I didn't think so much at the time. I greeted the soldiers and walked towards the direction of the sound with my gun raised.
I don't want the boat to capsize in the gutter. If the Japs hold a gun or a grenade in their hands and want to die with me, then I'll be in big trouble.
"Help..." When the voice came out again, we opened the two corpses and found their owner - a Vietnamese army officer with his head covered in blood appeared in front of us.
He didn't have a gun in his hand, and he didn't have any grenades or explosives under his body. He was just a Vietnamese with no ability to resist.
"Comrade, I surrender, save me!" Under the illumination of my flashlight, this guy raised his hands and kept begging, as if he was willing to do anything as long as we rescued him.
In fact, I can understand him. Even if he turned out to be a brave Vietnamese soldier, after dying once in this tunnel, no matter how strong a person is, he will collapse.
Seeing that I didn't make any move, the Vietnamese officer quickly added: "Comrade! I... I am the head of the special agent group. My name is Xing (pronounced Yang Ping xing, the Vietnamese surname) Quantang. I am useful to you. I...
…I’ll say anything! As long as you don’t kill me…”
"Hmm!" When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He turned out to be the leader of a group, and he was also the leader of a special agent group.
I shined a flashlight on his epaulettes, and saw two stripes and three stars. He was a colonel... I thought he was right.
Then I couldn't help but wonder, how did he survive? Isn't there supposed to be poisonous gas in here?
With this question in mind, I observed his surroundings under the light of the flashlight, and soon understood... As we analyzed before, there are other vents in this tunnel. This vent is on the cliff.
The other side, so I thought... it should be some kind of hidden place such as a cave or rocks at the other end of the ground. The commander of the Vietnamese Army was in the position closest to the ventilation hole... so he survived.
But this was not the focus of my concern. I soon had a new doubt: The vent was not big, and it was only big enough for two or three people to breathe. So why could the group leader survive?
It would be a bit ridiculous to say that just because he was the leader... other people gave him the chance of survival. If it were one or two guards, they might still be able to do it, but there are so many in the tunnel.
People, at a time of life and death, who would care whether he is the leader!!!
Then... when my flashlight shone on an AK47 next to the commander of the Vietnamese regiment, shell casings on the ground, and Vietnamese soldiers who were shot at close range everywhere, I quickly understood: this regimental commander,
He survived by killing his own men, or rather killing all the Vietnamese soldiers who had the ability to compete with him for air.
At this time, I couldn't help but shine the flashlight on the Vietnam Army commander named Xing Quantang again. It was hard for me to imagine that such a man who was as humble as a dog in front of me could actually have his hands stained with the blood of his subordinates.
Executioner. You have to be so selfish and cruel to point your gun at your own subordinates and shoot at those comrades who lived and died together for the sake of your own survival.
I think, maybe just a few minutes ago, he was sworn to encourage his men to fight bravely and fight to the death, but in the blink of an eye... he was able to point the gun at his own people.
"Comrade of the People's Liberation Army! I am really the commander..." The commander of the Vietnamese Army seemed to be worried that I didn't believe his words. He tremblingly took out a small book stained with blood from his pocket and handed it over: "This is
My military ID card has my serial number and name on it. The leader of the 279th Special Agent Regiment, Xingquan Tang, is me, it’s really me..."
"Take him out!" I didn't even look at his military ID. I could even say that I didn't want to see him again. He made me sick, even more disgusting than seeing the corpses all over the tunnel! A man who can do it for himself
A man who killed his subordinates alive and knelt down to beg the enemy... I only have four words to describe him: despicable and shameless!
As soon as we walked out of the tunnel, everyone, including me, couldn't wait to take off the gas masks and gasp in the air... Only those who have been in the tunnel know how terrifying it is down there. Now I don't have the courage to go back.
Went in once.
"What's going on down there?" Before I could take a few breaths, Captain Luo asked from the side.
"They're all dead!" I said, "There are corpses all over the ground, except for this..."
As I said that, I raised my head to the back, where two soldiers were trying hard to lift up the Vietnamese commander who was covered in blood.
"Hey! He's a colonel!" Captain Luo looked at the rank of the Vietnam Army commander and patted me on the shoulder: "Okay! I finally caught a big fish for you!"
Without saying anything else, he led two soldiers and walked up to greet him.
Scar also followed up to help, but when he saw the face of the Vietnamese commander clearly, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Is it you... Xingquantang?"
"Well! It's you..." Hearing this, the commander of the Vietnam Army also raised his head. When he saw Scar standing in front of him, he was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed and lowered his head dejectedly: "Old classmate...
…I was defeated in your hands in the end!”
"Old classmate?" Hearing this, it wasn't just me. All the soldiers around me, including Captain Luo, were shocked by this title. Scar turned out to be an old classmate of the leader of the Vietnamese Army's special agent regiment!
Scar shook his head and smiled, took a step away and pointed at me and said: "It wasn't me who defeated you, it was him! He was the one who discovered the tunnel, and he was the one who blew up the tunnel with incendiary bombs... I didn't expect it!"
The commander of the Vietnam Army looked at me and smiled bitterly: "Don't make fun of me... How could it be him..."
Scar only replied: "We have known each other for so long, when have you ever made fun of me?"
So the smile of the commander of the Vietnam Army froze there, and it took him a long time before he said sadly: "I didn't expect that my several years of business would be destroyed in the hands of a small soldier! And it only took less than a day..."
I glanced at the commander of the Vietnamese Army with disdain and said sarcastically: "I'm afraid... more Japanese will die under my hands than you will! I still have to thank you!"
The commander of the Vietnamese Army looked dark, lowered his eyes and said nothing more.
"What do you mean by what you just said?" After the Vietnamese commander was escorted away, Scar handed over the kettle and asked in confusion.
I sat down on the stone next to me, took a few sips from the water bottle, and then answered: "Your old classmate... killed all his subordinates when he was in the tunnel... that's why he survived.
!”
Hearing this, Scar couldn't help but be stunned. After a long time, he sighed: "In order to live... I have to be ruthless!"
When Scar said this, I think it is true... In order to survive, it seems that no matter what you do, it is the right thing to do. Even strictly speaking, what the commander of the Vietnam Army did was right. Those subordinates can survive anyway.
The chance is not great. Instead of dying with them, it is better to survive on your own. In some respects... Killing those subordinates with a gun is still a pleasure for them! Or it can be said... This is just a closed tunnel.
In space, the commander of the Vietnamese Army was inspired by the desire to survive under the threat of death.
"Platoon leader!" At this time, Company Commander Luo came to us and asked curiously: "How come you and that Yue Japanese are classmates?"
"That was a few years ago!" Scar replied: "I used to study at a certain infantry school... (Note: Our country only changed the "infantry school" to the "army academy" in 1980). At that time
The Vietnamese are still fighting with the Americans. There are several groups of Vietnamese in our school every year, and this Xingquan Hall is one of them..."
"Oh!" After hearing this, Captain Luo and the soldiers beside him understood the reason.
The scholar interjected from the side: "No wonder the platoon commander's military quality is so good. It turns out he learned it in the infantry school!"
By the way, this infantry school is also a modern military academy. At that time, there were only a few people who had studied there, let alone an infantry school.
Scar gave a wry smile: "To be honest, in the infantry school...the Yue Jap guys are better than us. We study hard...the Yue Jap guys have to risk their lives to practice!"
"That's normal!" The scholar replied: "The Yue Japanese are at war with the Yankees. Only by learning skills can we drive the Yankees away. How can they not risk their lives?"
"Fuck you Yue Jap!" After hearing this, Shen Guoxin cursed: "It turns out that this guy learned his skills from us, and then he became the head of the special agent group... This guy is going to kill us.
How many people are there!”
"That's right!" Wang Kechang said without hesitation: "We even helped them fight the Yankees, but the Vietnamese used the skills they learned from us to fight us in a blink of an eye! They are all white-eyed wolves!"
"It's not just about learning skills? Food is also ours!"
"Didn't the weapons that were seized also belong to us? And they were all good weapons!"
…
Then the soldiers exchanged words with each other, bringing the topic to the ingratitude of the Japanese Japanese...
Perhaps, this matter really matters to people of this era. The reason is that during the era of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Vietnam, Chinese people's feelings towards Vietnam were simple, passionate, and sincere... People of this era have simple minds.
Driven by an ideological trend, it is easy to give true feelings. So after falling out in Vietnam, I felt betrayed, so I couldn't accept it.
Just like the old man, when talking about Yue Jiazi, there are a lot of swear words and spitting... It's no wonder that I have been dubbed the "King of Swear Words" since I was in kindergarten. This is how the old man taught me!
It's just... In the eyes of a modern person like me, these actually only have four words: national interest!
There has never been any feelings between countries, only interests, so no one can blame this! (To be continued.