blood of vietnam war

Chapter 23

"Didn't it come in from outside?" The scholar couldn't help being surprised: "Where did it come from?"

"That's right!" Xiao Shitou also said, "Our troops are everywhere in the old street. Didn't they come from the outside or come out of the ground?"

"It just came out of the ground!" I said, "Remember when we first entered the old street, the Yue Guizi escaped through the tunnel?"

"Then..." The scholar said hesitantly, "That's just an authentic way..."

"What if there are many tunnels underground in the old street?" I asked back: "Isn't there a regiment of Yue Guizi stationed in the old street? No one knows where they went. What if this army got underground? "

With a coax, the soldiers beside me were stunned by my words, even Scar, who had rich combat experience, was no exception.

"How is it possible?" The scholar's face was full of disbelief: "Squad leader, you mean...the underground tunnel in the old street can accommodate a group of Yue Guizi?"

"Then the underground has been drilled out?" Xiao Shitou also shook his head and said, "How many years will it take to dig this tunnel?"

"It's possible!" Scar thought for a while, then frowned and said, "This tunnel... shouldn't have dealt with us in the first place!"

After a pause, Scar said thoughtfully again: "Before fighting us, the Yue Devils fought with the Yankees... The Yankees have powerful planes and cannons, and we taught the Yue Devils to dig tunnels to hide from the planes and cannons." , I'm afraid... since then, there have been tunnels under the old street!"

The soldiers let out an oh when they heard this, and I also thought of the tunnels of the Vietnamese army that I often saw in old Vietnam War movies.

In fact, I will know that this point is really not thought of by myself, but I vaguely remember that the old man once said that there is an underground castle under the old street, and it took our army several days and nights to completely clean it... In fact, I have always been Those who remember this sentence are just stunned and don't connect this sentence with the old street where I am now.

"No!" After a while, Scar said as if remembering something: "We have to report this to the superior, otherwise we will not have a good day!"

Then he glanced at me and said, "This idea is yours, so come along!"

"That... the platoon leader!" I replied with some embarrassment: "It's just an idea, I don't know if it's right, let alone just tell your superiors and it will be done?"

"That's right! It's rare that you don't strive for merit..." Dao Scar nodded appreciatively at me, turned his head and ran towards the company department without saying anything more.

In fact, how would Scar know that the reason why I didn't go to the company with him was because I was worried that some soldier in this dark and dark place would get too nervous and beat me up like a devil... How wronged would it be? !

The order was passed down that night, saying that all units should pay attention to guard against the Vietnamese army lurking in the tunnels, and that the tunnels under the old street may hide the remnants of the Vietnamese army.

According to me... This is another manifestation of the superior commander's being too restless.When the identification of friend and foe is chaotic, especially in this dark night, what is most needed is stability, and what is most taboo is disturbance.

Besides, this order is just for us to take precautions... This word is too broad. As for how to take precautions, we didn't say anything at all. It seems that the superiors don't have a clue, so this order is actually harmful but not beneficial. It's just that they couldn't guard against the enemy but let their troops mess up first.

Isn't it?After ordering the troops, they quickly became busy, and they said that they were busy, but they were not much different from chaos.

Because there was no unified and detailed order, some cadres led the soldiers to set up guns in the bunkers to prepare combat equipment, some cadres led the soldiers to ambush, and some even led the soldiers to search for the tunnels of the Vietnamese army in the dark.

Looking at this situation, I feel that something is not good. Now if there are a few Vietnamese army agents making trouble in troubled waters...

Sure enough, as soon as I thought about it, I heard two "bang bang" gunshots, and then someone shouted: "The more devils, the more devils have sneaked in!"

"Don't move!"

"Nokon Pine Page"

"It's Vietnamese, it's a Yue devil!"

……

Then there was another burst of gunfire, and I couldn't help but "fuck" in my heart. What about "Nuo Kong Song Ye", "loyalty to generosity and death" and the like, although they are in Vietnamese, which Chinese soldier can't speak? ?These guys are either nervous or indifferent.

"Squad leader, what should we do?" Bayonet asked behind me.

"What else can I do?" I replied angrily, "All lie down on my stomach, no one is allowed to shoot and no one is allowed to speak!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

……

The soldiers under me replied somewhat angrily.

Maybe they are not reconciled, maybe they think there is some way to stop this situation, but they don't know, the best thing to do at this time is not to go out and make trouble.

Gunshots, shouts, and the cries of the wounded continued until dawn the next day. I don’t know if it was easier to identify after dawn, or it was the reason why everyone was less nervous. It was only then that the chaos was gradually brought under control. .

Let's stand up and see, that's called chaos. The camp is full of dilapidated tents, messy food, and dead bodies.Needless to say... most of these corpses were their own.

"Fucking devil!" The scholar couldn't help but cursed fiercely.

It's really frustrating, especially when we are prepared for such sabotage by the enemy... It's even more unacceptable.

But I think it's no wonder Yue Guizi.

The devils are our enemies, aren't they?Since it is the enemy, it is only right and proper to use our flaws to expand the results of the battle as much as possible.If we had the chance, we would do the same.

But who can blame this?Blame the fighters for their inexperience?Blame the fighters for not having enough combat quality?Or blame the superior's poor command?

I don't think anyone can blame it now, it's useless if you blame it, can you immediately improve the combat experience and quality of the soldiers?Being weird can make the superior have better command ability?

What's more, now is not the time to pursue responsibility. We lost the round last night, and now is the time to find a way to win the round.

Thinking of this, I ignored the resentful soldiers behind me, and walked slowly towards the wounded soldiers and corpses in the camp.

The soldiers didn't understand what I was going to do, but soon followed one after another.

I am not mourning the fallen soldiers, though they did need mourning; nor am I trying to rescue the wounded, though they also needed it.

But what I want more now is to be able to find out the devils lurking in the tunnel and kill a few for revenge!

How to find the authentic way?I can't dig the whole old street!

Of course not, and it doesn't need to be.

If you want to find a tunnel, you must first find the tunnel entrance; if you want to find the tunnel entrance, you must first find the corpse of the Vietnamese army...

Among these corpses, there must be some corpses of Vietnamese army agents who mixed into our army. This is what I'm looking for.

After a while, I locked a corpse on the edge of the battlefield. The reason I identified him as an agent of the Vietnamese Army was that the gun he was holding was an ak7.Although the Type 56 submachine gun of our army is an imitation of the Soviet-made AK47, it is roughly similar in appearance, but the biggest difference is that the Type 56 submachine gun is a folding triangular army thorn, while the AK[-] is a sword-shaped bayonet.

From the point of ak47 alone, I still can't be sure that he is an agent of the Vietnamese army. After all, the bullets of our army's Type 47 submachine gun and ak[-] are common. It is very likely that some soldiers will use the ak[-] captured from the Vietnamese army.

So I squatted down again and pulled out the magazine from his waist, checking his bullets one by one.

Can bullets see anything?

of course can!

I remember the old man once said: Most of the bullets of Yue Guizi are given by Su Xiu... The quality of the bullets made by Su Xiu is good. In the hot and humid weather in Vietnam, our bullets rusted within a few days. Once it rusts, it jams, but Su Xiu's bullets still shine brightly after a few months...

So after such an inspection, I quickly determined that the corpse under my feet was indeed an agent of the Vietnamese Army.

Look at this Vietnamese agent again... Fortunately, he was not shot dead on the spot, but his leg was broken by the grenade, and he crawled all the way until he bled to death.So a long bloodstain was left behind him... Following the direction of this bloodstain and his corpse, I noticed a small hut not far ahead.

man!There will always be a desire to survive.Yue Guizi is also a human being, so of course he also wants to live.Especially when he thought he was still saved and others couldn't see him in the dark... So he would naturally think of crawling into the tunnel.

So I didn't say anything more, I walked to the front of the hut in three steps and two steps with the gun in hand, and kicked open the wooden door.

No one, but no one is right, and no one would be foolish enough to put guards in front of the tunnel entrance to tell the enemy that this is an important place.

Several soldiers under me saw my posture, and rushed in with their guns raised...

Xiao Shitou looked around and asked with some doubts: "Squad leader! What's going on?"

I didn't say much, and looked around coldly. The farm tools and a simple wardrobe were covered with dust, which was obviously the result of no one living there for a long time, but only the candlestick was clean.

So I understood what was going on, and I signaled to the soldiers to prepare their submachine guns and grenades, and led them to surround the stove...