"Hey, wait for me, let's go!"

I decided to do a good deed to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and go back with him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chen Zijun is not a fool, and he understands that impulsiveness cannot solve the problem, which makes me breathe a sigh of relief, and I am afraid that he will be brutal.

The enemy was noticeably more on guard, and it took us a great deal of effort to evade the enemy search party.

I found the hidden 56 and a half and handed it to Chen Zijun.

"What do you use?" Chen Zijun took the gun and asked.

I didn't speak, but gestured to the watchtower in the distance. I had long since discovered that the sentry at the watchtower had sniper rifles in their hands.

"Buzz"

The roar of helicopters sounded in the distant sky, and my eyes lit up as I struggled with how to sneak into the camp.

"Hurry up, I have a way to save your brother!" I picked up Chen Zijun and ran to the place where the timber and straw were piled up in the camp.

The Vietnamese jungle is rainy and humid, and in order to have enough firewood, the Vietnamese piled up a lot of wood outside the camp and covered it with straw, which I stole there when I roasted chickens.

Coming to the place where the timber was piled up, we found a hiding place and waited for the US military helicopter to return. Whether you can enter the camp or not depends on the helicopters.

"Why are you in the army of the Americans? Who are you? Chen Zijun asked the words that had been held in his heart for a long time.

"I didn't ask you about your identity, so don't ask me, anyway, we're friends and enemies now."

I don't know how to explain it, I can only say this to gag his mouth.

"Why did you save me?" Chen Zijun changed the question.

"Because you are Chinese!" I looked him in the eye and said.

Chen Zijun wanted to say something more, but I covered my mouth, and I heard footsteps!

Sneaking my head out, I saw two enemies coming with guns on their backs, their expressions were more relaxed, probably not to have spotted us.

I quietly returned to my hiding place and motioned to Chen Zijun for one person, and he nodded and loaded the rifle with a bayonet.

The two enemies came to the pile of timber with laughter and laughter, and one of them carried a bundle of wood and prepared to go back.

Chen Zijun and I were in one direction and suddenly rushed out!

Since the enemy was facing away from us, it was not detected at all. Chen Zijun stabbed the enemy in the back of the heart with a knife, and pulled horizontally, making the enemy lose resistance.

After solving his goal, Chen Zijun looked at my side and found that I didn't know when I was already standing next to me watching the play, and the other enemy's head was weirdly twisted, and he had been out of breath for a long time.

Chen Zijun felt a chill in his heart and gave me a thumbs up, and I smiled, a little proud.

After hiding the body, I looked at the weapons I had in my hand, including an American M14 and an older Mosin Nagant rifle.

The guerrillas are really guerrillas, with a lot of weapons, and I don't know how chaotic they are to replenish ammunition.

I didn't like these two rifles and threw them aside, taking only one bayonet.

"What are we waiting for? I'm afraid it's too late! Chen Zijun looked at the direction of the camp with some concern, he knew too well the virtues of the Vietnamese, and if he could not find him, the Vietnamese would definitely take out anger on a few other Chinese.

"It should be coming soon," I said, estimating the length of time the U.S. helicopter patrolled with certainty.

"How did you get locked up by the Vietnamese?" To divert his attention, I asked.

Chen Zijun looked at me, not knowing whether to tell me about the filth of the Vietnamese. After a long time, he said:

"It's not because of the struggle for power, the Vietnamese are not monolithic, they are divided into several factions. Some went to China, some were close to the Soviet Union, and some were even close to the United States. We were unlucky enough to fall into the hands of forces hostile to China. ”

Tran's words are consistent with my speculation that this factional struggle among the Vietnamese continued after the Vietnam War, culminating in the tragic war with China.

Time passed as we talked, and Tran said a lot about what happened in Vietnam. I also chose some things I had experienced in the U.S. military, and after revising them, I told him that it was an exchange of information.

"Buzz ......"

There was a roar in the sky again, and the helicopter of the US military finally appeared!

"Quick, ignition!"

I quickly took out the flint I found and lit the ignition that had been prepared long ago.

Chen Zijun and I each held a torch and lit the entire firewood pile. As the straw and wood on the top were damp, smoke soon came out.

The sudden appearance of smoke attracted the attention of the helicopter patrol, and three helicopters turned around and flew over.

Someone in the camp paid special attention to the sky, and when they saw the US military helicopter coming, they hurriedly sounded the hanging gong.

After hearing the sound of the gong, the Vietnamese soldiers, whether they were resting or on patrol, hurriedly looked for a place to hide.

After being beaten a lot, the Vietnamese in the camp had long since figured out a way to deal with American helicopters.

But this time, with my presence, everything that the Vietnamese have worked so hard to prepare will have no effect.

American planes came to our side, lowered the altitude and took a closer look at the camp. In the pilot's opinion, the camp was just an ordinary Vietnamese village, nothing out of the ordinary, and the fire may have been just an accident.

I didn't expect that the US pilots would actually change their sexuality and no longer bomb indiscriminately at every turn, so I decided to add more fire to them!

"Let's act separately, you save people, I create chaos, and after saving people, we will meet here here!"

Without waiting for Chen Zijun to agree, I picked up the Mosin Nagant rifle and ran out.

After running some distance, I raised my gun and aimed at the helicopter that was still hovering at a low altitude!

"Bang!"

The gunfire was drowned out by the roar of the helicopter, but the bullet hit the glass of the helicopter's driver's seat accurately, and although it did not penetrate, it startled the pilot.

I pulled the bolt, reloaded, and another shot hit the glass.

When the pilot saw me, the arrogant attacker, he was furious and controlled the helicopter to turn and fly over.

I threw away my rifle, the goal had been achieved, and I had to run at full speed!

"Woohoo"

"Bang Bang"

Rockets hit me, sending flames behind me.

I ran at full speed through the jungle and steered the helicopter in the direction of the camp.

When a headless rocket hits the camp, the battle begins!

The Vietnamese in the camp, thinking that the camp was exposed, simply left the hiding place and attacked the helicopter with various weapons.

Countless bullets of different sizes and calibers rained down on the helicopter, and from time to time one or two RPG rockets with white smoke flew up.

The dense attack stunned the pilot, and it was not until a soldier was shot at the hatch and fell off the plane that the pilot recovered.

Murderously turned the plane around and turned the camp upside down with rockets.

Seeing such a situation, I was worried about Chen Zijun, and I hoped that he would not be hurt by such an attack. (To be continued.) )