War is cruel, war is cruel!

My soldiers and I numbly pulled the trigger and watched as the Vietnamese soldiers fell in front of us in rows, and in a short time the road at the foot of the mountain was full of corpses, on the road, in the muddy water, in the grass...... There was blood and severed limbs everywhere, and the whole shijie turned into a crimson patch, as if it had just been taken out of the red dye vat.

The Vietnamese army's counterattack can be said to be insignificant, but we did not fight easily.

This is not to say how difficult the war was, in fact, at this time, except for a few soldiers who had lost their minds and were still shooting indiscriminately, most of the others were busy running for their lives...... But it is precisely this that causes us considerable psychological pressure.

In some ways, we also hope that the Vietnamese army will have the ability to resist...... At least that means we're being forced to kill them, at least we'll feel like it's war, and at least we'll know we're killing to survive!

But now...... When we shoot rows of bullets at the Vietnamese soldiers who are desperate to flee for their lives, and when we watch them cry and scream, we naturally have the illusion that this is not a war, this is a massacre, and we are all murderers......

There is a saying that "people can be ruthless if they are not grass and trees", and when the executioner kills more people and kills more, there are times when he is soft, not to mention that we are not executioners, not to mention that many of us are new recruits who have just entered the battlefield...... Some of the fighters even shouted while firing their guns, and no one knew what they were shouting, but we understood that they were just pouring out the fear of killing through their shouts.

Ultimately. Our firing stopped as the Vietnamese raised their hands and knelt on the ground. Although at this time there are still some people who sneak into the jungle. Although they are still within our range...... But we don't have the courage to shoot anymore.

That's when I realized that it takes courage to go on the battlefield, it takes courage to fight the enemy, and it takes courage to kill the enemy.

The battle ended for the time being, ending with our brilliant victory. Even those Vietnamese tanks did not slip through the net, and without exception they were blown up by bazooka shooters in the canyon. The reason for this was that a number of tanks had been destroyed in the canyon before, and the wreckage of those tanks made the passage very narrow, and the American light tanks were not enough to push away the wreckage, so after the bazooka men concentrated their fire on the first tank. They have lost all hope of escape.

We should have cheered for this victory, but no one did...... Because no one thinks it's something to boast about. At this time, the Vietnamese army was already short of ammunition because of the lack of supplies for a long time, and we were not much different from killing a bunch of unarmed people...... We know they're enemies, and there's nothing wrong with us doing so, but there's a chill in our hearts.

However, the battle did not end with the surrender of these Vietnamese troops in front of them, because these Vietnamese troops were only a small part of the Fifth Infantry Division, and the 581 Heights where we were stationed could be said to be the throat of the retreat of the Fifth Infantry Division......

I don't know how many batches were knocked down, and some ran away. Some surrendered.

All we know is that our fingers that pull the trigger hurt, and the rifle is changed one after another. Zuihou almost everyone is using the M16.

Except, of course, for me, the company commander. The advantages of my use of a sniper rifle are: first, the bullets are relatively economical, and it is enough for me to bring more than 100 rounds of ammunition. The other is to shoot when I want to, and shoot when I don't...... For example, now, I will command, although I don't seem to need to do it at all.

Zuihou finally waited for his own troops...... The first to come up were the first and third companies led by Battalion Commander Luo, and they were stunned by the patches of corpses in front of them and the black prisoners squatting in the col.

After the war, I learned from the containment team...... There were 500 or 600 Vietnamese soldiers in the vicinity of Heights 581, not counting those who were wounded and fled, and those who were blown up to pieces.

"Second Company Commander ......" Battalion Commander Luo is also very familiar with this 581 heights, so it didn't take much effort to find me.

I knew he wanted to praise me for playing well or something, but I didn't have the heart to listen to him, but interrupted him very dryly and said, "Battalion Commander Luo, I ask for a rest!" ”

I'm not asking for credit, but I really can't hold on, you know, we have hardly had a few days of rest in the past two months, and we have been fighting since the first day of the counterattack...... Even a man of iron will collapse. Among them, the recruits may be better, but they have also experienced the great contrast between peace and blood, and they also need to rest.

Of course, Company Commander Luo knew this very well, so he nodded without thinking about it: "No problem, I will arrange haode!" You retreat to the county seat to rest for a while! ”

I was relieved to have Battalion Commander Luo's words, grabbed the gun and waved at the soldiers and walked off the position. As for what kind of prisoners, what ammunition depot...... I don't even want to care about it, there's only one thing on my mind right now, and that's to get out of this hellish place!

Battalion Commander Luo is a careful person, arranged several cars to send us to the county seat, and arranged a place for us to live in the county seat in advance...... Moreover, these dwellings are not tents or brick kilns like we used to live in, but a few bungalows that Captain Liu borrowed from his fellow villagers.

What Regiment Commander Liu meant was that he felt that we had made great contributions on the front line, and we all came back at the risk of our lives, so we couldn't be treated badly.

In addition, the common people of this era are also very simple, as soon as they heard that the soldiers who came down from the front line needed to rest, they vacated the house without saying a word, and the head of Liu originally wanted to give them some money to rent, but the villagers said that they didn't want anything, so we lived in the private house.

Although the condition of this house is not very good, it should be said that it should be considered very poor if you look at it from a modern point of view, but at least there is a bit of a home feeling here, at least there are tiles to cover the head, and there are pots and stoves...... That night, the cooks cooked a big pot of hot white rice for us in this private house, and then fried a pot of green vegetables with the ingredients sent by the villagers, plus a bacon and scrambled eggs......

This is a fairy-like enjoyment, and what makes us veterans even more happy...... As soon as the recruits saw the pot of bacon and scrambled eggs, they hid away and didn't touch it.

As people who have come over, of course we know what is going on, the color of the bacon is black and red, like corpses and blood on the battlefield, of course they can't stand it when they have just had the battlefield experience. This is cheaper for us veterans, and we will divide up the bacon and scrambled eggs with a hula.

We, the veterans, will be able to stand it? If you want me to say...... As long as you have avoided and slept in the tunnel, even the most disgusting things can be suppressed.

We have nothing to find fault with such an arrangement from our superiors. When it was dark, the soldiers spread their marching blankets on the ground and lay down in all directions.

But strangely, we are tired...... I haven't closed my eyes for a day and night, and I'm still tired from being highly nervous on the battlefield, but there are many people who can't sleep.

"Company commander!" Wang Kechang asked in a whisper in the dark, "When can we go home?" ”

"Come on!" I said, "The rear troops have finished training as soon as they are done...... It's going to replace us! ”

"Company commander!" The scholar said with some worry: "Now that other troops are coming to replace us, does that mean that we will come to exchange other troops in the future?" ”

I was speechless for a while, you must know that the Vietnam War has been fought for ten years, and of course the troops have been changed in batches, otherwise who can hold on like this for ten years without wavering?

"Don't think so much!" Scar replied across the board in another room, "Let's go back alive and worry about the future!" ”

As soon as Scar said this, everyone was silent, which is the most realistic problem...... Today's battle may not be our Zuihou battle, can we go back alive?

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After two days of rest in the house, I basically recovered some of my strength.

During this period, we took a break to take a bath in the river, and then changed into the new military uniform sent to us by Regiment Commander Liu, and the military appearance became a little different.

But even so...... We still realized that something was wrong with us.

Those recruits are okay, they are all walking around the street and playing. And we, the veterans...... Although when I was hiding in the tunnel, I thought about how to play and how to have fun when I returned to the rear...... But when I really arrived in the county to face this shijie, I found that I couldn't integrate into this society.

For example, when we go out on the street, we will always feel that there is danger, and when we see a person wearing a national costume, we will wonder if he is a Vietnamese army agent, and when we hear the sound of guns and cannons in the distance, we will naturally find a place to hide......

In short, our behavior seems to be a strange person to outsiders, and it seems a little abnormal, which makes us veterans prefer to hide in private houses rather than go out on the streets...... Hiding with your comrades in this room is settled, and you will have a sense of security, and when you go out into the street in small groups, you will feel like you are surrounded by the enemy.

I remember the old man telling me about it, what was it called...... Battlefield syndrome, I didn't believe in this thing before, didn't I think it was just a little psychological delusion? It's good to get over it!

But now that it really falls on me, it feels a little different.

It's not ...... I'm used to being a cadre, and I always talk to the people in a tone of ordering my subordinates...... I was a little skeptical that if I fought for a while longer, I would be able to adapt to life in the rear when I returned. (To be continued......)