Although the Soviet special forces wore Vietnamese military uniforms and covered their faces. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But they don't look like Asians at all, and they also have a very obvious mark on their butts, a sapper shovel.

To say that the origin of this sapper shovel is also very tortuous, originally the Soviet army did not have a special sapper shovel for the army, but the German sapper did.

In actual combat, German sappers found that the use of special steel sapper shovels could not only speed up the construction of fortifications, but also take advantage of them in white-knuckle warfare. So when Germany attacked the Soviet Union, it equipped a batch of large-scale equipment, and cut the Soviet soldiers with bayonets to cry and cry.

The Soviets captured a batch of sapper shovels and copied them. The soldiers equipped with these sapper shovels distinguished themselves throughout the Great Patriotic War and the return to Germany, and later became the ace unit of the Soviet Union.

Most of the first special forces in the Soviet Union came from this unit, so the habit of carrying this kind of sapper shovel has also been continued in the special forces, and some of them are still adhered to in later generations.

The temple here would have been a simple task, but it became complicated with the plugging of both the horn and the Soviet Union. I'm curious, what is it that attracts them?

It was difficult to use our equipment to our advantage during the day, so we set our operation for the evening.

I was worried that the security near the temple would be loose on the outside and tight on the inside, so I made the most rigorous preparations.

We took off our original combat uniforms and changed into night suits that shielded us from infrared detection.

The Vietnamese may not have infrared detection equipment, but the Soviets certainly do, which would also explain why the vigilance was so lax.

After six o'clock in the evening, a convoy drove out of the temple security area, and judging from the ruts, the weight of the things pulled on the car was not light.

After the convoy left, the level of alert in the alert area increased instead of decreasing, and judging from the excavation time of the Vietnamese, it should have been only something less important that was transported.

The process of entering the garrison was unbelievably smooth, and the expected lack of mines, sentry posts, patrols and nothing left me wondering.

At the center of the garrison is an ancient river channel in which the Vietnamese dug a large hole into the ground.

The river is mostly sand and gravel, which is very prone to landslides, and Vietnam must have taken a lot of effort to dig underground passages.

Many tents were built in the smoother part of the river, and some of the tents contained many wooden crates, as if they had been brought from underground temples.

"What's next? Go down and see? Jiang Yitao put down the binoculars and said.

"Wait, something doesn't feel right!" I took out my infrared telescope and began to scout the Vietnamese troops.

Seeing that there was a problem, it was already night, and there was no one in the tent area, and even the exposed patrols did not go to the tent area!

There are two possibilities for this situation, one is that the things in the tent area are of little value, and there is no need to arrange troops to guard them; Second, there are other protective measures in the tent area, so there is no need to waste troops.

For the sake of safety, Mao Qiang stayed in place and covered with a machine gun, and Jiang Yitao and I went down to check the situation.

The river is empty, and it is difficult to find a suitable hiding place. In addition, searchlights are arranged on the opposite riverbank, and if you are not careful, you will be spotted by the Vietnamese.

The soldiers who operate the searchlights are experienced, and the path and interval of the movement of the lights are completely irregular. Fortunately, Jiang Yitao and I were fast enough and could always pass through the danger zone in a short interval.

Having entered the tent area without any danger, we began to rummage through the tents. After entering several tents in a row, they were empty, and I didn't understand what kind of medicine the Vietnamese were selling in their gourds.

Suddenly there was a sound of talking in a tent in front of us, and we quickly stopped and carefully separated.

I have obviously observed this place with an infrared telescope before, how can there be any omission?

I gently touched the materials of the tents and couldn't help but sigh at the generosity of the Vietnamese, these Tibetan tents are all made of materials that prevent infrared detection!

Thinking about the situation I encountered when I came in, this place turned out to be a trap!

Thinking back on our experiences along the way, it seems that it did not attract the attention of the Vietnamese, and they had no reason to spend such a big price against the three of us!

"Number three calls one, number three calls number one!" Mao Qiang's anxious call came from the headset.

I took a few steps back and whispered, "What's wrong?" ”

"About forty people are going to you! What am I going to do? Mao Qiang asked.

I was taken aback by the situation, what the hell is going on? How did we get exposed?

"Do you see who they are? Is it Vietnamese or Soviet? I asked, forcing my composure.

"It doesn't seem to be, their weapons are miscellaneous, but they look combative"

Mao Qiang's words reminded me of a profession - mercenary!

But the question arises again, what are the mercenaries doing here?

"Keep an eye on them!" As I spoke, I took Jiang Yitao and hid in a tent, and now that I was attacked on both sides, I could only hide first.

"Huh! They don't seem to be in the same league as the Vietnamese! Mao Qiang said in surprise.

I was also overjoyed, and the last bit of doubt was gone, feeling that the Vietnamese were in such a big position not against us, but against this group of unknown forces.

There are more people on both sides than us, and we can't interfere in their battles, but it's still okay to fill them up.

Thinking of this, I asked Mao Qiang with a dark smile: "Do you have a weapon with a silencer?" ”

Mao Qiang didn't understand why I was asking this, but he still answered honestly: "There is a modified RPK light machine gun with a silencer and a small thermal imager. ”

Listening to this luxurious configuration, I have a bottom in my heart, this is tailor-made for night battles.

"Listen, you change the gun to RPK and wait until they ......" I told Mao Qiang about the insidious plan I had just thought of, and asked him to start preparing.

The group that came in behind our butts took a bit of a long time as they passed through the searchlight area, which gave me the opportunity to observe them.

This look made me discover a strange phenomenon!

These people who broke in did not have a unified command, and basically acted according to the will of the squad or even individuals.

I can't help but wonder if these people are not enough to make the Vietnamese put on this posture, right?

While I was thinking nonsense, these "stragglers" had already dispersed into the tent area, and this was also the signal of action that Mao Qiang and I agreed on!

"Puff puff ......"

A dense rain of bullets fell scattered in the tent area, and soon the hapless Vietnamese were hit.

The uncontrollable screams let the Vietnamese know that they had been exposed, so they stopped hiding, rushed out from all sides, and launched an attack on the invaders!

The originally silent river valley was instantly on fire. (To be continued.) )