I asked the commissar what he had?

Instead, the commissar asked me if the Vietnamese had touched it.

But I'm a person who just admits death, in today's words, it's self-confidence, I don't believe it's me who is dazzled, so I said bluntly that I saw a paper figure sticking to your back.

Then I deliberately took a detour behind the commissar to look and found that there was no paper on his back.

The political commissar said that I was too stressed and suspicious, but I was born under the red flag, to be honest, I really don't believe in those things and am not afraid of those things, and I have also participated in wars, fought wars, killed people, and seen blood, even if it is a real thing in front of me, I am not afraid, let alone that kind of ethereal thing.

It's just that I really couldn't see any traces at that time, so I could only go back with the political commissar.

We stayed on the side of the wall all night, and the sentry said that the Vietnamese had come in with us, but that night we had a very peaceful time, and we did not notice the Vietnamese touching us.

The next day, the commissar said we should go out and find the Vietnamese.

I was still strange at the time, yesterday the commissar did not say that, he did not agree yesterday.

Of course I agreed, in this environment, to be honest, a surprise attack, really has a great advantage, whoever finds out first, who has a very huge advantage.

At that time, there were only two dozen soldiers around me, so there were no people left, and all of them were dispatched.

At that time, in fact, everyone had no dry food and supplies, so they relied on the water in the well water to fill their stomachs, but in wartime, everything can be overcome, and morale is really not too much to worry about.

We searched for about a long time, and still didn't find the Vietnamese who came in, this cave area is actually quite large, and it is easy to get lost in it, I remember that I was very careful to remember some special signs, and also left some marks, but while walking, I still dizzy.

Fortunately, our commissar looked familiar with this place, he was able to discern the direction through his way, and after looking for a long time, the soldiers were also tired, of course, they were definitely hungry, but no one shouted that they were hungry.

I arranged for five fighters to go to the perimeter to stand guard, and the rest rested in place first.

Not long after resting, a soldier ran over and reported that he had made a discovery.

We immediately got up and headed over there.

There, it's a swamp, but it's really not deep, I personally went down and tried it, and the deepest position is the waist position, which is not so much a swamp as a rotten quagmire.

The soldier who went to the perimeter to guard found a backpack floating on the swamp, which was the standard backpack of the Vietnamese army, and from the bottom of my heart, it was really similar to ours.

They learn everything from us, even their training and tactics and all sorts of other details.

This is the ridiculous relationship between countries and countries, the world is impermanent, it can only be said that in the early days, we suffered a lot of casualties, and it is also for this reason that everyone knows the bottom line, and no one is comfortable fighting.

Okay, let's get down to business, we were looking around the swamp, and then I went down with another warrior, and when I got to the place where the backpack was floating, I realized that something was wrong, because I had found a gun from under the swamp.

I almost thought that these Vietnamese were holding their breath in the mud and waiting to ambush us, at that time, it was a time of war, and as a soldier, he must have been a soldier.

Then I found out that there were not only guns, but also corpses.

After that, a few more fighters came down, and we groped together, and found more than thirty corpses of Vietnamese here.

A little quagmire,

More than 30 Vietnamese soldiers died,

They lay almost densely under the swamp.

When their bodies were fished out, their eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and body, were filled with mud, as if they had been forced into it.

This is a place that I still can't figure out, the swamp is just the waist of ordinary people, how could these thirty or so Vietnamese people "drown" here in this way?

Yes, drowning.

Unless it is the Vietnamese themselves who start infighting, but this also makes no sense, they came in to pursue us, why would they inexplicably start infighting here?

But fortunately, there are still some cans in the Vietnamese bag, haha, I was very happy at that time, because having canned food means that everyone has something to eat, and there is water here, so you can last here for a long time.

Soviet canned food, in fact, is really not delicious, not as good as American canned food, but at that time it was really hungry, so everyone also ate deliciously.

I consulted with the commissar about whether we should go out now, and in the end we chose to be on the safe side, and returned to the "town" with the team.

It's still in the same place, and it's still the way of alert arranged last night.

Because we estimated that it would only take two or three days for the large army to come back, we would stay up for another day, and when we went up again, the large army would definitely fight back.

In the evening, I patrolled the checkpoint and went to the commissar again.

This time I did it on purpose,

Then I found out that the commissar was not in the area where we were stationed.

I followed the direction of the previous night to the center of the town, where the well was still alone, and the commissar was not there.

I wondered what the hell the commissar was doing.

He told me before that his ancestors were tomb robbers, and I wondered if he was thinking of taking advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune?

Seriously, if he had that kind of mind and plan, I really wouldn't stop him, everyone was simple at that time, and what was in his mind was that your Vietnamese factories and food were all supported by us, since you want to be a white-eyed wolf, then we want you to vomit back all the food you eat.

Therefore, when we retreated at the end of the battle, our troops also took away all the grain that could be removed from the factories that could be dismantled at that time, and many factory parts still had the logo of our Northeast Heavy Industry Enterprise on them, which were all our own things.

So, even if it's something from the ancestors of the Vietnamese people in this big tomb, I don't think it matters if you take it.

I have a lifelong friendship with the political commissar, and even if he ends up hiding some and thinking about selling them after the war, I will not interfere.

But I really couldn't find him, and I didn't know where he went.

I just stood there and smoked a cigarette.

After a while,

Suddenly I heard something behind me,

I turned around and looked,

Behind me is the well,

And then I saw my commissar crawling out of the well.

His face was shivering with frost, and I saw the paper figures floating on his back.

This time

I raised my gun............"