats are used to store materials or provide rest for people. There are large and small ones according to needs. Each habitat has several passages that communicate with habitats in other directions. The entire underground tunnel is like a maze...

In fact, I can already see these from several tunnel entrances on the habitat, so I can't help but secretly complain: We don't know where these tunnel entrances lead, so...we have to go in these spiderweb-like tunnels. Finding the Yue Guizi's ammunition depot...it is undoubtedly like finding a needle in a haystack.

After sitting down in the perch, I glanced around. Fortunately, all the soldiers were there, and one fell, which made my mind a little more stable.

The soldiers looked at Scar and me intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were waiting for our order.But what can be done about this?Shall I capture a Viet Cong for interrogation or let them lead the way?Doing so doesn't seem to do anything other than expose our identities.

I turned my gaze to Scar, but from the helpless expression on his face, I could tell that he was also helpless.

Only then did I realize how reckless my plan was, and it could even be said... We didn't even know anything about Yue Guizi's underground tunnel, so we rushed down rashly. As a result, we couldn't advance or retreat now.

The habitat is crowded, and an upside-down flashlight is the only source of light here.There are all kinds of people under the flashlight, including soldiers and ordinary people, men and women.The air was very thin, and perhaps it was for this reason that people in the tunnel did not speak much, except for the occasional groan or cough from a few wounded.But this is exactly what I want, just now I was still worried that I would show my flaws because I don't know Vietnamese!

What's the next step?This question broke into my mind again. It is obvious that this place is not a place to stay for a long time. The longer you stay here, the greater the possibility of being discovered by the Vietnamese army.

There are several other troops, right?Don't they know if they got in?Should we get in touch with them first?But I quickly remembered that the Vikings needed a password to enter the tunnel, which means...they probably didn't get into the tunnel at all.

Obviously it's up to us now, but I don't have a clue about the situation in front of me, coupled with the fear in my heart and the breathless air, it makes me want to fuck a gun several times That's it.

But in the end I got it under control because I knew the result of this would be nothing but our total annihilation.I still have ten soldiers under my command, and I have to take them back!

At this time, my eyes fell on a few female soldiers who bandaged the wounded with first aid kits. They attracted my attention because... most of the Vietnamese soldiers in the tunnel did not bring first aid kits. I learned this from the Vietnamese army as early as yesterday The body was found, so we didn't bring a few first aid kits before we came down.

Regarding this point, I didn’t think too much about it before, I just thought that the more devils are poor, how can they have a first aid kit if they can’t even afford shoes?Thinking about it at this moment, I feel something is wrong. The first aid kit should be said to be military supplies. This thing will even directly affect the combat effectiveness and morale of the troops. No one wants to wait to die on the battlefield because of a small injury that is not fatal. no?Therefore, when the Soviet Union provided firearms to the Vietnamese army, it should also provide first-aid kits!Now those female soldiers are using first aid kits to heal the wounded, which is enough to prove this point.

Then why don't they carry them with them?There is only one reason. Their first aid kits are insufficient. After all, there are many civilians in this tunnel besides soldiers, aren't they?

What is the solution to the shortage of first aid kits?That is to centralize the use of first aid kits and use the first aid kits on those who need them most.Where would they centralize their first aid kits?

Thinking of this, I almost screamed with excitement: there is no doubt that they will gather the first aid kits in a relatively safe place, which is likely to be a warehouse for storing food or ammunition.