After the battle, we quickly evacuated the base, and you don't have to look to know that the nearby North Vietnamese troops are rushing here!

We were destined to let the North Vietnamese soldiers run in vain, and the night after we evacuated the base, the helicopter arrived at the agreed meeting point. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The helicopter brought us supplies and took us away from the next mission area, jumping out of the encirclement that had not yet been formed.

This tactic is the famous "frog jumping" tactic during the Pacific War, a tactic developed by the U.S. military to combat the sunset on the Pacific islands.

At that time, the South Pacific Ocean was densely populated with islands, and Japanese troops were stationed on each island to a greater or lesser extent.

In order to avoid a dead-end confrontation with the Japanese fleet seeking a decisive battle, the American forces did not attack one by one in order when pulling out the nails on the islands. Instead, they used the maneuver of the navy to jump and attack these islands, so that the Japanese fleet was tired of fighting fires, and finally the American army seized the opportunity, not only pulled out the nails, but also severely damaged the Japanese fleet!

Because this tactic is very similar to frog jumping, it was named "frog jumping".

By the time of the Vietnam War, Vietnam's jungle landscape made it difficult for the U.S. military's mechanized troops to maneuver, and helicopters happened to be used on a large scale, so the U.S. military set its sights on the sky.

The jungle helicopter version of "Leap Jump" came into being!

In my opinion, the so-called "frog jump" is a kind of deformed guerrilla warfare and blitzkrieg. There is guerrilla warfare, one shot to change places, and the flexibility of imagination; There is also a blitzkrieg that is fast and deadly, and it is swift enough to smash the Yellow Dragon.

"Leapfrogging" became a magic weapon for special forces in the US military later, and many variants have evolved. appeared in almost all the wars in which the US military participated in the future, and it felt like a trick that hit the whole world.

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For the next month, we spent the next month in two places, the helicopter and the jungle, and even I felt tired.

The skies in Vietnam were beginning to be overcast, a typhoon was about to occur, a large-scale heavy rainfall was about to appear, the operation "Liberator" was temporarily suspended, and we finally received the order to return.

After noon that day, we waited for the helicopter to pick up, and everyone cheered, thanking God that we could finally leave this hellish place, and there was gossip that we could go to the rear and enjoy a vacation this time.

In yesterday's battle, both flamingos and pirates were wounded, and Bron's plane was crammed with a few medics. Captain Johnson unfortunately told me that there was no place left.

I got on another helicopter, which had more wounded on board, and I was squeezed through the door of the plane, and my idea of dozing off was frustrated.

The waves of helicopters taking off caused waves in the woods around the clearing, and one after another helicopters rose into the air and flew towards the air base in the distance.

Looking at the jungle farther and farther below, I suddenly felt a sense of crisis in my heart. Laughing self-deprecatingly, am I still afraid of heights?

The helicopter flew over a glade, and I had no intention of looking down, and suddenly my hair stood on my head!

A few North Vietnamese soldiers were carrying a black whirring thing and looking at the sky with a sinister smile.

"Enemy attack!"

I reminded the pilot as I snatched the machine gun from the gunner's hand. I secretly prayed in my heart that I wouldn't be that damn thing!

A few clouds of white smoke rose from the jungle below, and a few missiles pierced the sky!

"Don't worry, they won't be able to hit so high," said the machine gunner next to him, very experienced.

Sure enough, the helicopter gave way and dodged the missile, and the machine gunners began to laugh at the intelligence of the North Vietnamese soldiers.

I ignored him, and hurriedly grabbed the handguard with my hand, but I didn't expect to really encounter the rare SAM-7 shoulder anti-aircraft missile!

Several missiles made a turn and headed for the nearest helicopter, and unfortunately, one of them came straight for us!

The first to bear the brunt was Blonn's helicopter, who tried in vain to dodge, but was hit by two missiles at the same time and exploded in the air!

I didn't have time to sigh, the plane I was on was also hit, the missile blew up the entire tail of the helicopter, and the plane suddenly lost control and entered the "death spiral"!

The helicopter dropped in altitude, and the huge centrifugal force threw everything out of the cabin, and two wounded men hit me in the back in succession, throwing me out of the cabin!

"Crackling"

My eyes were dark, and the sound seemed to be hanging up a few branches, and now the only thing I could do was pray that I wouldn't be strung through by the branches.

"Bang!"

It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that there was only a moment, and the back finally touched the ground.

There was pain everywhere in the body, and I was relieved to endure the discomfort and check the whole body, and no major trauma was found.

As much as I wanted to lie down, I knew that the North Vietnamese guerrillas were coming from all directions, and if I didn't leave, I would probably be able to count rice in the guerrilla cell.

After stumbling a few steps, he heard the shouts of the guerrilla soldiers. I looked around, and I could only find a place to hide for the time being.

The rain has been sporadic in the past few days, and the jungle has been crisscrossed with ravines, and landslides have occurred in many places, and there is such a broken soil layer in front of me.

Jumping off the nearly two-meter wall, I took off all my clothes and pants and hid them, smeared my body with yellow mud, and then dug a hollow pit in the broken wall, and embedded my whole body in.

Just after all this, there were footsteps and dog barking above the broken wall!

The muddy water obscured the smell of my body, and the earth dogs trained by the North Vietnamese guerrillas did not find any trace of me, so they circled around me more than ten meters away.

I closed my eyes, controlled my breathing, and hid perfectly in front of the enemy's eyes, avoiding search after search.

As night fell, the North Vietnamese guerrillas abandoned the search and left with the loot recovered from the crashed helicopter.

The cold rain hit me in the face and body, washing away the yellow mud used for camouflage, and I opened my eyes and carefully probed around to prevent the enemy from leaving a sentry.

It may be that the guerrillas think that there are no survivors, and that I am the only living person left in this jungle.

The jungle was a little wet and cold on a rainy night, so I took a general look in the direction and rushed to the place where the helicopter crashed.

Soon I saw a large area of burned jungle, and in the center was a helicopter that had been burned to scrap metal.

I didn't find anything useful at the scene other than a few charred bodies dragged out and a twisted firearm.

The faintly visible numbers on the plane made me recognize the identities of these corpses, which were the members of the dragon squad that we had been with for several months!

The battlefield has long made me accustomed to life and death, but my heart is still a little bleak.

I found a palm-sized piece of airplane debris and prepared to leave this place, there was no need to go to the other crash sites, and the poor guerrillas would not leave me a bullet casing.

While it's raining tonight, I have to go as far as possible. (To be continued.) )