The Vietnamese agents got closer and closer, and we were lurking in the grass beside the mountain road without even detecting it. But to be honest, it was not easy to find dozens of people hiding in the grass in this dark night.
After a while, the Vietnamese army came to us, but because of the plan in advance, the soldiers did not shoot, but let them go one by one.
This is a very strange feeling. The Japanese are right in front of us. We can even hear their footsteps clearly, but we can keep each other safe. Of course, this state is only temporary
The Vietnamese army had no idea that they were stepping into a death trap and were heading towards the end of their lives...
Finally, when the last few Vietnamese troops crossed our defense and walked into the encirclement, I shouted to the intercom: "Try!" and then pulled the trigger at the target that I had already locked.
My target is a Vietnamese army walking in the middle of the team. Along the way, I noticed that he would whisper to other Vietnamese army from time to time, which exposed his identity. As the saying goes, capturing the thief is to capture the king, so I
Of course, the first bullet was left for him.
With a recoil coming from the right shoulder buttstock, a bullet flew out with a roar. The Vietnamese army's head exploded in my scope like a watermelon. In an instant
Just a ball of red and white turbid objects ejected out, which shocked all the Vietnamese troops to stop.
However, these Vietnamese soldiers were obviously well-trained soldiers. They almost reflexively fell to the ground or rolled in place at the moment my gunshots sounded... but all this was useless
The Vietnamese army's targets were too obvious. They were almost at our guns. Not only were we more people than them, but we were also prepared to fight without preparation. In addition, most of the soldiers equipped with continuous automatic rifles.
So when the bullet hit, it poured straight towards the enemy like rain, and soon it knocked them all down in a pool of blood.
However, the gunshots were still "stopped", and the bullets continued to hit the bodies of the Vietnamese army in pieces until I shouted several "ceasefire" to the intercom. The gunshots slowly stopped.
Go down.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was obvious that the soldiers under me were shooting desperately in the enemy's direction because they were too nervous and afraid. It was like watching a horror movie and seeing a thrilling place, people would involuntarily collapse.
The nerves in the whole body are like hysterical venting.
The battlefield is not just about watching horror movies. When watching horror movies, we will at least know that everything is fake. It will not cause any substantial damage to our bodies, (even from a medical perspective, watch horror movies.
It can also promote endocrine in the human body and be beneficial to health).
However, the real battlefield is two different things. One reason is that on the battlefield, we will die at any time if we are not careful. The other reason is that these soldiers have never even seen dead people in normal times, but suddenly they are going to shoot and kill people in the dark...
It is common sense to be so nervous. I also clearly remember that I was frightened by that scene when I walked onto the battlefield for the first time, but now I am numb when I see it too much.
"Don't clean the battlefield, don't get up, all units continue to lurk!" I reiterated the orders I made before the war on the intercom again.
This is not my long-term word. I am really worried that the soldiers will stand up when they are nervous... We agreed before that in order to avoid the chaos in the identification of the enemy and us, all those who stand up will be treated as enemies and killed without any regard!
So I still kept my posture in the grass and waited quietly. Everything seemed to have not changed. The difference was that there were more than twenty corpses in the encirclement, and the strong smell of smoke and blood in the air.
, occasionally there were a few terrible hums from the injured Japanese...
I don't know if these enemy troops who only have no deaths are lucky or not. They say they are lucky, but such dense bullets can't kill them. They say they are lucky...
Since it has been so injured and is still in our encirclement, it cannot escape no matter what. Other enemy agents dare not come to rescue without knowing how many people we ambushed, so they waited for them.
There is only a tragic ending.
But I really admire the endurance of the enemy agents. They knew they had no hope of escaping but were still unwilling to give up the only hope of survival. Isn't it? I soon found a pile of corpses crawling out of the pile in the scope.
A few black shadows, dragging several injured legs and blood-covered bodies on the mountain road, climbing hard, crawling...
Under the pale starlight, I clearly saw a long blood trail behind them, and I also clearly heard the groans of their pain due to the pain of their injuries, and when life was about to come to an end
The rapid breathing... Several of the enemy troops fainted on the ground before they had climbed a few steps, but after they woke up, they continued to climb towards the village. I was even surprised to find that they had not given up on themselves.
weapon.
The Vietnamese army also fought bravely. There is no need to deny this. This is not only a fact, but also we are very clear that respecting the enemy means respecting ourselves. The reason is very simple. If the opponent is weak, then it is nothing we can defeat them.
Be proud of.
But respect is respect, there are rules on the battlefield. As long as they don’t put down their weapons, they will still be our enemies. So I no longer hesitate and resolutely pulled the trigger at them...
"Bang bang..." A few gunshots, the target was only ten meters away from me, so I easily hit their heads. I did not do this to show off my marksmanship to other soldiers, but to try my best to
Relieve their pain and end their pain.
Everything was quiet, no gunshots, no screams, and even the insects seemed to feel the dead atmosphere and stopped the chirping. A mountain wind blew, blew more than half a person high
The grass rustled, just like the Vietnamese army who had inexplicably died under our guns, unwilling to make waves. The pale moonlight shone on the bloody corpses of the Vietnamese army, adding a bit of horror
The atmosphere, this scene only made the soldiers' scalp tingle and shivering.
"Platform leader..." Wu Zhijun seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, so he whispered on the walkie-talkie: "Our mission has been completed, and the soldiers have also avenged their revenge. Let's stop the team now! There is no need to accompany these corpses here.
overnight……"
"Stop talking nonsense!" I interrupted Wu Zhijun and said, "Our mission is to block the village, not kill people! What if we leave... another agent in the village comes out?"
"Yes!" Wu Zhijun knew what I said made sense, so he responded and said nothing more.
The battlefield has not been cleaned yet! Just go back like this, the guns and ammunition of the Vietnamese agents have to return to the enemy's hands to become weapons against us?
Actually, I hope that other Vietnamese agents in the village will come out to check the situation when they hear gunfire. At that time, we can use these corpses to attract more Vietnamese agents and then create more
The corpse is used to attract more Vietnamese agents...
I'm dreaming! How could there be such a stupid Vietnamese agent?
But there is nothing we can do about it. It is not a pleasant thing to lurk with a bunch of corpses, so if you can think better, just think better!
It turned out that my idea was wrong. The Vietnamese agents acted very cautiously, and they never showed up again after that.
I seem to remember that the old man said that the agents of the Japanese devils can be divided into three types:
The lowest type is ordinary agent, also called junior agents or tactical agents. These agents mainly cooperate with infantry, artillery combat and reconnaissance, which is similar to our army's vanguards or reconnaissance platoons.
The second type of agent is a secret agent, also known as an intermediate agent. They are mainly used for long-term lurking behind enemy lines and to go deep into enemy lines to perform combat sabotage missions or sneak attack missions.
The third type is the special agent team, also known as senior agents. This is amazing. It is mainly responsible for the main strategic tasks of the country and the army, including dispatching personnel to engage in espionage activities abroad.
Like the Vietnamese agent Zhou Linfeng, I encountered in a field hospital, is the third type... This type of agent is lurking deeply and is generally not easily exposed, and the target is definitely not a few soldiers or something.
The agents we encounter now who are hiding among ordinary people who harass and "infiltration war" against our army are the second type of agent, that is, intermediate agents.
They should have carefully selected them from the Vietnamese army and then received special training. No wonder these guys could still crawl back without giving up their weapons when they were seriously injured by our sneak attacks...
It is precisely because they have received special agent training that they will not make such low-level mistakes. So my dream of using corpses to attract agents and then turning agents into corpses will naturally fail. We have to be very bored
I lay on the grass all night, and with us there were only corpses in the encirclement, as well as a group of annoying mosquitoes and insects!
Sometimes I wonder why these intermediate agents in front of me look tenacious, but Zhou Linfeng, a senior agent, seems to be a cartilage? I quickly understood that there is a saying that poor mountains and bad waters come from troubled people. What does this mean...
It means that in places where life is difficult, there are often tough characters, because they can't survive anymore, that is, they have to fight for a bad life. This may be the case with the Vietnamese army.
What about Zhou Linfeng? Instead, because he lurks in China, he feels a different life, but he loses the willpower. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support
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