After waiting for a while and nothing happened, the third platoon leader not far away slowly raised his head. He saw a few lights flickering in the low-lying land under the high hill. It was obvious that there was a

An inhabited village.

The cold shooting just now was obviously carried out unconsciously and randomly by the Vietnamese in the village. Judging from the sound of the gunfire, it was just a sporadic guerrilla armed personnel.

Isn't this the target of their hunt tonight? The three platoon leaders who slowly descended the high slope gathered Wang Jun and three other soldiers in front of them, and several men went head to head to make plans for a surprise attack.

Their tactical arrangement is like this. The third platoon leader sneaks over with a veteran and tries not to make a sound to kill the gunmen. Then another veteran rushes in with Wang Jun and other recruits, and controls

Other people living in the village.

The veteran who followed the third platoon leader on the assault pulled out the dagger tied to his calf. The ink-soaked dagger was so cold that it felt like a sharp knife for cutting throats in the dark night.

The third platoon leader who ran down the high hill first was submerged in the thick black fog in the blink of an eye, and the veteran who followed him also disappeared and appeared like a ghost.

After a while, Wang Jun followed another veteran and sneaked down the hill, slowly approaching the little lights. Just when everything was going smoothly, two gunshots sounded like thunder.

It split open out of thin air, and the quiet night suddenly became commotion the next second.

Just as the veteran who had just saved Wang Jun's life cursed fiercely, "Fuck! It's leaked, don't fucking hide it, just go over with the gun!" After saying that, he took the lead and rushed towards the direction of the gunshot. Wang Jun and

Another recruit, Danzi, didn't say anything at this time. He clenched the Bayi Bar in his hand and ran over after him.

It turned out that it was the veteran who was following the third platoon leader. When he wiped the neck of a Vietnamese, his hands and feet were not very agile and others noticed. The Vietnamese risked his life in a fight, and then the two of them were rolling around and sitting in a ball.

.

The noise in the dark night was quite loud. In the blink of an eye, two Vietnamese ghosts ran to the scene of the incident with guns in hand.

A Vietnamese ghost with red eyes raised his gun and was about to hold the fire. The companion next to him suddenly grabbed his arm and said "Uri wala" very quickly. He meant to stay away.

A gun, for fear of accidentally injuring one of your own.

.                                                                                                                                                                                ‐ 's' to take out a spear‐throwing's gun‐thrust in his back hand, to holding the spear in his backhand, the Vietnamese Ghost ferociously pounced on the two men in the fight.

Hearing the noise, the third platoon leader rushed over from the other direction. Seeing his soldier's life hanging in the balance for a moment, he suddenly pulled the trigger without having time to think about it. The automatic rifle in the third platoon leader's hand instantly spurted out fire.

The tongue of flames was pulled sideways, and a row of bullets swept away the Vietnamese ghosts that rushed forward in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other Vietnamese did not hesitate. He raised his gun in the direction of the gunshot and fired, "Click, click, click!" The bullets in one row made the three platoon commanders roll on the spot and were hidden in the black mist.

, they were all moving automatically, no one touched anyone, and a fierce refutation began.

When the three members of the Wang Army arrived, a dozen or so people rushed out of the village. The Vietnamese were all soldiers. The old men in their sixties and the slutty ladies were all fighting with you with automatic rifles. Even seven people were fighting with you.

An eight-year-old kid would dare to throw a grenade at you.

Wang Jun and his group only have five people, and they are familiar with the terrain despite the large number of people in the group. If there is any chance of success in a sneak attack, it will definitely be a loss if they do it obviously.

Let’s talk about the veteran who was entangled with the Vietnamese ghost. He was of good quality, but the opponent was more victorious than his own life. For a while, the veteran was still unable to get rid of this Vietnamese who wanted to die with her.

The Vietnamese who rushed out of the village were very powerful and suppressed the third platoon leader and Wang Jun. They hid behind cover without even daring to show their heads. The other Vietnamese did not dare to rush over rashly because it was too dark.

, they didn’t know how many sneak attack enemies were coming.

Just when both sides were scared, the Vietnamese ghost who was struggling with the veteran suddenly let out an angry roar, followed by a loud boom, which made the ground tremble. The veteran was

The Vietnamese ghost, who was pressed under him and looking at his demise, resolutely pulled the safety ring of the grenade on his waist.

In an instant, two people who were willing to fight each other with death were blown to pieces together. Their comrades, who were still alive just now, exploded and died on the spot. Wang Jun and another recruit widened their eyes in horror.

Their faces turned pale with fright, and their hands were so weak that they couldn't even hold the automatic step.

"What the fuck! You fucking Vietnamese ghosts, I will slaughter you today!" Another veteran next to Wang Jun suddenly jumped out of the cover and rushed towards the opposite side in a snake-like shape.

Vietnamese.

At the same time, the third platoon leader in the other direction also gritted his teeth and fucked forward fiercely. The passionate charging actions of the veteran and the third platoon leader instantly infected Wang Jun and another recruit.

What a scared man! The fire of hatred rising from his chest immediately made Wang Jun and the new soldier clenched the Bayi Bar in their hands again. The two of them jumped up and rushed towards the opposite side almost at the same time.

of enemies.

Just before the two of them had rushed out, a row of bullets roared through the air. One of the bullets even grazed Wang Jun's earlobe and flew away.

passed.

Under high mental stress, he couldn't feel anything at all. To charge against the hail of bullets fired by the enemy was to hit the jackpot. Wang Jun's luck seemed pretty good today, as all the bullets fired at him were hit by the enemy.

He barely escaped.

Some are very lucky, and some are unlucky. Wang Jun’s new recruits and comrades were not as lucky as him. The god of death in black robes smiled and stood quietly behind him, with the extra-large sickle already hanging.

It stopped on top of the recruits' comrades.

A stray bullet that was shot at random hit the recruit's comrade in the forehead without any bias. Unfortunately, he was shot in the head. Wang Jun saw with his own eyes that the recruit's comrade's Tianling Cap was blown away by the gunshot, and the bright red blood was mixed with gray and white.

His brains sprayed all over the ground like rain.

This is called an accidental attack. The human lives on the battlefield are like the grass blown up by the autumn wind. They are gone! The dead body with only half its head left still rushed forward a few steps with the help of inertia, and then it was knocked down with a thump.

On the ground, in the dark night, he lay forever on the cold and hard ground of this foreign country.

Wang Jun, who was not far away, was lying on the ground. He watched helplessly as his comrade's head instantly turned into a big watermelon smashed to the ground. After three seconds of fear, his eye sockets were filled with tears. It was grievance and it was

Frightened, angry, helpless, why are we fighting? Why am I in this hell on earth? Wang Jun, who was about to collapse mentally, held a grenade in his hand, bit his chapped lips, and crawled on his knees.

Toward the dark vortex that swallowed up the lives of his comrades.

They were close, and they were close to the Vietnamese position again. His palms were full of sweat. The nervous Wang Jun crawled forward little by little. He was almost there. Wang Jun, who was lying on the ground, was breathing heavily and motionless. He was waiting.

An opportunity, an opportunity for a fatal blow.

At this time, the third platoon leader and the only remaining veteran, with their excellent military quality and strange tactical awareness, completely attracted the firepower attention of the Vietnamese. Wang Jun, whose breathing had calmed down, suddenly took a breath in his chest.

, one, two, three, while silently counting three, Wang Jun suddenly jumped up, exerted force under his feet, and rushed out at lightning speed.

When the Vietnamese discovered that there were people here, Wang Jun made an emergency stop, followed by a continuous movement of bending his knees, twisting his waist, and swinging his arms. The grenade in his hand drew a beautiful arc of death. After doing this

After everything, he rolled aside with relief. God favored him again. The bullet fired at him flew past his head.

Wang Jun's heart was beating rapidly as he lay on his back. The next second, a loud "bang" sounded in his ears. The grenade thrown by Wang Jun just landed in the crowd of Vietnamese ghosts.

The force of the explosion sent several people flying.

In an instant, the Vietnamese ghost who was so arrogant just now stopped firing. The third platoon leader and the veteran took this opportunity to focus their fire on it. The red muzzle flash kept spitting out, and after three minutes, all the gunshots were fired.
Chapter completed!