Chapter 112: Latent

"How are you going to fight?" Scar then asked.

"Just an ambush!" I replied, "Then what else is there to fight?" How about I guard the east road, and you guard the north and south paths? ”

"That's fine!" Scar nodded: "The question is have you ever thought that the Vietnamese army agents may be dressed up as the People's Liberation Army when they go out of the village, plus it will be dark, and they will ...... when the time comes."

I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this, and secretly said that this ginger is still old and spicy! Why didn't I think of that...... Scar is right, the Vietnamese army agents originally came out to fight an infiltration war, let's go to the ambush like this, although it is to be prepared to fight unprepared, but in this dark night, if no one can tell who is mixed together, then how can we fight? Maybe those of us who went to the ambush will end up like a three-in-a-row, and we will fight for a long time and wait for dawn to come out and take a look--almost all of us are our own people......

After thinking about it, I said to Scar: "Otherwise, let's pass on the order, all the soldiers are not allowed to stand up on their stomachs, and they are not allowed to clean the battlefield, and all the people who are standing are knocked out......"

"Cheng, you ......" Scar thought about it and felt that this method was indeed feasible, so he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Not bad! It's a good idea, so let's do it! At night, I will breathe a bad breath for those comrades who sacrificed! ”

"That's right! A breath for them, and a breath for us! I replied, and the two large hands clasped tightly together.

That night, Scar and I split up and went to the village of Kumeng with their warriors.

The station was only twenty minutes away from the predetermined hiding place, and in order to prevent the Vietnamese army agents from discovering the slightest clue, we were very careful to conceal all the way. It was not until forty minutes that I came to the main road into the village.

It is said to be the main road. In fact, it is only a mountain road that can accommodate two or three people walking side by side. In the starlight, it zigzags like a python into the village. The village is full of bamboo and wooden houses built by Vietnamese people, and next to it is a crisscrossing of rice paddy ditches, and the occasional cow moo and dog barking can be heard......

This is also characteristic of Vietnamese mountain villages under the occupation of the People's Liberation Army.

Just imagine, we don't know how many days we haven't eaten a bite of hot rice and fresh meat, if other countries were in our position, we would have rushed to the village and snatched all the chickens, ducks, and cows of those villagers and brought them to a delicious meal.

However, this is not the case with Chinese soldiers, whose superiors still rigidly ask us to implement the "three major disciplines and eight points of attention", and still require us not to take a stitch from the common people...... The Vietnamese army took advantage of us. Infiltrate a large number of agents among the common people, they are ordinary people during the day, and they are an army with guns at night......

When I arrived at the predetermined location, I immediately arranged for each squad leader to command his soldiers to lurk on both sides of the mountain road.

My arrangement was as follows: Wu Zhijun and I were ambushed at the front with a squad, and our task was to act as an outpost to provide alert for other troops, and second, to cut off the enemy's retreat during the battle. The second and third classes lurked more than 100 meters away from us, one on the left and one on the right, and the three classes formed an encirclement for the mountain road.

Since our company had already fought several battles and captured a lot of weapons, these weapons were supposed to be surrendered, but the superiors, considering the outstanding achievements of our company, allowed us to leave the weapons and make our own arrangements. Therefore, although most of the company's reinforcements are newly replenished, the weapons in our hands are all automatic weapons such as Type 56 submachine guns or AK47s. Under such a configuration of firepower. I'm not worried at all as someone who has been in the war. Because I know that as long as the enemy agents enter this encirclement, it will basically be the end of our army's complete victory.

However, I thought so, but not the newly replenished soldiers, as can be seen from their rapid breathing and pale faces.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but curse in my heart: I also said that these supplementary soldiers are all veterans, what kind of veterans are these, and they are not all the same as those new soldiers......

My fighters and I scattered to find a suitable position and lurked, and as time went on, I realized that the battle was not as simple as I had imagined.

The difficulty mainly comes from the difficulty of lurking, lying on the ground and not moving, which is easier said than done, because I was worried that the Vietnamese army agents would set up a few secret posts in the village, so I gave an order before I set out so that all the soldiers were not allowed to speak or move during the lurking period.

Now that the order has been issued, I, the platoon commander, naturally have to take the lead and set an example. In other words, this is the hardship of being a platoon commander and company commander, these low-level cadres, whether high or low, this benefit is not at all, if the order issued by the superior is not completed, it is easy to find us first, and the soldiers below are also staring at each other, just waiting for us cadres to take the lead......

This is not? It was a torment for someone as active as me to lie motionless, and if I had a computer or a mobile phone, I could spend my time, but these were obviously fantasies, and there was nothing in front of me except the weeds that were constantly swaying in the mountain wind.

It's just boring, forbearance will pass quickly, and what is even more unbearable is this unnamed insect, needless to say, mosquitoes, always tirelessly flying around in our ears, looking for all opportunities to attack us, and what is more painful is that we can't drive them away at this time, so we have to let them stare and bite on our bare skin, and after a while, it will be painful and itchy, and I just hate to grit my teeth and gurgle. If it weren't for the fear that it would make people laugh when they went back so empty-handed, I would have ordered the team to return to the camp a long time ago.

The other bugs were fine, just crawling around on them, but sometimes these guys would burrow into their clothes along the collar and cuffs...... It's painful, if it's going to drill down the body, it's okay to use a little force or move the body a little bit to crush it to death, if it's to drill into the back...... Then you have to let it scratch and scratch inside, and those who have not experienced it will naturally not be able to know the pain in it.

I've seen this kind of lurking situation in modern movies and television, and I wondered what is this? It's only when it actually happens to me that I realize that it's going to drive people crazy, and sometimes I even wish I could fight a good fight or simply die under the enemy's guns!

It's all inexperienced! When I come back to lurk, I'll have to tie the cuffs and collar with a rope or something!

However, having the company of these little bugs is not all bad, it can temper our patience, and it can also remind us not to fall asleep. If someone can still fall asleep in this situation, then I think his patience can almost reach the point of becoming an immortal.

After waiting in agony for more than three hours, my patience was little by little corroded by the insects and mosquitoes around me, and the warriors became resentful from the initial excessive nervousness. This can be heard from the occasional gasps and muffled grunts around the surroundings.

I looked at the Shanghai brand watch on my wrist, and the hands were already pointing to one o'clock in the night.

Maybe this Vietnamese agent won't be able to act tonight, I think so in my heart, the Vietnamese army agents have been sneaking up on our army's positions at around 12 o'clock during this time, and now it's all at one o'clock...... So I thought about closing the team.

In fact, I know in my heart that I don't have the patience and energy to stay here anymore, so I will find an excuse for myself that is not an excuse.

But after thinking about it, I went back with nothing after suffering this night's sin, and I was unwilling to do it, not to mention that I still came up with this method to lurk around the village, if I went back like this, it would not be my own slap in the mouth, so I gritted my teeth and endured it.

Fortunately, I didn't give the order to close the team at this time, but after a while, I saw a few black shadows with hoes on their backs in the binoculars......

It's a little past one o'clock in the middle of the night, and someone has gone down to the field so early?

I immediately blew a few breaths according to the code words of two short and one long, which was to inform the squad leaders that there was a situation and let them prepare for battle.

This pair of walkie-talkies was specially prepared for this operation, and it would have been good if the walkie-talkies could be equipped to the company. But we were equipped to ...... This is the benefit of the heroic company that has won the battle, and now we can say that we want guns and guns, food and food, and equipment if we want equipment...... It's just a pity that there are almost all the good equipment, and we can't even bring much with us.

After a while, there was a long and a short echo over the intercom, and it was the squad leaders who told me that they had received orders. Suddenly, the whole ambush area was silent, the sound of gasping and snorting was gone, only the insects were still chirping without a sound, and the mosquitoes were still buzzing in our ears......

I slowly raised the sniper rifle in my hand and looked through the scope at the few dark shadows that came out of the entrance of the village, and after observing them for a while, I became more and more convinced that they were not ordinary people, because they were looking around all the way, and sometimes they would deliberately walk into the grass beside the mountain road for a while and then turn back.

Obviously, they didn't go to the field to farm, and they came out to reconnoiter if there was anything going on outside. Fortunately, the ambush circle we set up is still a little far from the village, otherwise they might have been able to see the clues.

After a while, I saw those black shadows beckoning to the village, and soon a group of people ran out of it, more than twenty of them, some in military uniforms, some in the clothes of the common people, but all of them had submachine guns in their hands. Needless to say, it must be an agent of the Vietnamese army.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy: Lao Tzu's hard work here all night was finally not in vain! (To be continued......)