The campaign against the defense group ended before dawn.

After the whole battle, only six Vietnamese prisoners were captured, and maybe the other soldiers didn't think they had anything, but this was unimaginable for me, a veteran who had fought in the Korean War for three years.

At the beginning, even after the Turkish brigade was surrounded and beaten by us, there were still dozens of prisoners. Not to mention the other puppet army or United Nations troops, there are so many prisoners that we can't afford to raise them, and most of them are disarmed and let go. And now, the number of enemies captured in this battle is only in the single digits......

Although there is also the factor that our army does not want to be taken prisoner, it is undeniable that the resistance of the Vietnamese army is very tenacious, and they are almost desperate in the end.

We are fighting to the death, and they are fighting to the death

Some might say that it's not always like this on the battlefield? On the battlefield, it is true that it is necessary to fight hard, but more often than not, when one side is fighting to the death, the momentum of the other side will be suppressed and then retreat. To say that it is ugly is to run away, and to say that it is good is to avoid its sharpness.

Just like on the battlefield of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, it was often our side that did not want to die at the beginning, and the United Nations troops were frightened and retreated, and then switched to long-range artillery or aircraft bombing. With airplanes and cannons, that is what they dare not fight with us face-to-face

But now, both sides of the enemy and us are fighting desperately, everyone is desperate, and no one can suppress anyone...... So the fight was unprecedentedly fierce

I can understand that the Vietnamese army can fight, after all, they are people who have fought for decades. However, our army was able to fight in this way, but it was greatly unexpected to me.

To be honest, from the very beginning of this battle, I had no confidence in my troops. Insufficient training, outdated tactics, outdated equipment, and 'chaotic' commands...... None of this satisfies me. It can even be said that, apart from some modern equipment, there is nothing comparable to the volunteer army during the Korean War.

However, after seeing the soldiers of Ma Zhanfu sacrifice their lives to blow up the enemy's pillboxes last night, I seem to have found confidence in them again, and I saw in them the shadow of the volunteer soldiers

This reminds me of my former comrades-in-arms who lived and died together, of Commander Pang, who has always trusted me, of my cold-gun troops, and of Lin Xue and Jin Qiulian......

Are they okay now? I don't know where it is now, is it dead, or is it on another battlefield? Or are you already living a carefree life at home?

A breeze blew and I felt cold on my cheeks, and then I realized that my face was full of tears.

Quietly wiped away his tears and cast his eyes on the sides of the trenches. The soldiers were busy with their own business, some were wiping their guns, some were bandaging their wounds, and some were holding their guns and staring at the void in front of them, not knowing what they were thinking. And Instructor Xie took out a small notebook and wrote something on his lap as usual......

"Instructor, what are you writing?" Alziri couldn't help asking.

"Yes, the instructor" Junzi also likes to be lively, and shouted when he came up: "We are the world with guns, and the instructor is with both poles and pens, tell us what to write?" ”

"Didn't write anything" Director Xie blushed, and replied a little embarrassedly: "Just write a few words to play, busy with your go"

"I'll tell you what......" The deputy company commander smiled: "Xie Zhiyuan is a cultural person, he writes poems, do you know?" ”

"Writing poems" Hearing what the deputy company commander said, the soldiers became even more energetic, and surrounded them with a hula: "Instructor, read it to us, what poems did you write?" ”

"Go, go, go...... Written to play"

"Instructor" I was also a little interested, and 'interjected' and said: "Just read it to the comrades, if you are embarrassed, let me read it."

As he spoke, he didn't care whether the instructor agreed or not, so he snatched the diary over. I read it to the moonlight......

"On the day of your birthday, you sacrificed ......"

I couldn't help but be stunned when I read this, and the soldiers who had been coaxing with me also quieted down.

After a moment of silence, I continued:

"On the day of your sacrifice is your birthday

On the day of your birthday, you have eliminated three enemies

On the day of your sacrifice, a victory was born

And so—

The day you were born became the day you died

and the day of thy death shall be the day of thy eternal life."

After reading a short poem, the warriors lost their voices, and all bowed their heads in silence.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's Li Chengshan" Instructor Xie replied: "My fellow countryman, today is his birthday"

I don't know who took the lead, and soon the happy birthday song was softly hummed on the trench. With the repeated "Happy Birthday to You" over and over again, an atmosphere of admirable pathos permeated the entire heights, and several soldiers couldn't help but cry in low voices, and a wave of nostalgia gradually crept up the brows of the soldiers.

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Early the next morning, our company received an order to search for the remnants of the enemy. After a little preparation, the fighters brought some dry rations and set out on their way.

In fact, I know very well in my heart that we are searching for the remnants of the enemy, but in fact, what we are really looking for is the special forces of the Vietnamese army. Between the three defense groups of Tan Mou Tan Ridge and Ghost Tun Fort, there was a vacuum zone for the defense of the Vietnamese army. It seems that there are no regular Vietnamese troops in this area, but in fact, there are countless Vietnamese army special forces hidden in those villages. In particular, Dong Deng Town, which is the main passage between China and Vietnam, is directly connected to Lang Son by railway and road, which can be said to be the big 'gate' of Lang Son. The triangular defense groups of Tanmou, Tanlong, and Guitun are actually to guard the 'intersection' center of Tongdeng. Therefore, if Dong Deng did not have a special force of the Vietnamese army, no one would believe it.

And we, this time we want to search for Tongdeng.

To be honest, I'd rather fight a tough battle than a search mission. Because the search mission is an invisible battle. Those Vietnamese agents were very cunning, and when we turned around and didn't pay attention, they were soldiers with guns, and when we started to organize the search, they put down their guns and were ordinary people, especially the old people, 'women' and children.

The children are better, but they don't play much role on the battlefield. But old people and 'women'...... But don't underestimate the old people and 'women' in Vietnam, according to the military service system of the Vietnamese, those old people are all old bones who have been soldiers for 40 or 50 years, and they have more combat experience than me. Like the old Vietnamese man we saw in a village the night before, hiding in a pyre and using a rocket launcher to spell out one of our tanks and a young and strong soldier. They are well aware of the weaknesses of various weapons and equipment, and at the same time, they are also very clear about what methods and tactics should be used to attack our weaknesses.

As for the 'female', the 'female' is inherently weak, inherently pitiful, especially the beautiful 'female', especially for those of us who have not seen a 'female' man for several months...... There is a saying in the army, that is, "being a soldier for three years, the sow is a sable cicada", not to mention that all the Vietnamese 'women' are as beautiful as fairies, and they don't wear clothes at every turn, seeing their pitiful appearance, can you do it?

I can, I really can

"Company Commander" We drove along the road towards Tongdeng Town, and Yang Songjian, who was reconnoitring in front, reported on the walkie-talkie: "I found two private houses, and I asked for instructions."

"Let me come," I commanded.

It's not that I don't trust Yang Songjian's reconnaissance ability, but I'm worried that they will be fooled like the soldiers of the Ninth Company. People who have not really experienced these things are completely unaware of the cunning of enemy agents. Just like in the Korean War, the puppet army agents could welcome us into the house with a smile on their faces, but on the other hand, they were talking in Korean about how many volunteers they had cheated and killed today......

With a few soldiers, he kicked open the wooden 'door' of the hut, and a 'woman' exclamation came from inside. Dingqing looked at it, but it was a Vietnamese 'woman' wearing ordinary people's clothes who was changing clothes, and her upper body was bare. The Vietnamese house is not very well sealed, and the sunlight penetrates through the gaps between the bamboos, shining on the two ru-rooms in front of the Vietnamese woman's breast.

The soldier's face turned red as soon as he swooped, and he turned his face away like a 'shot'. But only Junko's eyes were really hooked, and her mouth was half open and she was almost drooling. I couldn't help but curse secretly, I really can't see that this guy is still a little 'pervert'.

I glanced at the Vietnamese 'woman', sneered in my heart, and said to Hu Shaowen: "Tell her to stay in the house and don't run around"

"Yes," Hu Shaowen nodded, and quickly relayed my words to the Vietnamese 'woman'.

The Vietnamese 'woman' kept nodding her head and said to us with emotion: "Tuo, Tuo...... Kabun scared (good, good, thank you)"

But just when she was talking to Hu Shaowen, I had already quietly opened the secret button of Tokarev on my waist. This is the trouble with Tokarev's pistol, the clasp is from the top down, and there is a movement to lift the clasp before drawing the gun. It's like the M1911, the hand is 'inserted' down, the hidden buckle is lifted, and then the hand is pulled, and the gun can be shot with just one action.

If this is really the western cowboy in the movie who 'shoots' at each other with a pistol, a few of the people armed with Tokarev's pistol will have to die

"Let's go" After Hu Shaowen finished speaking, I pretended to be relaxed and waved at the soldiers. The fighters turned their heads one after another, but only Junko seemed to be a little reluctant.

The moment I turned around, I noticed that the Vietnamese 'woman' had a subtle smile on the corner of her mouth. I know what she's laughing at, she's laughing at us again, a bunch of stupid GIs. It's just that she laughed too early......

As soon as I turned around, I immediately 'drawn' my pistol, turned back, and "banged" at her head, and the Vietnamese 'woman' was full of shock, and the screams came out urgently, and she fell to the ground.

"Company Commander, Company Commander......"

The soldiers were all startled by my shot, and snatched it back after a few steps with the gun, and looked at the Vietnamese 'woman' who had fallen to the ground with an extra bullet 'hole' in the center of her eyebrows, and then looked at me, and their eyes were full of doubts and puzzles.

"Company commander, what are you doing......" Junko felt a little pity for the 'jade'.

I replied coldly, "Look at what she's holding in her hand?" Be careful."

"Clothes" Junzi stepped forward with some suspicion, flipped over the clothes in the hands of the Vietnamese 'woman', and then shivered, and then spat fiercely: "**, I was really deceived by this girl"

When the soldiers looked into the hands of the Vietnamese 'woman', they all understood that under the clothes was a grenade, and it was an anti-tank grenade, the kind that could blow a hole in a light tank. If she really succeeds, I'm afraid that none of the seven or eight of us will make it back alive.

This Vietnamese 'woman'...... Perhaps we should call her a Vietnamese 'female' agent, she is indeed very clever and knows how to use trigger-type anti-tank grenades, which blow up on the first impact, so that we have no chance of dodging. I also know how to use the trick of changing clothes, first use our bodies to 'confuse' and 'confuse' our eyes, and then use clothes to block the grenades in our hands...... She is even very good at acting, because of her pitiful appearance, she has successfully deceived all the fighters.

But......

She still ignored one point. If she is an ordinary person, if she is really changing clothes, then the moment we rush into the room, she should instinctively use her clothes or hands to block her vital parts, instead of boldly 'straightening' her chest for fear that we will not be able to see

As it turned out, I was right, and she didn't come to pull the safety pin of the anti-tank grenade after all.

"You all listen to me," I said to the soldiers outside the house, "On the battlefield, there are only friends and enemies, no old people, no children, and no women. ”

"Understood," the fighters replied loudly.

The troops marched to Tongdeng again, only this time, the guns in the hands of the soldiers were held tighter, and it seemed to have a sense of being on the battlefield. This shows that the soldiers have enough knowledge and attention to this matter, and this is what I want.

Ten households in Dong Dang town were empty, and most of the common people fled to Hanoi before the war. So we walked through the street for a long time without seeing a single person, except for a few wild dogs hiding in the alleys and barking, and everywhere there was a bleak scene.

Although it is sparsely populated, the soldiers still meticulously search from house to house, they are better than me, and they are not as savage as me to kick the 'door'.

Of course, they don't knock on the 'door' to ask if the owner is not at home, or if they can go in and search for it...... If that's the case, then the owner asks us if we have a search warrant, and then we won't be able to do it

This happened during the search of the Ninth Company before, and the Vietnamese army had long been prepared for us to break through the 'gate' and enter, and often arranged a small mechanism or trip-type mine behind the 'gate'. Therefore, under my orders, the soldiers used to knock on the 'door' all used grenades, which is why we carried dozens of boxes of grenades when we set off this time, without taking anything with us......

Not to mention, this method really works, at least a third of the 'doors' of these houses are hidden mechanisms. Of course, this does not rule out that some of the organs were set up by Vietnamese people because they were worried that someone would break into the 'door', but I think most of them were traps set by the Vietnamese army's special forces.

After searching for more than ten minutes, a soldier came to me with four old men and two 'women'.

"Search" I coldly threw out a few words: "Search me carefully"

Because no one knew these Vietnamese, we couldn't tell if they were civilians or soldiers, so we could only tell whether they were armed or not.

"Yes" The soldiers answered, and without saying a word, they searched for the old men, but no one dared to do anything about the two 'women'.

"What are you doing?" I yelled at the two fighters standing behind the Vietnamese 'woman' and asked, "Still not doing it?" ”

"Yes" Under my gaze, the two warriors leaned their rifles behind their backs, and then trembled and started to move. But I was helpless to find that they didn't dare to touch the key parts of Vietnamese 'women'......

Can this also be called a body search? I couldn't help but smile bitterly, and as I expected, nothing was found. Those old men are 'smart' like ghosts, and they know we're going to be searched, so even agents don't carry their weapons with them. And those 'women'......

"Done searching?" I asked.

"Report that the company commander has finished searching" The soldiers responded, and the two soldiers who searched for the Vietnamese 'women' were still red-faced, and they were so nervous that they didn't dare to look at the two Vietnamese 'women'.

I didn't speak, and walked in front of a relatively 'fat' Vietnamese 'woman' in three or two steps. Before she could react, my hand was already inside her collar.

With an exclamation, the Vietnamese 'woman' struggled desperately with her hands to protect her 'chest'. He still shouted desperately: "Du ...... Go to the floating ......" (Vietnamese: don't, help) is also like an unbearable good family 'woman' and 'woman'

The warriors also looked at me with an uncanny look. It seemed that I couldn't believe that I would do this, and there were even a few fighters who were about to rush up to stop me......

But when I pulled my hand out, the fighters all understood, and I had a miniature pistol in my hand

"What is this?" I threw my pistol in front of the two soldiers who searched me, and said fiercely: "Search me again, search me everywhere, or you will get me out of my company, understand?" ”

"Understood" The two fighters responded, and hurriedly searched the two Vietnamese 'women' again. Sure enough, a pistol was found......