blood of vietnam war

Chapter 130 Five Classmates

At that time, I didn't think about it so much. I greeted the soldiers and walked towards the direction of the sound with my gun raised.

I don't want to overturn the boat in the gutter, if the Yue devil wants to die with me with a gun or a grenade in his hand, then I will not be at a disadvantage.

"Save..." When the voice came out again, we turned over the two corpses and found its owner—a Vietnamese army officer whose head was drenched in blood appeared in front of us.

He didn't have a gun in his hand, and he didn't have any grenades or explosives under his body. He was just a jumper with no ability to resist.

"Comrade, I surrender, save me!" Under the light of my flashlight, this guy raised his hands and kept begging, as if he would do anything as long as we rescued him.

In fact, I can understand him. Even if he was a brave Vietnamese soldier, after dying once in this tunnel, no matter how strong a person is, he will collapse.

Seeing that I didn't make any moves, the officer of the Vietnamese army hurriedly added: "Comrade! I... I am the head of the secret service team, and my name is Xing (pronounced Yangping xing, Vietnam's surname) Quantang. I am useful to you, I... ...I can say anything! As long as you don't kill me..."

"Hmm!" Upon hearing this, I couldn't help being a little surprised, it turned out to be the head of the team, and he was also the head of the secret service team.

I took a flashlight on his epaulets, two bars of three stars, he is a colonel... I guess there should be no mistake.

Then I couldn't help wondering, how did he survive?Shouldn't there be poisonous gas in here?

With this question in mind, I observed his surroundings under the light of the flashlight, and quickly understood... As we analyzed before, there are other ventilation holes in this tunnel.This ventilation hole is on the other side of the cliff, so I think... it should be some hidden place such as a cave or rocks on the other side of the ground.The leader of the Vietnam Army was in the position closest to the ventilation hole... so he survived.

But this is not the focus of my concern. I soon had new doubts: this vent is not big, only enough for two or three people to breathe, so why can the leader survive?

It would be a bit ridiculous to say that because he is the leader...the others gave him the chance to survive.One or two guards might be able to do it, but there are so many people in this tunnel, who would care whether he is the leader or not at a critical moment! ! !

Then... when my flashlight shined on an ak47 next to the head of the Vietnam Army, the bullet casings all over the ground, and the Vietnamese soldiers who were shot at close range everywhere around, I quickly understood: this head, He survived by killing his own men, or by killing all the Vietnamese troops who had the ability to compete with him for air.

At this time, I couldn't help but shine the flashlight on the commander of the Vietnam Army named Xingquantang again. It was hard for me to imagine that such a person who bowed his knees in front of me like a dog would be a man whose hands were covered with the blood of his subordinates. executioner.How selfish and ruthless it must be, to be able to point the gun at his subordinates for his own survival, and shoot at those comrades-in-arms who lived and died together in the past.

I think, maybe just a few minutes ago, he was still swearing to encourage his subordinates to fight bravely and never surrender, but in the blink of an eye... he was able to point his gun at his own people.

"Comrade People's Liberation Army! I'm really the head of the regiment..." The head of the Vietnam Army seemed to be still worried that I wouldn't believe his words, so he took out a small blood-stained notebook from his pocket tremblingly and handed it over: "This is My military ID card has my serial number and name on it, and the head of the 279 Secret Service Group, Xingquantang, is me, really me..."

"Take him out!" I didn't look at his military ID at all, and it could even be said that I didn't want to see him again.He makes me sick, worse than seeing dead bodies all over the place!A person who can kill his own subordinates for his own life, and kneels and begs to the enemy... My evaluation of him is only four words: despicable and shameless!

As soon as I walked out of the tunnel, everyone including me couldn't wait to take off the gas mask and gasp in the air... Really, only those who have been in there know how terrifying it is down there. Now I don't have the courage to go back I went in once.

"What's going on next?" Before I could catch my breath, Captain Luo asked beside me.

"They're all dead!" I said, "There are corpses all over the floor, except for this..."

As I said that, I raised my head backwards, and the two soldiers were hanging up the head of the Vietnam Army who was working so hard to get covered in blood.

"Hey! It's a colonel!" Company Commander Luo patted me on the shoulder when he saw the rank of the commander of the Vietnam Army: "Okay! I finally caught you a big fish!"

He didn't say much while talking, and walked up to meet him with two soldiers.

Dao Scar also went up to help, but when he saw the face of the commander of the Vietnam Army, he couldn't help exclaiming: "It's you... Xingquan Hall?"

"Oh! It's you..." Hearing that the head of the Yue Army also raised his head, when he saw the scar standing in front of him, he was stunned for a long time, and finally heaved a long sigh and lowered his head dejectedly: "Old classmate... ...I finally lost to you!"

"Old classmate?" Hearing this, not only me, but all the soldiers around me, including Company Commander Luo, were shocked by this title.Scar turned out to be an old classmate of the head of the Vietnam Army Secret Service Corps!

Scar shook his head and smiled, stepped aside and pointed at me and said, "It wasn't me who defeated you, it was him! He was the one who discovered the authenticity, and he was the one who bombed the tunnel with incendiary bombs... I didn't expect that!"

The head of the Vietnam Army sized me up and smiled bitterly: "Don't make fun of me...how could it be him..."

Scar only replied one sentence: "We have known each other for so long, when did you see me making a joke?"

So the smile of the head of the Vietnam Army froze there, and it took him a long time to say sadly: "I didn't expect that my business for several years would be destroyed by a small soldier! And it only took less than a day..."

I glanced contemptuously at the head of the Yue Army, and said sarcastically, "I'm afraid...the more devils will die under my hands, not as many as you! I still have to thank you!"

The head of the Vietnam Army's expression darkened, and he lowered his eyes and said nothing more.

"What do you mean by what you said just now?" After the commander of the Vietnam Army was escorted away, Dao Scar handed over the water bottle and asked suspiciously.

I sat down on the stone next to me, took a few sips from the kettle, and then replied: "Your old classmate...killed all the subordinates around him when he was in the tunnel...that's why he survived. !"

Hearing this, Dao Scar couldn't help but be taken aback, and after a long time, he sighed: "In order to live...you can't be ruthless!"

When Scar said that, I think it really is... In order to survive, it seems that no matter what I do, I should do it.Strictly speaking, what the head of the Vietnam Army did was right. Anyway, the chances of those subordinates surviving are not high. It is better to survive by themselves than to die with them.In some ways... killing those subordinates with a gun is still a pleasure for them!Or it can be said... This is just the desire to survive that was aroused by the head of the Vietnam Army under the threat of death in a closed space like a tunnel.

"A platoon leader!" Company Commander Luo came to us at this moment, and asked curiously, "How could you and that Yue Guizi be classmates?"

"That was a few years ago!" Scar replied: "I used to study at a certain infantry school... The Vietnamese devils are still fighting the Yankees, there are several batches of Vietnamese in our school every year, this Xingquan Hall is one of them..."

"Oh!" After hearing this, Company Commander Luo and the soldiers beside him understood the reason.

A scholar interjected next to him: "No wonder the platoon leader has such good military qualities. It turned out that he learned it in the infantry school!"

By the way, this step school is also a modern military academy, even if there were not many people who had studied in that era, let alone a step school.

Scar gave a wry smile: "To be honest, in the step school... those who are more devils are better than us. We are studying hard... the more devils are fighting and practicing with their lives!"

"That's normal!" the scholar replied: "The Yue devils are fighting the Yankees. Only by learning their skills can they drive the Yankees away. Can they fight with their lives?"

"Fucking devil!" Hearing this, Shen Guoxin scolded: "It turns out that this guy learned his skills from us, and then he became the head of the secret service team... This bastard killed us How many people!"

"That's right!" Wang Kechang said without hesitation: "We even helped them fight the Yankees, and the Yue Devils beat us with the skills they learned from us in no time! Everyone is a white-eyed wolf!"

"It's not just about learning skills? The food is also ours!"

"Aren't the seized weapons also ours? And all the good weapons were given to them!"

……

Then the soldiers talked to each other, bringing the topic to the ungrateful Yue devil. .

Perhaps, this matter really cares about people in this era.The reason is that in the era of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Vietnam, Chinese [***] people’s feelings for Vietnam were pure, warm, and sincere... People in this era are simple-minded, and it is easy to give sincerity when driven by a trend of thought. emotion.That's why I felt betrayed after I turned my face in Vietnam, so I couldn't accept it.

Just like the old man, when it comes to Yue Guizi, there are a lot of swear words and spittle... No wonder I have been given the title of "King of Dirty Talk" since I was in kindergarten. That's how the old man taught me!

It's just... In the eyes of a modern person like me, there are actually only four words: national interest!

There have never been any feelings between countries, there are only interests, so no one can blame this! (To be continued.)