Chapter 14

After calming down for a while, I poked my head out of the bunker again.

To be honest, it took me a long time to overcome the fear in my heart before I did this... The thrilling scene just now made me want to hide in the bunker until the war is over.

But I know this is impossible. The Vietnamese army will always retreat, and when they retreat, they will naturally focus on me...

But I couldn't help but feel bitter in my heart at this sight. There were at least thirty more Yue Japanese in front of me. It was not easy for me to kill them all by myself. More importantly... if this continued, it would inevitably arouse their suspicion.

That would be the end of me.

Wait, the Japanese Japs are going to retreat, right?

Yes, the purpose of this small team of Yue Japzi is to cause turmoil in our army, or it can be said to make our army uneasy. So now that they have achieved their goal, they should retreat soon and come out at another time.

It's all about causing trouble. Then why should I risk my life by confronting them head-on?

Thinking of this, I immediately put away my rifle, took out the first aid kit from my waist, mustered up the courage and ran up pretending to check the injured Jie's injuries...

This should be normal on the battlefield. In order to look more like it, I deliberately shouted in Vietnamese to the wounded soldiers in front of me: "Comrade, comrade... wake up..."

I originally thought that the wounded soldier was dead, but I didn't expect that he opened his eyes and groaned a few times when I called him like that.

I couldn't help but say "fuck" in my heart. I looked at the Japanese soldiers around me and took out the military thorns from the wounded soldier without paying attention. It gave him a chill... Maybe I was too nervous and scared at the time, so I didn't care at all.

I just killed an unarmed and defenseless man, even though he was an enemy. What's even more ridiculous is that others and even the wounded soldier thought I was here to save him, but they didn't expect that it was me who took his life.

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When the wounded soldier was completely silent, I took advantage of the darkness and groped around his waist. As expected, I found several melon-style grenades on the Yue Jap... The Yue Jap had fought with the Yankees before, hadn't he?

When the Americans retreated, they left behind a large amount of American equipment, so it is not surprising that this melon-style grenade would appear on their bodies.

Suddenly, I took out a melon-style grenade, gritted my teeth, pulled out the safety pin, and carefully pressed it under the body... I learned this trick from TV. There are too many modern American movies.

The American soldiers created the plot of booby traps like this. Now I am just copying what happened.

But when I was doing this, I felt guilty... What if the insurance pin exploded as soon as I pulled it out? What if the grenade was not placed securely? What if someone discovered it?

But there are not so many eventualities on the battlefield. Isn't there a saying that "wealth can be gained through danger"? If you want to kill as many enemies as possible, you can only take more risks, although this may not be the case for other warriors.

It's not even an adventure.

After finishing this one, I placed a few more booby traps around the area. The method was even simpler, just press a wooden board or brick on top of the grenade. I was even lucky enough to find one on the ground.

Explosive package...

So in just a moment, the area with the wounded soldiers as the center was turned into a minefield with grenades and explosive packets.

Originally, I wanted to admire my masterpiece among them, but then I thought about it... Several of the grenades were pressed under bricks and wooden boards. If any artillery shell or grenade exploded nearby... there would be a shock or

A shock wave can detonate it, and I am still in it, so it would be strange if I don't be blown to pieces.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. I quickly put my tail between my legs and moved to the rear. Of course, in order not to attract the attention of the Vietnamese soldiers, I even pretended to lift up a wounded soldier of the Vietnamese army during the transfer... Behind him was the Vietnamese army who was full of approval.

With their eyes, they were probably rejoicing: "I didn't expect that a random militiaman would perform so well on the battlefield. He is worthy of being a militiaman of our 'third military power'!"

But they may not have thought that it was me, the so-called ‘militia of the third military power’, who was the beginning of their nightmare.

I ran back dozens of meters...I didn't dare to run too far, because it was too far in this dark night to find the target; I didn't dare to get too close, because I didn't let myself arrange it if I got close.

Did the explosive pack blow up? By the way, the explosive pack I deployed just now seemed to weigh eight kilograms, eight kilograms of explosives plus a few grenades... I'm not stupid enough to want to get close to them!

After easily getting rid of the injured soldiers who were in the way, I put a new magazine on the 56 and a half in my hand and looked at the busy Vietnamese army not far ahead.

I didn't fire at this time because I didn't want to make the Vietnamese army suspicious at this last moment. This was obviously losing the watermelon and picking up the sesame seeds, which I would not do.

The Vietnamese army is still shouting in Chinese and shooting everywhere, and our army camp is still in chaos and disorganized. If there is any change, it is that the gunshots and explosions in the direction of our army are more intensive.

After a while, the fight became more lively.

This scene is indeed a bit embarrassing, but the battlefield is the battlefield, reality is reality, and sometimes we don’t just want it to be. The Vietnamese army has been fighting for decades, and their combat experience and quality are obvious...

This does not mean that our army can catch up in the short term or that just saying that we are not afraid of sacrifices and hardships will be useful.

"Japanese! Japanese! Japanese..." At this time, several discordant shouts came from the battlefield. Although these shouts were said to be in Chinese, our army generally calls the Vietnamese army "Yue Japanese".

Just when I was wondering why the Vietnamese army made such an obvious mistake, I saw that they had quickly gathered their troops and retreated. Then I understood that this was not a careless mistake on their part, but a signal for their retreat.

"Finally here!" The rifle in my hand tightened, and I held my breath and looked through the crosshairs at the Vietnamese troops retreating in an orderly direction in my direction.

To be honest, this makes people feel a little nervous. There are more than thirty soldiers, and they are Vietnamese soldiers who have more than twice as many combat experience as me... If it were on a normal battlefield, I would not even be able to deal with any of them.

It’s all difficult. But now I have to face more than thirty...

So all my hopes were pinned on those booby traps.

But what makes me frown is...don't the Japanese Japs not easily leave the corpses of their comrades? Why do they seem to have no intention of taking away the corpses this time?

When I think about it, I understand that these Vietnamese Japs are all wearing the uniforms of the People's Liberation Army. Who can accurately distinguish the corpses of our own people in this dark night? What's more, they are still responsible for the task of harassing the enemy.

Be careful if the enemy finds out, the entire army will be annihilated, so they should have a rule not to take the corpses of their comrades with them.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly lament. If this was the case...then wasn't my effort just in vain? It was a waste of effort. I'm afraid that my life will be at stake.

No! If they don’t touch it, why can’t I touch it? I have a gun in my hand, right?

Thinking of this, I didn't dare to neglect, I immediately raised my gun, aimed at the corpse that I had arranged a booby trap for, and pulled the trigger hard...

With a sound of "Boom...", an explosion soon came from the body.

However, there were no people around, and the explosion did not kill any targets. But...my purpose was not that. Under the explosion, several nearby Vietnamese soldiers dodge or lay down reflexively, and so on.

Then it triggered other booby traps, causing a chain explosion.

As a result, several explosions were heard one after another, causing the Vietnamese troops to stagger around and scream in agony.

The most powerful thing was the explosive pack. After the loud bang and the dazzling fire, it was almost impossible to see anyone standing.

The thick smoke gradually dissipated, and through the sporadic firelight from the burning wood blocks around me, I saw several Vietnamese soldiers getting up from the ground unsteadily, as if they were still trying to struggle to retreat...

I remember the old man once said that people will lose the ability to think for a period of time after being shocked by a huge explosion or shock wave. These surviving Vietnamese soldiers were able to get up from the ground in such a short period of time and choose to escape.

It can be said that it is quite simple.

But it's a pity that they still have to pass the last hurdle, which is the rifle in my hand!

"Bang bang bang..."

Bullets were fired from the rifle in my hand. Under the firelight, these Vietnamese soldiers were undoubtedly living targets, and they were still very slow targets. So soon after the screams, no one could stand anymore.

People are up.

I whistled leisurely, loaded a new magazine on the rifle and opened the bayonet, and then walked up carefully... Be careful with the Wannian Ship, this is a battlefield, and I don't want to be careless.

Just throw away your own life.

Facts also proved that my choice was right. Just when I used my bayonet to check one by one in the smoke to see if the Vietnamese soldiers were still alive... How to check? Isn't that simple? Just use the bayonet to stab them one by one, it will work.

Those who can scream are alive, and those who cannot scream are dead!

However, this is not necessarily the case. People who are stabbed alive may not scream, right? Just when I was very relieved about my own safety, a figure suddenly appeared behind me and strangled me from behind.

neck.

I couldn't help but scream in my heart, this guy was lucky enough to avoid the explosion, then he insisted on not getting up to dodge my bullet, and finally endured the pain under my bayonet without saying a word until I was about to
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