CHAPTER XXVII

There were four Vietnamese soldiers who rushed into the house, one of them was seriously injured and only snorted a few times in his mouth, and two were not lightly injured, but because the light was too dim, they couldn't see where they were injured, and they only knew that they still had some combat effectiveness for the time being. Another one didn't know if it was good luck or high quality, but he didn't hurt at all...... But this just made him die faster.

It was none other than me who killed him, or me!

I slowly approached him while the other Vietnamese soldiers were not looking, and then I covered his mouth with one hand and sent the thorn into his lung lobe diagonally with the other...... This method of killing was learned from the old man, the bayonet was placed flat and tilted up diagonally to prevent the military stab from getting stuck in the flank, and piercing into the lobe of the lung could make the target's lungs congested, unable to breathe, and unable to make a sound. So sometimes I think the old man takes killing people as a science.

It wasn't difficult to do that, after all, we were surrounded by a wooden hut, surrounded by gunfire and explosions, and many bullets piercing through the planks and whistling above our heads, even if it was a big deal to let the wounded Yue devils know that their companions were dead, they were killed by stray bullets!

The difficulty is that I have never killed an enemy at such a close distance, and even in hand-to-hand combat before, it was a step away, but now I have to hold him tightly from behind in order not to make too many movements and sounds...... Although I have killed a lot of people, it still makes me shudder when he feels the struggle and trembling of the severe pain when he is stabbed, and the unwillingness convulsions of Zuihou before he dies.

How ruthless and cold-blooded it must be to ignore a person who is so lifeless in his arms, I only know that at that time, a chill went straight from the soles of my feet to my head, and the hand covering my mouth felt the blood spurting out of him, and I only felt a churning in my stomach, and a sense of horror that I could flee as far as I could...... But I knew that I couldn't run away, and I couldn't move, because there were a few injured Yue devils not far away......

Weishenme wants to kill the ones who are not injured and only leave the injured? The injured only care about their own injuries, where will they think about whether the people around them are real or false, and the people who are not injured are very sober in their heads, right? If they find any flaws, it will undoubtedly be a chicken-and-egg situation...... So who else can you kill if you don't kill him?

Just as I was about to enter the tunnel with my soldiers, a Vietnamese shout came from inside: "Password......

I know Vietnamese, but I don't know the password...... So that's something I can't answer. I couldn't help but secretly say in my heart that these devils are really cautious, in such an urgent situation, I would rather let my comrades risk their lives outside and wait than let people in casually, fortunately, I have been prepared, so I gave Scar a look, Scar is also a smart person, and he will quickly carry the wounded in his hand to the mouth of the tunnel......

It's true that we're fake devils, but these wounded are not, so they'll definitely know the password to enter the tunnel.

Sure enough, the wounded shouted loudly inside in Chinese: "People's Liberation Army! ”

I couldn't help but lean on in my heart: the password used by the Yue devil turned out to be the Chinese "People's Liberation Army".

But this seems to be normal, if in the dead of night, the sound of the devil shouting the password is heard by our PLA soldiers, they still think who is chatting inside!

From this point of view, the more devil's mind is really meticulous.

Perhaps, this is not something that anyone can imagine, but a set of secrecy mechanisms that they have naturally formed after so many years of long-term combat.

Soon it was our turn, and I grabbed the bloodstained dirt on the ground, wiped it on my face, gritted my teeth, and went into the pit.

After a foul smell, the space instantly became very narrow, and it was dark in front of me without any light, and in the darkness I only heard someone urging me not to stop, so I had to move forward in a daze.

To be honest, I don't like it, not because the tunnel is so low and low that I have to go on my back, but because I can't figure out where it is. I don't know where I am, I don't know if my soldiers are following me, I don't even know if the people in front of me are friend or foe...... At this time, I felt that I had lost contact with my comrades-in-arms, and I was already fighting alone!

I have to admit that I didn't think of this before, and it reminds me of what the old man said: there are always more difficulties in actual combat than you think.

I followed the people in front of me for an unknown amount of time, and I finally found a ray of light in front of me, and I suddenly became scared again, because I was afraid that they would see that something was wrong......

The front was getting brighter and brighter, and finally we came to our destination, a habitat dozens of square meters.

Later, I learned that the tunnels of the Yue Devils were actually made up of countless passages connected to such habitats. Habitats are used to store materials or for people to rest, large and small as needed, and each habitat will have several passages to communicate with habitats in other directions, and the whole underground tunnel is like a labyrinth......

In fact, I can already see these from a few pit openings in the habitat, so I can't help but secretly complain at this time: we don't know where these pit openings lead at all, so ...... We're going to find the Devil's ammunition depot in these cobweb-like tunnels...... It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After sitting down in the perch, I glanced around, and fortunately, the warriors were all there, and one of them was gone, which calmed my mind a little.

The warriors looked at me and Scar, consciously or unconsciously, as if waiting for our orders. But what can be done about it? Shall I capture a Vietnamese soldier and torture them or let them lead the way? It doesn't seem to do anything other than expose our identities.

I set my eyes on Scar, but I could tell from the helpless look on his face that he was helpless either.

That's when I realized how reckless my jihua was, and I could even say ...... We didn't even know anything about the underground tunnel of the devil, so we ventured down, and as a result, we couldn't advance or retreat now.

The habitat is crowded, and an upside-down flashlight is the only source of light here. There were all kinds of people under the electric light, both soldiers and ordinary people, men and women. The air was very thin, and perhaps for this reason the people in the tunnel did not talk much, except for the occasional moan or two from a few wounded. But that's exactly what I want, and I was worried that I would show my flaws because I didn't know Vietnamese!

What's next? This question broke into my mind again, and it was obvious that this place was not a place to stay for a long time, and the longer I stayed here, the more likely it was to be discovered by the Vietnamese army.

How many other troops are not? They don't know if they have mixed in? Do we need to get in touch with them first? However, I soon remembered that the devil needed a password to enter the tunnel, which meant ...... They probably didn't make it into the tunnel at all.

Obviously, we were on our own, but I had no clue about the situation in front of me, and the fear and breathless air in my heart made me want to pick up my gun and fight for a while a few times.

But in the end I managed to control myself, because I knew that there would be nothing but us annihilated. I have ten more soldiers, and I'm going to bring them back!"

At this time, my eyes fell on a few female soldiers who were bandaging the wounded with first-aid kits, and they attracted my attention because...... Most of the Vietnamese soldiers in the tunnel did not bring first aid kits, which I found from the corpses of the Vietnamese soldiers yesterday, so we did not bring a few first aid kits before we came down.

I didn't think too much about this before, I just thought that the devils were poor, how could they have a first-aid kit if they couldn't even afford to wear shoes? At this time, I think about it, I feel that something is wrong, the first aid kit should be said to be military supplies, this thing will even directly affect the combat effectiveness and morale of the troops, no one wants to wait for death on the battlefield because of a small injury that is not fatal, right? Therefore, the Soviet Union should have supplied first-aid kits at the same time as providing firearms to the Vietnamese army! The fact that the female soldiers are now treating the wounded with first-aid kits is enough to prove this.

And what about what they weishenme don't take with them? There is only one reason, their first aid kits are insufficient, after all, there are many people in this tunnel in addition to soldiers, right?

What is the solution to the shortage of first aid kits? It's about pooling the first aid kit and using it for those who need it most. Where do they focus their first aid kits?

I almost screamed in excitement at the thought of this: there is no doubt that they will keep their first aid kits in a relatively safe place, which is most likely a warehouse where food or ammunition is stored.

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