Xiao Mubai stood up with a gun, aimed at the North Vietnamese soldier and fired fiercely until he smashed his chest into a sieve.

Xiao Mubai ran over and asked on the ground.

"How are you?"

The American soldier's face was burning, half of his face was burning like solid fuel, it seemed to have burned into metal foam, and it was still glowing brightly.

The half of the face melted away, and it continued to spread.

White phosphorus adhered to the body, the uniform began to burn, and the hanging bullet chain also caught fire, and white smoke came out.

He endured excruciating pain, screaming grotesquely in his throat as he struggled like a wounded beast.

"Hold on!"

Xiao Mubai pressed his head down, pressed it tightly to the ground, took out a sharp dagger, and stabbed it towards the burning edge of his face.

The dagger stabbed into his face and sliced along the edges, like slicing tofu, slicing off half of his face, revealing the white bones inside.

"Ahh

He roared and struggled, and his face was still smoking.

After the excision of the burning site, the combustion situation is contained. The chains were ripped off, the uniforms were torn off, and the flames were extinguished as much as possible.

When Xiao Mubai looked at him for the last time, half of his face was gone, just exposed, miserable and extremely terrifying.

After that, he was sent back, and Xiao Mubai began to fight again.

The soldiers of the North Vietnamese Army in the back charged over, Xiao Mubai and their numbers were not many at this time, and their troops were at a disadvantage.

Colonel Moore called the air coordinator, Lieutenant Heath,

"Hiss!"

Heath looked up at him, and Colonel Moore hesitated, watched the brutal battle in the field, and made up his mind to say word by word.

"Call for Air Force support!"

Calling in for air support, which meant that the Army offensive failed, that is, more than 300 American troops were defeated and in a difficult situation.

Yes, that's a frustrating fact.

Although Xiao Mubai saved the fate of the second platoon, this was only at the tactical level, involving the strategic level, and Xiao Mubai could not do anything.

A person's strength seems very small in the face of the general trend, which is the will of God.

On the USS Forrestal, A6 attack planes took off, as light and agile as a petrel, and swept out of the sea.

The A6 attack aircraft drew a silvery-white arc, broke through the speed of sound at a very fast speed, and the tail of the aircraft triggered a sonic boom, and in a sharp and piercing whistling sound, it flew high into the X-ray area.

X-ray area.

People from all over the mountains rushed out, wearing hats one by one, all Viet Cong guerrillas.

Xiao Mubai half-squatted and shot at them with a gun.

Suddenly, an attack aircraft, like a Black Hawk, swooped down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lieutenant Heath was still in contact, indicating the coordinates to the Air Force pilots.

At this time, the A6 attack aircraft dropped bombs.

Napalm* bombs fell and fell to the ground, instantly igniting flames.

In an instant, the flames spread, and the flames instantly engulfed the crowd, and the Viet Cong guerrillas there were flames burning on their bodies, and their whole bodies were enveloped in flames.

Everything burned on the meadow, and a raging fire spread.

Even outside, Xiao Mubai could clearly hear the screams and screams coming from inside.

Napalm burns around, and in an instant the gasoline covers the whole body, and anything that is exposed, whether it is skin or clothing, will burn very quickly.

After a moment of flames, smoke rose into the sky, revealing a person covered in flames, a struggling Viet Cong guerrilla.

All this made the American soldiers very relieved, although they were also shocked and shocked by this cruel scene.

But when you are on the opposite side, you can't show mercy.

"Lieutenant! Be careful not to injure friendly pilots. ”

Xiao Mubai reminded Lieutenant Heath that you must know that in history, bombers accidentally injured friendly soldiers, and many American troops died under napalm* bombs, including more than a dozen people.

Such a big mistake must not happen again.

Lieutenant Heath glanced at Xiao Mubai strangely. I don't understand why the sergeant is so sure, but when he contacted the pilot, he also warned him not to accidentally get hurt.

Thankfully, the pilot who was alerted didn't make a mistake, which was a blessing in disguise.

The bombers were still bombing, and the entire battlefield turned into a sea of fire, with burning flames everywhere.

Helicopters also flew from the side, and the on-board machine guns opened fire, and the bullets hit the ground in a line, and the North Vietnamese soldiers who charged over were shot one after another.

The bullet hit the person like a fragile bird, and the body exploded with a bright blood flower, and then the body fell backwards to the ground.

This is a one-sided slaughter.

The contest between machines and people, in the face of this killing machine, no matter how many people there are, it is in vain.

After the bomber left, the flames gradually extinguished, leaving a trail of ashes and the grass on the surface burned away, revealing yellow-brown soil.

There are also smoking trees, half of the trunk is charred, leaving black carbon.

The smell of burnt gasoline wafts through the air.

Xiao Mubai is dealing with the corpses of the North Vietnamese Army at the moment.

The bodies that died under the wounds were relatively well preserved, and those who were burned to death were not so lucky.

Their faces had become unrecognizable, their clothes were burned and only ashes remained, the skin on the surface was charred, and the smell of flesh emanated from it that was disgusting.

The corpses were lifted up and placed on the ground, piled up in a vertical pile, forming a hill.

The hill of dead people's corpses is a mountain of corpses. This mountain of corpses is not two simple words, which need to be thought and imagined to be experienced, but it is truly displayed in front of you.

This 100-square-meter meadow, now bare after the artillery bombardment, is full of corpses, and I can't count how many there are.

The bullets were gathered together and piled up into a small mountain, and countless AK47s were just dropped here.

Originally, after three days of fighting in history, it ended one day earlier because of Xiao Mubai's efforts.

The day that was missing was the day when Colonel Moore sent troops to rescue the second platoon.

At this point in the battle, the Battle of Delang Valley ended.

From more than 10 o'clock in the afternoon of the first day to noon on the second day, after more than 20 hours, the battle finally ended.

The helicopter group landed, and one by one reporters rushed down, with camera microphones in their hands, long guns and short guns, and one by one rushed over to interview Colonel Moore.

Colonel Moore was silent, looking at a jubilant reporter with a feeling of out-of-place.

Colonel Moore did not speak, so the reporters turned to the others, and Xiao Mubai became their target.

"Sergeant Jack! You saved a platoon of soldiers, and it was possible to get the Silver Star Medal, how do you feel? ”

The reporter was asking Xiao Mubai.

Xiao Mubai's face was covered with blood stains, as well as sweat and gunsmoke, and his face looked like a little cat.

Xiao Mubai smiled helplessly, could he tell these reporters that he did that because of the needs of the system task.

"Click!"

A photo freezes the frame of a heroic American soldier, grinning and showing white teeth.

On the half-severed trunk of a nearby tree, a small star-striped banner fluttered in the wind.

At this point, Xiao Mubai's task is over.

(To be continued)

PS: Thank you for the tips of never deceiving people, patriots are not guilty, xtmicina, and leek steamed dumplings. In addition, I recommend a book, "The Fat Hero of the Anti-Japanese Resistance" by the personal uncle, a very interesting story, you can read it when you have time.