CHAPTER XIV

After a moment's composure, I poked my head out of the bunker again.

To be honest, it took me quite a while to overcome my fears...... The thrilling scene just now made me want to hide in the bunker until the end of this war.

But I knew that this was impossible, and that there was always a time for the Vietnamese army to retreat, and when they retreated, they would naturally focus their eyes on me......

But this look can't help but secretly cry in my heart, there are at least 30 more devils in front of me, and it is not easy for me to finish them all by myself, and more importantly...... If this continues, they will inevitably arouse their suspicions, and then it will be my end.

Wait, the more devils want to retreat, don't they?

That's right, the purpose of this detachment of the Yue Devils is to cause a riot in our army, or it can also be said that our army cannot be peaceful, so now that they have achieved their goal, they should soon retreat and then come out at another time to make trouble. Then why am I risking my life to fight them?

Thinking of this, I immediately put away my rifle, took out the first aid kit from my waist casually, plucked up the courage and pretended to check the injuries of the injured Yue Devil, and ran up......

In order to pretend to be more like, I deliberately shouted in Vietnamese to the wounded soldiers in front of me: "Comrade, comrade...... Wake up......"

Originally, I thought that this wounded soldier was dead, but I didn't expect to be called by me and opened my eyes and groaned a few times.

I couldn't help but "" in my heart, and looked at the few more devils around me, and without paying attention, I pulled out the military thorns on the wounded soldiers, and gave him a chill...... Maybe he was too nervous and scared at the time, so he didn't even care that he had just killed an unarmed and defenseless person, even though he was an enemy. What's even more ridiculous is that other people and even the wounded soldier himself thought that I was here to save him, but they didn't think that it was I who wanted his life.

When the wounded soldier didn't move at all, I groped around his waist in the dark, and sure enough, as I expected, I found a few melon-type grenades on the Yue devil...... The more devils have fought with the Yankees before, haven't they? The Yankees left behind a lot of American-style equipment when they retreated, so it's not surprising that this melon-style grenade would appear on them.

Stunned, I took out a melon-style grenade, gritted my teeth, pulled out the safety pin, and carefully pressed it under the corpse...... I learned this trick from TV, and there are too many American soldiers in modern American films who make tricks like this, and I'm just drawing a scoop from a gourd now.

But when I do this, I feel empty...... What if the insurance pin bursts? What if the grenade doesn't steady? What if someone finds out?

But there are not so many emergencies on the battlefield, isn't there a saying called "wealth and danger are sought"? The only way to kill as many enemies as possible is to take risks, although that may not be much of a risk for other warriors.

After finishing this one, I placed a few more tricks around it, and the method was simpler, just press a wooden board or brick on top of the grenade. I was even lucky enough to find an explosives bag on the ground......

In a matter of moments, the area centered on wounded soldiers was set up as a minefield with grenades and explosives packs.

Originally, I wanted to see my masterpiece in it, but then I thought about it...... Several of these grenades were crushed under bricks or wooden planks, in case a shell or grenade exploded nearby...... A shock or a shock wave could detonate it, and I'm in the middle of it, so it's no wonder if I'm not blown to pieces.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly picked up my tail and moved to the rear. Of course, in order not to attract the attention of the Vietnamese devils, I also pretended to help up a wounded Vietnamese soldier when I was transferred...... Behind him was the approving gaze of the Vietnamese army, and at this time they were only afraid that they were rejoicing: "I didn't expect that a random militia would have such a haode battlefield performance, worthy of being the militia of our 'third military power'!" ”

It's just that they may not have expected that it was I, the so-called 'militia of the third military power', that was the beginning of their nightmare.

I ran back dozens of meters...... I didn't dare to run too far, for it was too far to find my target in the dark of night; Don't dare to get too close, if you get close, don't you let the explosives bag you arranged blow up? In other words, the explosives bag I arranged just now seems to weigh eight pounds, eight pounds of explosives plus a few grenades...... I'm not stupid enough to want to be close to them!

After easily getting rid of the wounded soldiers around me, I replaced the 56 and a half magazines in my hand with a new magazine and watched the Vietnamese troops who were busy not far ahead.

At this time, I didn't shoot, because I didn't want to make the Vietnamese army suspicious at this juncture, which was obviously a matter of losing watermelons and picking up sesame seeds, and I wouldn't do it.

The Vietnamese army is still shouting and shooting everywhere in Chinese, and our camp is still chaotic and disorganized, if there is any change, it is that the gunfire and explosions in the direction of our army are more dense and more lively.

This scene is indeed a little embarrassing, but the battlefield is the battlefield, the reality is the reality, and sometimes it doesn't mean that we can do what we want. The Vietnamese army has been fighting for decades, and its combat experience and quality are clearly displayed...... This is not something that our army can catch up with in the short term, or that it is useful to say a few words that we are not afraid of sacrifice and hardship.

"Devil! Devil! Devil ......" At this time, there were several discordant shouts on the battlefield, although this cry was said to be shouted in Chinese, but our army generally called the Vietnamese army "Yue Devil".

Just when I wondered that the Vietnamese army Weishenme would make such an obvious mistake, I saw that they had quickly gathered their troops and retreated, so I understood that this was not a careless mistake they made, but a code for their retreat.

"It's finally here!" As soon as my rifle tightened, I held my breath and aimed through the crosshair at the Vietnamese troops who were retreating in my direction in an orderly manner.

To be honest, this makes people feel a little hairy, there are more than 30 soldiers, and they are more than one or two times more experienced in combat than me...... If it were on a normal battlefield, I was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with any of them. But now I'm dealing with more than 30 ......

So all my hopes were pinned on those thunderbolts.

But what makes me frown is ...... Isn't it true that the devils don't easily leave the corpses of their comrades-in-arms? Why didn't they seem to have any intention of taking the corpse with them this time?

Thinking about it, I understand, these devils are all wearing the military uniforms of the People's Liberation Army, who can accurately tell which ones are their own corpses in this dark night? What's more, they are still on the task of harassing the enemy, and one accidentally letting the enemy see through it will be the end of the entire army, so they should have a rule that they do not bring the corpses of their comrades.

Thinking of this, I can't help but secretly complain, if that's the case...... So I didn't just work in vain? I don't want to say anything in vain, I'm afraid that my little life will also be taken.

Wrong! If they don't touch it, can't I touch it? I have a gun in my hand, don't I?

Thinking of this, I didn't dare to slack off, so I immediately raised my gun and aimed at the corpse that I had arranged for the deceitful thunder, and pulled the trigger fiercely......

There was a "......boom", and an explosion was soon heard from the corpse.

However, there was no one around, and the explosion did not kill any targets. Merely...... My purpose was not to do this, under the explosion, several nearby Vietnamese soldiers reflexively dodged or lay down, so as to trigger other mines and cause a chain explosion.

So, immediately after that, there were several explosions one after another, only to blow up those Vietnamese soldiers who staggered and screamed.

The most powerful thing was the explosive bag, and with a loud bang and a dazzling fire, it was almost impossible to see anyone standing.

The smoke gradually cleared, and by the sporadic light of the burning wood around me, I saw several Vietnamese soldiers staggering up from the ground, as if they were still struggling to retreat......

I remember the old man once said that people lose their ability to think for a period of time after being shaken by a loud explosion or shock wave. It can be said that it is not easy for these surviving Vietnamese soldiers to get up from the ground and choose to flee in such a short time.

But it's a pity that they still have to go through the zuihou level, and that is the rifle in my hand!

"Bang ......"

Bullets were fired from the rifle in my hand, and under the firelight, these Vietnamese soldiers were undoubtedly live targets, and they were quite slow live targets, so that soon after a scream, there was no one who could stand up.

With a leisurely whistle, I loaded my rifle with a new magazine and opened the bayonet, and then walked up with careful steps...... Be careful to make the 10,000-year-old ship, this is a battlefield, and I don't want to lose my life because of carelessness.

Facts also proved that my choice was right, just when I used bayonets to check one after another in the smoke of gunpowder whether the Vietnamese soldiers were still alive...... How to check? Isn't that easy? Pierce with a bayonet, those who can scream and shout are alive, and those who can't shout are dead!

However, this is not always the case, and the person who is alive and pierced does not necessarily scream, isn't it? Just when I was very relieved about my back, a figure suddenly jumped up behind me and strangled my neck from behind.

I couldn't help but let out a deep cry in my heart, this guy was lucky enough to avoid the explosion, then insisted on not getting up to dodge my bullet, zuihou endured the pain under my bayonet and didn't say a word until I exposed my back in front of him......