blood of vietnam war

Chapter 1

Lightning, thunder, violent storms...

Everything seemed to be the same as before, but when I got out of the muddy water, I realized that was not the case.

Lightning is not lightning, but bursts of light from not far away; thunder is not thunder, but bursts of explosions; as for the violent storm... It seems that bullets are flying in the sky instead of rain!

Look at the side, the mountain is still the rocky mountain, but the coffin is nowhere to be seen. I am also inexplicably wearing a military uniform, with two grenades hanging on my waist, and a rifle in my hand...

I used my hands and feet to climb up the small mound in front of me and looked out. I couldn't help being dumbfounded. There were soldiers in military uniforms charging towards a high ground in front of me with their guns. The military uniforms seemed to be left behind by the old man. exactly the same.That's right, it's the People's Liberation Army. Although the modern PLA uniforms are different, I've seen them in TV and movies.

What's going on here?Am I dreaming!

As if answering me, a shell landed not far from me with a "boom", I only felt a buzzing in my ears, and then a large piece of earth and rock hit me like rain I was buried.

After a while, when my hearing gradually recovered, I heard howls like slaughtering pigs. I wiped off the dust and looked up, and a soldier covered in blood fell in front of me. His legs had already died. I don't know where he was blown up, blood sprayed out from the broken thigh continuously, staining the surrounding loess red.

I was frightened by this scene, and could only watch the soldier helplessly hugging his non-existent legs, screaming and shouting at the top of his lungs... His voice became weaker and weaker, and finally his head froze. He fell limply to the ground.

This is not true!This is not true!

I kept comforting myself, but everything in front of me made me have to believe that it was true.The blood of the soldiers, the blown legs, and the desperate and lifeless eyes... a living person died in front of me like this, this is an iron fact!

Although my mind has almost stopped working, my survival instinct still tells me to get out of this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

However, before my weak legs took a few steps back, I was stopped by a black muzzle.

"What are you doing?" The owner of the pistol had a scarred face, and he yelled at me viciously: "Is there any organization or discipline? Give me a shot..."

I know very well what it means to be a deserter in this era, so I can only turn around and take a step in fear.I wanted to slow down and hone my foreign skills, but unexpectedly, the scarred face was killed with the muzzle of a gun.

Now that I have no choice, I only hate this scarred face to the bottom of my heart: There are so many people on this battlefield, why is he staring at me alone!

Pieces of bullets flew overhead, shells exploded beside him, and soldiers died in front of and behind them... I heard the old man talk about his experience on the battlefield countless times before, but I just listened to it. I don't feel anything.Now when I am on the scene, I understand what the old man said and what he felt.

As I get closer and closer to the enemy, I feel that I am getting closer and closer to death. The intense fear in my heart almost suffocates me. Sometimes I think that I should just let Scarface shoot me, anyway. It's death, it's a pleasure to solve it with one shot.

But thinking about the old man, thinking about how he survived such a battlefield, I am a little unconvinced, why can't I if he can?Am I not as good as the old man?

So I walked forward again with difficult steps, and as I walked, I became more and more sure that I had come to the era when the old man fought, because I had already seen the appearance of the Vietnamese soldiers, as well as the unique straw hat-shaped helmets of the Vietnamese soldiers.

"Lie down!"

With a roar, before I could react, I was thrown to the ground by the scarface behind me, and then two shells exploded near the "boom".There was a roar in both ears, but there was no danger.

At this time, I couldn't help but think of what the old man told me: lie on the ground when the shells come over.Cannonballs kill mainly by shrapnel, and the shrapnel disperse like blasted mud balls and fly into the sky, so as long as you lie down, you will be fine. If your back is too low and the shells hit you directly, then there is no pain...

At that time, I didn't think so, and I just thought that if you were so experienced, why did you let the shells blow up like this?

But of course I didn't say that, we don't want to get a chestnut on our head.Sometimes I wonder, isn't the old man blind?But this explosive chestnut was extremely accurate, just like the kung fu of listening to voices and debating positions in martial arts novels.The so-called good man does not suffer from immediate losses, so I don't have the same knowledge as him.

Now that I think of what the old man said, it seems to be quite the same thing. It seems that I really have to review the old man's experience when I have time. It is important to save my life.

"kill (Vietnamese pronunciation: kill)"

With a strange cry, before the smoke from the shells cleared, a few Yue devils rushed out from nowhere and rushed towards us viciously with bayonets pointed out.

Where have I seen such a battle before, I was frightened on the spot, lying on the ground motionless, hoping that they would not see me.The scarface raised his hand and killed the two closest devils with two shots, but was knocked over by the butt of a gun by another devil who came after him and fell to the ground.

I wanted to do something, but my hands and feet were limp and I had no strength at all. I just stared blankly at Scarface struggling feebly under Yue Guizi... I was thinking to myself, obviously this Yue Guizi thought I was dead So I'm not defensive at all, if I just pretend like this... No way!This is the enemy's position, and this charge has obviously failed, so pretending like this is only a dead end!

Thinking of this, I had no choice but to grit my teeth, got up from the ground, raised my gun, aimed at the devil's head, and pulled the trigger...

"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and the Yue Guizi's head exploded in front of me like a watermelon. The impact of the bullet caused his head to fall back, and then he fell heavily to the ground.At the moment he fell to the ground, I saw the surprise and unwillingness in his eyes, and also saw the distorted pain on his face, my stomach was churning, and a strong sense of vomiting was constantly pounding to my throat.

However, I knew that this was not the time to vomit, and every second I wasted could kill me on the spot, so I picked up my scarred face on the ground and ran back.

Although I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, I'm not a disrespectful person. The scarred face just now can be said to have saved me once, and now I can't just leave him alone like this.

At this moment, I was worried that there would be a second Scarface who would kill us as deserters... I was not relieved until I heard the retreat order from behind.