Chen Zijun, a former Chinese soldier, came to the strange land of Vietnam thousands of miles away. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He still remembers the reluctant and expectant eyes of the instructors and battalion commanders when they left the country.

He took off his military uniform with many of his brotherly comrades-in-arms and secretly joined a North Vietnamese guerrilla force that was on the run at the time.

It was a difficult situation, the guerrillas lacked training, weapons, food, medicine, and hope......

They gritted their teeth and persevered, helping the guerrillas to survive the encirclement and suppression of the South Vietnamese army.

Later, the international situation changed abruptly, and the guerrillas in various places began to integrate, receiving full support from the Soviet Union and China, and the situation became better and better.

With the help of Chen Zijun and others, the guerrilla fighters gradually grew into qualified soldiers, and the guerrillas gradually grew stronger in the contest with South Vietnam and became a regular army.

Now five years have passed, the guerrillas have undergone earth-shaking changes, and fewer and fewer people have come to this guerrilla force with Chen Zijun, and in the end he is the only one left!

After the guerrillas grew, various contradictions also appeared. Even during Vietnam's "honeymoon" with China, not all Vietnamese people have good intentions towards the Chinese.

Unfortunately, the new leader of Chen Zijun's guerrilla unit happened to be hostile to the Chinese and tried his best to kick Chen Zijun out of the leadership, causing Chen Zijun's situation in the guerrilla to become more and more embarrassing.

Maybe it's time to retire!

Chen Zijun looked at the North Vietnamese soldiers outside the door who were called protection, but they were actually guards, and he had mixed feelings in his heart, they had all called themselves instructors at the beginning!

Secretly opened the bed and took out a box with paint off, in which were lying five blood-red five-pointed stars, his own, and several other comrades.

Chen Zijun held the five-pointed star tightly in his hand, he promised these brothers that he would definitely take them back in this life!

"Da Da Da ......"

Fierce gunshots suddenly sounded outside, Chen Zijun's face changed suddenly, and he wrapped the five-pointed star in a piece of cloth and put it in his chest pocket.

The North Vietnamese guerrillas outside the door shouted in panic, it seemed that the US army was coming, Chen Zijun shook his head, now these guerrillas have degenerated to this extent, but it is a pity that they and their brothers have worked hard!

"Boom!"

A grenade fell outside the room, and the two guards at the door fell in a pool of blood, Chen Zijun was overjoyed, it seemed that the time to go back had come!

Picking up the 56 chong on the ground, Chen Zijun secretly scolded a loser, there were rust marks in some places on the gun body, they didn't use such a good guy at the beginning, but they didn't get love in the hands of the Vietnamese.

Walking out of the room, Chen Zijun happened to see the scene of a speedboat being blown up in the river.

Looking at the situation of the entire battlefield, Chen Zijun found that the North Vietnamese guerrillas could no longer resist, and the rout was only a matter of time!

The attacking U.S. forces fanned around the base, and Chen Zijun's only way to retreat was the wharf on the other side of the river.

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After taking out the speedboats of the North Vietnamese guerrillas, we soon ushered in a new round of crisis.

Due to the failure of the infiltration of the American troops from outside, we were cut off from the other squads by the guerrilla soldiers, and as a result, the large American forces surrounded the North Vietnamese guerrillas, and we were surrounded by the North Vietnamese guerrillas.

After the rout of the North Vietnamese guerrillas, the enemy's attack on us instantly became fierce, because we were stuck in the road to the docks!

With the help of the accumulated debris, we temporarily blocked the onslaught of the guerrillas, but no one can guarantee how long we will be able to hold out.

The people of the dragon squad are all elite soldiers, their marksmanship and combat awareness are very good, even if we are now pressed and beaten by the guerrillas, no one is killed, but the guerrillas have fallen a large number of corpses.

"Dada"

Just as the poison gas was finished and the magazine probe was fired, two bullets hit his helmet, and his body was instantly drained of strength and fell to the ground limply.

"Fack!"

The members of the dragon squad had red eyes, stood up regardless of their safety, and angrily opened fire on the guerrillas who rushed up.

I was unaffected, and calmly searched the guerrillas for the murderer of the poison gas, not because of how deep my friendship with the poison gas, but because the murderer made me feel dangerous!

A guerrilla soldier with his body down caught my attention, and I could see that this soldier was very experienced in combat, and even when he was moving, he subconsciously avoided his body.

I raised my gun and locked on him, anticipating his movements. Looking at it, I hesitated, how could this soldier's tactical movements be so similar to the style of Chinese soldiers.

Just as I hesitated, the soldier seemed to sense something, and quickly raised his gun and fired a few bursts at me.

Even if I didn't aim, this soldier's marksmanship was still amazingly accurate, if I hadn't sensed the danger and hurriedly lowered my head, these bullets would have fired me directly!

"Retreat!"

As the guerrilla offensive became more and more fierce, the captain Johnson, who had regained his composure, gave the order to retreat.

The flamingo dragged the gased corpse first, and we alternated cover to get out of the way to the docks.

The soldiers of the guerrillas, busy running for their lives, did not kill us all, and rushed to the docks.

After the arrival of the large American army that was driving behind, we continued to chase together, and there were not many boats at the pier, so we didn't have to worry about the enemy running out.

When they arrived at the docks, it was not surprising that there was chaos, and the guerrilla soldiers fought for the iron ships.

There were only four boats on the pier, and they were trophies from guerrilla attacks on American river patrols.

The guerrillas at the back found that the American troops were catching up, and the battle for ships on the dock became white-hot.

"Da Da Da"

The M60 machine gun equipped with the patrol boat opened fire, but the target was not the pursuing American troops, but the guerrilla soldiers who dragged the patrol boat!

The docks were filled with wails, and dead bodies filled the river around the patrol boat, staining the river into a river of blood.

With this ruthlessness, the four patrol boats left the dock, leaving behind a large number of cursed guerrilla soldiers on the banks of the river.

"Da Da Da"

The U.S. troops pounced like wolves, and some of the guerrilla soldiers fought back with their guns raised, some knelt down and surrendered with their guns raised, and many more jumped into the river and swam to the opposite bank.

Whether the U.S. troops surrendered or not, they went on a killing spree at the docks, and those who acted behind enemy lines with a large number of prisoners were absolutely stupid.

Soon the guerrillas on the dock were emptied, the dead bodies were spread on top of each other, and the guerrilla soldiers who jumped into the river did not escape a few, and the American army shot them in the head like a wild duck.

I didn't join in the massacre, but searched for the suspicious soldier.

Several American soldiers were unwilling to let the patrol boat escape, and after chasing along the river for some distance, they raised the bazooka in their hands!

"Da Da" "Da Da" ......

After a few rapid gunshots, the American soldiers who were aiming were shot in the head one by one!

"It's him! Kill the gassed murderer! "Captain Johnson recognized the man who fired the shot.

I looked up, and sure enough, I saw the soldier shooting in a kneeling position on the last patrol boat. (To be continued.) )