Dense shells rained down mercilessly, blowing up roads and drying up rice paddies. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fragile flesh of the enemy is vulnerable to the attack of the god of war!

Enemies near the point of the shells were directly reduced to slag, and enemies a little farther away were carried into the sky along with the earth, and were torn to pieces by shrapnel or air waves in the air, also as a result of the dead body.

Enemies farther away are not always lucky enough to survive, and even if their bodies dodge scattered shrapnel, their fragile internal organs can't escape the deadly concussion.

After a short but intensive artillery fire, the originally flat terrain completely changed, and the "crater" was full of steaming as far as the eye could see.

To my surprise, there were more than a dozen enemies who survived!

In an open space without shelter, in the face of such fierce artillery fire, those who can survive can only say that they are the illegitimate children of Lady Luck.

Before I could give the order to arrest these bastards, Ruan Xiong and a few of his men shot them all like targets.

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It only took two hours to get here and four hours to get back because we had too many wounded to drag us down.

Back at the station, it was already dark, and we had a hasty dinner, and we all chose to climb into bed to rest after a tiring day.

What I didn't know was that on this very night, a large number of American equipment and soldiers arrived in Vietnam one after another.

Since the performance of the pig teammate of the South Vietnamese government was so ugly, the United States rolled up its sleeves and was ready to take matters into its own hands.

The Johnson administration escalated the "special war" into a "local war", and the scale of the Vietnam War expanded!

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Early the next morning, I received an order to immediately go to the U.S. military barracks in the harbor. Pick up your equipment and report to your new unit.

The wounded newcomer was sent by helicopter to a hospital ship, and for him, the Vietnam War was over.

I took the rest of the newcomers to the port to pick up the equipment.

The equipment received was very complete, including a set of TCU combat uniforms, an M69 anti-fragmentation vest for the army, an M17 gas mask, an M1956 combat suit, and a pair of pilot's gloves.

The weapons included a Kaba multi-purpose knife, an M1911 pistol, and an M16 assault rifle, which was very unpopular with the US military at that time.

I'm happy with everything else, the only thing I'm not happy with is the M16. You must know that this is not a later improvement type, but a squeamish initial type with a lot of problems.

I would love to continue using the Type 56, but I knew it wouldn't be possible because bullets weren't universal.

A few newcomers who came with me didn't have so many ideas, and after changing into new combat uniforms, they happily hugged the M16.

In their opinion, the M16 sells much better than the M14.

I resigned myself to the maintenance kit that had been given out with the gun, and led the newcomers to the shooting range of the harbor camp to get acquainted with the new guys.

There are many people who come here to try out guns, and most of the soldiers are in love with the new guns they have in their hands, and all they hear along the way are the sounds of praise.

These soldiers had long seen the power of automatic weapons in the hands of the guerrillas, and were often discouraged by the ferocious fire of the AK47. Now they changed their equipment to new equipment, and they shouted that they would look good next time they met the guerrillas.

I took the newcomers to find an open space, explained how to use the M16, and let them shoot freely.

The M16 is not useless, whether it is a single shot or a burst of shots, its hit rate is thrown out of the AK47 by several streets. In addition, it uses small-caliber rifle cartridges, so the recoil is relatively small, and it is very easy to handle.

When the newcomers had finished each reloading a magazine, I stopped them and started teaching them how to maintain and troubleshoot.

In my opinion, it is much more important to learn this well than to practice marksmanship well, especially when you go into the jungle with the M16 in your hand.

The M16 is more troublesome to disassemble and maintain, and professional tools are needed in some places, so each gun comes with a tool box and a can of gun oil.

By the time I was almost done, the military vehicles carrying us arrived.

After coming here, we didn't go out much, and I don't know how many North Vietnamese people were lurking in the streets, so it was hard to guarantee that someone would suddenly pull out a gun or a bomb and attack us.

The American GIs in the same car were so excited that they lifted the tarps on the outside of the cars and waved and cheered at the numb pedestrians on the street. If you see a young woman, their performance is even more unbearable, they directly get up and move their crotch, and all kinds of hooligan whistles are flying all over the sky.

Looking at this posture, I really think of myself as a liberator, ready to save the Vietnamese people who fell into the clutches of the Red Soviet Union!

"Boom~"

A U.S. bomber flew over in the sky, and a large number of leaflets fell on the plane's buttocks, causing the people below to rush to grab it.

"Oh! Look at this girl's skin is so white! ”

An American soldier in the same car grabbed a leaflet and pointed to the Vietnamese woman on it.

I picked up the flyer that had fallen in the carriage, and sure enough, it was printed with a scantily clad Vietnamese beauty scratching her head, and the phrase "Leave the jungle, a better life awaits you!" ”

I threw away the flyer, and my head ached. Damn the US military propagandists, they think all of them are like them!

At this time, such leaflets would not only fail to attract the relatively conservative Vietnamese to surrender, but would have thought that the Americans were insulting them!

Sure enough, we had already heard Vietnamese people outside in the car waving leaflets and shouting.

I picked up my rifle and secretly began to be on guard, and the Vietnamese in anger might do something irrational.

There was a massive rally of Vietnamese, mostly young people, waving signs in their hands that read in English "Yankees get out!" ”

The speed of the convoy began to slow down, and the Vietnamese on the march slapped the car body with a thump!

It's like the scene of being surrounded by zombies in the apocalypse, and a few zombies almost jumped in and hugged people and gnawed.

The nervous American soldiers in the car stood up and put their hands on the trigger!

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and the air seemed to smell of gasoline, and now it was almost a spark!

The crowd outside the car suddenly became excited and let out bursts of cheers!

The car stopped suddenly, and there was a burning smell wafting in front of me, it turned out that the gasoline was really there, not an illusion caused by my nose!

Before we could figure out what was happening, a rush of gunfire rang out!

The crowd around the convoy screamed and scattered, and some people ran and shouted that the Yankees had killed someone!

"Enemy attack! Everyone get off! ”

An order came from the front, and the soldiers in the car rushed out with gunfish.

My psychology suddenly tightened, could it be that the US military was really mad and attacked ordinary people? (To be continued.) )