blood of vietnam war

Chapter 110: Annihilating the Enemy

The Vietnamese army agents got closer and closer, without noticing us at all, they lurked in the grass beside the mountain road.But to be honest, it is really not easy to find dozens of people hiding in the grass in this dark night.

After a while, the Vietnamese army came to us, but because of the plan in advance, the soldiers did not shoot, but let them go one by one.

This is a very strange feeling, Yue Guizi is in front of us, we can even hear their footsteps clearly, but we can keep each other in peace.Of course, this state is only temporary, and the Vietnamese army has no idea that they are stepping into a death trap and are heading towards the end of their lives...

Finally, when the last few Vietnamese troops also crossed our defense line and entered the encirclement, I yelled into the walkie-talkie: "Fight!" Then I pulled the trigger towards the target I had already locked.

My target was a Vietnamese soldier walking in the middle of the team. Along the way, I noticed that he would whisper instructions to other Vietnamese soldiers from time to time, which revealed his identity.As the saying goes, to capture a thief is to capture the king, so of course my first bullet was reserved for him.

With a burst of recoil from the right shoulder butt, a bullet flew out with a whistling sound, and the head of the Vietnamese soldier exploded in my scope like a watermelon. It was a group of red and white turbidity sprayed out, which only made all the Vietnamese troops stop in their tracks.

However, these Vietnamese soldiers are obviously well-trained soldiers, and they either fell to the ground or rolled on the ground almost as a conditional reflex at the moment my gunshots sounded... But it was all to no avail , The target of the Vietnamese army is too obvious. They are almost under our guns. So as soon as the bullets were fired, they poured down like rain towards the enemy army, knocking them all down in a pool of blood in a short while.

However, the gunshots still rang out, and the bullets continued to hit the corpses of the Vietnamese army in pieces. It was not until I yelled "cease fire" to the walkie-talkie several times that the gunfire stopped slowly. down.

I couldn't help laughing bitterly. Obviously, these soldiers under me were desperately shooting in the direction of the enemy because they were too nervous and afraid. It's like venting hysterically while breaking the nerves of the whole body.

The battlefield is not just as simple as watching horror movies. When we watch horror movies, we will at least know that everything is fake, and it will not cause any substantial damage to our bodies. (Even watching horror movies from a medical point of view It can also promote the endocrine of the human body and be beneficial to health).

However, there are two different things in the real battlefield. First, if we are not careful on the battlefield, we will die at any time. Second, these soldiers have never even seen a dead person in normal times, but suddenly they want to shoot and kill people in this dark night... So It's normal to be so nervous.I also clearly remember how frightened I was by that scene the first time I stepped onto the battlefield, but now I just become numb after seeing too much.

"Don't clean up the battlefield, don't stand up, and all units continue to lurk!" I reiterated the order I made before the battle on the walkie-talkie.

I'm not rambling, I'm really worried that the soldiers will stand up when they get nervous... We have agreed before that in order to avoid confusion in identifying the enemy and the enemy, anyone who stands up will be treated as an enemy and will be shot to death!

So I still kept the posture of lying in the grass and waited quietly. Nothing seemed to have changed. The only difference was that there were more than [-] corpses in the encirclement, and the air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. , and occasionally there were a few miserable groans from the injured devil...

I don't know whether these enemy soldiers who only wounded but never died were lucky or bad. They said their lives were good, but such dense bullets couldn't kill them. They said their lives were bad...they Now that it has been injured like this and it is still in our encirclement, it will not be able to escape anyway. Other enemy agents dare not come to the rescue without knowing how many people we have ambushed, so just wait for them. Only tragic ending.

However, I really admire the endurance of the enemy agents. They know that there is no hope of escaping, but they are still unwilling to give up their only hope of survival, don't they?I quickly found a few black figures crawling out of the pile of corpses in the scope, dragging a few injured legs and bloody bodies on the mountain road, crawling hard...

Under the pale starlight, I could clearly see a long trail of blood trailing behind them, and I could clearly hear their groans from the pain of their injuries, and the time when their lives were about to come to an end. There was a burst of rapid breathing... Some of the enemy soldiers fainted before they could climb a few steps, but after they regained consciousness, they continued to climb towards the village. I was even surprised to find that they did not give up on themselves weapons.

The Vietnamese army also fought bravely, and we don't need to deny this.Not only is this true, but we also know that respecting our enemies means respecting ourselves, for the simple reason that we have nothing to be proud of in defeating our opponents if they are weak.

But respect is respect, there are rules on the battlefield, as long as they don't put down their weapons, they are still our enemies, so I stopped hesitating and pulled the trigger on them...

"Bang bang..." There were several gunshots, and the target was only a dozen meters away from me, so I hit their heads easily.I did this not to show off my marksmanship to other fighters, but to try to alleviate their pain and end their pain.

Everything was quiet, there was no gunfire or screams, and even the insects seemed to feel the dead atmosphere and stopped their chirping.A gust of mountain wind blew, and the grass that was as tall as half a person rustled around, as if these inexplicable Vietnamese soldiers who died under our guns were not reconciled to making waves.The pale moonlight shone on the bloody corpses of the Vietnamese army, adding to the terrifying atmosphere. This scene only made the soldiers shudder with numb scalps.

"Platoon leader..." Wu Zhijun seemed to be unbearable, so he whispered into the intercom: "Our mission has been completed, and the soldiers have been avenged, so let's call it a day! There is no need to stay here with these corpses." overnight……"

"Stop talking nonsense!" I interrupted Wu Zhijun and said, "Our task is to seal off the village, not to kill people! What if we leave... what if another agent comes out from the village?"

"Yes!" Wu Zhijun knew that what I said was reasonable, so he answered without saying anything more.

The battlefield hasn't been cleaned yet!Going back like this, the guns and ammunition of the Vietnam Army agents will return to the hands of the enemy and become weapons against us?

In fact, I kind of hope that there will be other Vietnamese army agents in the village who heard the gunshots and came out to check the situation. At that time, we can use these corpses to attract more Vietnamese army agents, and then create more corpses, and then use more corpses to attract more Vietnamese agents...

I am dreaming a sweet dream!How can there be such a stupid Vietnamese army agent!

But there's no way around it, it's really not a pleasant thing to lurk here with a bunch of corpses, so if you can think about things better, think about it better!

Facts have proved that I was wrong. The Vietnamese army agents acted very cautiously, and they never appeared again.

I seem to remember that the old man once said that there are three types of agents of Yueguizi:

The lowest level is ordinary agents, also called junior agents or tactical special agents. This kind of agents mainly cooperate with infantry and artillery in combat and reconnaissance, which is similar to our army's vanguard or reconnaissance platoon.

The second type of agents is secret agents, also known as intermediate agents. They are mainly used for long-term lurking behind enemy lines, and they go deep into the enemy's rear to carry out campaign sabotage or sneak attack tasks.

The third type is the Special Service Team, also known as the Senior Agent, which is very powerful, mainly responsible for the main strategic tasks of the country and the army, including personnel sent abroad to engage in espionage activities.

The Vietnamese army agent Zhou Linfeng I met in the field hospital belonged to the third type... This kind of agent lurks deep and usually won't be exposed easily, and the target is definitely not a few soldiers or something.

The agents we have come across now who hide among ordinary people and carry out harassment and "infiltration warfare" against our army belong to the second type of agents, that is, intermediate agents.

They should have been carefully selected from the Vietnamese army and then received special training.It's no wonder that these guys persisted in climbing back without giving up their weapons when they were seriously injured by our surprise attack...

It is precisely because they have received special agent training that they will not make such low-level mistakes, so my dream of using a corpse to attract an agent and then turning the agent into a corpse will naturally come to nothing.We just had to lie down on the grass all night very bored, with only the corpses in the circle with us, and swarms of annoying mosquitoes and insects!

Sometimes I wonder why these middle-level agents in front of me seem to be very tenacious, but Zhou Linfeng, a senior agent, seems to be soft-boned?After thinking about it, I quickly understood that there is a saying that troublesome people come out of poor mountains and evil waters. The meaning of this saying... is that where life is difficult, ruthless characters often appear, because they can't survive, that is a bad life Just fight it out.This may be the case with the Viet Minh.

And what about Zhou Linfeng?Instead, because I was lurking in China, I felt a different life, but I didn't have that kind of willpower. (To be continued.)