"Da Da Da!"

Bullets kept flying towards the North Vietnamese soldiers, and in the middle of the night, they pressed a line of fire, and just as they were being seen by the naked eye, they burrowed into the bodies of the North Vietnamese soldiers.

In the dark night, he could not see the enemy clearly, and he could only distinguish the direction of the North Vietnamese soldiers by relying on the memory of the day's battles and the tongues of fire spewing from the muzzles of the guns.

"Lee! Bruce Lee! ”

I don't know if Li Yaoting is injured, Xiao Mubai is summoning Li Yaoting. Bruce Lee is Jack's name for Li Yaoting.

Without the assistance of his teammates, the firepower was much weaker when counterattacking the North Vietnamese army, and Xiao Mubai became isolated, and Xiao Mubai urgently needed Li Yaoting at this moment.

Even if it's injured, it's better than no sound at all. The feeling of being alone is truly hopeless.

Screams and gunfire resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Sergeant! Ahem, ahem! ”

Hearing Li Yaoting's sound, Xiao Mubai finally breathed a sigh of relief and called out to the rest of the people.

At this time, the people in the squad seemed to wake up and responded one by one.

No one was hurt, which is thankful. But who the half leg is, Xiao Mubai doesn't know.

“GO！”

Lying on the bank of the river, he shot at the North Vietnamese soldiers with a gun.

In the dark, bullets fly like a line of fire, and if you are not careful, a stray bullet will fly over and burrow into the person's body.

The sound of hurried footsteps came, and just listening to the sound, you knew how many soldiers there were in the North Vietnamese army.

At this time, the American soldiers who encountered the surprise attack all reacted, although they were disgraced by the grenade just now, and now they are shooting at each other with weapons, and they have not experienced a long time of chaos.

This raid caused a certain degree of damage to the US military.

Later, under the organization of the sergeant, the American soldiers counterattacked the North Vietnamese army one after another.

The darkness of the night makes it difficult to see clearly, and it becomes difficult to fight back.

However, the soldiers always have a way to cope with the dark night sky.

The tongue of fire erupting from the muzzle of the gun revealed the position of the soldiers, and Xiao Mubai shot at these areas.

"Da Da Da!"

The bullets were fired in that direction, and there was a popping sound of flesh and blood, and the North Vietnamese soldiers snorted and fell to the ground.

There was no human figure in the night, and there was no blood splashing in the night.

After the shot, Xiao Mubai quickly moved his position and rolled down.

Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Mubai shifted his position, a series of bullets came over, and a line of fire extended over.

Xiao Mubai looked at the position and pulled the trigger, but there was a clicking sound from the M16 rifle.

It was stuck.

"Over there!"

Xiao Mubai shouted, Li Yaoting reacted instantly, and shot a string of bullets towards that side, and then immediately after, there was the sound of North Vietnamese soldiers falling down.

You don't have to think about it, you know that there are many soldiers in the North Vietnamese Army.

Xiao Mubai took the prepared gun next to him and threw a grenade backhand.

"Boom!"

The grenade exploded in the crowd, and in an instant shrapnel scattered and tore apart the person's body.

By the light of the fire, Xiao Mubai saw the situation in the field clearly.

"Da Da Da!"

Xiao Mubai hit a string of bullets, and before the two North Vietnamese soldiers could react, they were shot and fell to the ground.

Bullets flew in his ears, and he accidentally hit his head, and no matter how hard the steel helmet was, he couldn't stop it.

At this time, the counterattack of the American army has already begun.

Replenished with a large amount of ammunition, the bullets rained down on the North Vietnamese soldiers as if they were dying.

Under the dense firepower network, the North Vietnamese troops who were collectively charging were shot one after another.

"Flashbang!"

Xiao Mubai shouted, staring at him as he shouted.

The Japanese soldier fired a flare, and suddenly the position became bright, and the figures of the North Vietnamese soldiers were revealed.

"Fire!"

Xiao Mubai gave an order, and all the U.S. troops who had been prepared around opened fire, and the bullets smashed into the North Vietnamese army like hail.

"Da Da Da!"

Just when Xiao Mubai was fighting, the U.S. military base in Polyme was brightly lit.

Just another wave of wounded has been delivered, and in a rudimentary field hospital, the military doctor performs emergency surgery on the soldiers.

The field hospital was built in tents, with rows of beds underneath, nothing else, and it looked empty and bare.

This should be the most rudimentary field hospital.

Next to the tent, American soldiers carried a corpse, a wounded man who had not been rescued, now dead and wrapped in a body bag.

They lifted the body aside, then lowered it like cargo and began to carry another body.

Under the empty tent, the red light looked extremely strange, shining on the white medical clothes of the military doctors, and the blood on the body was even more dazzling.

A strong smell of blood permeated, mixed with the pungent smell of disinfectant, which irritated everyone present and made people want to vomit.

At this moment, the military doctor's face was full of exhaustion, and the medical uniform turned red, covered with blood, and looked like an abstract oil painting.

At the moment, he didn't have time to care about this, just took care of the rescue, and the pale nurse next to him wiped his sweat from time to time.

The wounded were injected with morphine, unconscious, and looked like dead people if they weren't breathing.

On the bloody rescue table, there was a wounded man, and some minced meat was left next to him. The minced meat had just been cut off, like cutting pork, and now it is left here, I don't know how many people it was.

On the ground under the rescue table, blood was like stagnant water, gathering in potholes, constantly flowing to low places, like gurgling water.

The wounded man was shot in the chest, the bullet entered his lungs, and the blood continued to spurt out, and the chest that had just been scrubbed clean suddenly became messy.

He stood like a corpse, as if asleep, and let the medic cut open his flesh, peel off his chest, stick tweezers into his guts, and take out the tiny bullet.

When a blood-stained bullet is taken out, "Bang! "If you drop on the tray, it means that the rescue is over.

The military doctor said in a dry throat.

"Next!"

The wounded man was carried down, and the wound would be treated by the nurse, and now the military doctor could not manage it.

Then another wounded man was brought up.

And just like that, it never seemed to stop.

So far, the military doctor has not been able to remember how many waves of wounded it is.

Every time the helicopter landed, it would bring down the wounded one by one, and then rescue them in a rudimentary hospital.

Since yesterday at noon, this kind of rescue has not stopped, and the military doctor only rested a little in the evening.

At that time, while the medic was still resting, the helicopter departed, and when it returned, it brought back the wounded.

The military doctor began to rescue, and then the helicopter was ready to leave.

Two or three American soldiers carried buckets and washed the helicopter cabin, blood and water mixed together and washed away, flowing down the hatch and onto the ground, soaking and infiltrating the fertile ground.

Bloody and tragic.

The American soldiers were pale, and after rinsing, they couldn't care anymore, and lay down next to them and vomited.

It was the early hours of November 15 when the first wave of wounded arrived in the X-ray area.

PS: The deposit is finally over, and it will only be updated every day in the future, so the release time will not be fixed, but I guarantee that it will be updated every day. I recommend a book from my good friend Yushi page "A Generation of Warriors", well, it is the first one forced by the military classification, a very interesting story, you can read it when you have time.