A burst of suffocation made me dizzy, and my right hand instinctively grabbed the arm around my neck to free myself from it, but those hands were hard and powerful, making all my struggles futile.
I wanted to shoot at him, but he was behind me, and the spear could not be pointed at him effectively. I wanted to take out the bayonet and stab it in the back, but the 56-half bayonet was foldable.
The part of the barrel can be opened upward when needed, which makes my idea impossible... I have a loaded rifle with a bayonet open in my hand, but I can't do anything about the guy behind me who is strangling my neck.
, it seems that he still knows the equipment of our army very well.
Are you just waiting to die? After successfully killing dozens of Vietnamese soldiers... you were actually strangled to death by an unknown Vietnamese soldier?
Wait, I just stabbed a bayonet in his thigh... It seems so. There were so many people I stabbed that I kind of forgot about it. But now I just have to take a gamble.
Thinking of this, I completely ignored the increasingly tight arms around my neck, and used my free hand to grab the guy behind me on the thigh...
There was a muffled groan from behind me, and the strength on my neck immediately weakened. Seeing that this trick was effective, I immediately used my hands to grab and dig as hard as I could, in short, I just did whatever it took to hurt me.
That Yue Jap's bones were really hard. No matter what I did, he just clenched his teeth and refused to let go. It wasn't until I dug my finger into the bayonet hole that he couldn't bear the pain anymore and pushed me away...
I suddenly felt relaxed and wanted to take this moment to take a breath, but I knew that this was a critical moment of life and death, so I turned around and picked up the rifle before I even took a breath, "Bang, bang, bang..."
All the bullets in the gun chamber were fired.
Why do I need to shoot all the bullets? At this time, I was basically beaten by the Japanese soldiers until I saw stars in my eyes and lost consciousness, so even if the enemy was close at hand, I couldn't accurately judge his position and kill him, so I just
Try your luck to shoot all the bullets...
Fortunately, my luck has always been good. When I was breathing heavily to slowly regain some consciousness, I found a killed Yue Jap not far ahead, holding a gun in his hand.
Use the AK47... just a little bit, just a little bit, and I will be beaten into a hornet's nest by him!
"Nokon Songye!"
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Just when I breathed a sigh of relief, several Vietnamese voices sounded next to me. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: It's over, I really don't have any strength to resist now!
However, the next thing I heard was in Chinese: "Damn! This guy has killed so many of our comrades, I will fucking kill him..."
After hearing this, I was stunned. It took me a while to remember that those Vietnamese Japs were wearing PLA military uniforms, but I was wearing Vietnamese civilian clothes. This must be a misunderstanding... However, I was not allowed any time at all.
To explain, a cold barrel filled with the smell of gunpowder was pressed against my forehead!
It's over, now you have to be a ghost who died unjustly!
"Stop!" A familiar voice saved my life. He roared: "Do you still have any organization and discipline? Don't you know how to treat prisoners preferentially?"
"Platoon leader...it's me! I'm Yang Xuefeng..." I was so moved that tears filled my eyes. Organization, discipline and discipline are Scar's mantra. I don't know how much I hate this sentence in my heart, but now it seems like
I heard the sounds of nature.
"Hmm!" Scar couldn't help but be startled when he heard this. He walked over to take a look and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really you, Yang Xuefeng! How did you..."
As he said this, he looked doubtfully at the corpses of the "People's Liberation Army" lying around me.
"Report to the platoon leader!" I stood up with the last bit of strength and reported: "These are not our comrades, they are Vietnamese Japanese pretending to be Japanese, and their purpose is to plunge our army into chaos..."
"Hmm!" Scar glanced at the corpses of the "People's Liberation Army" lying on the ground, and quickly judged from their equipment that they were Vietnamese troops. Then he looked at me in disbelief and asked: "These Vietnamese Japs...
…You were the one who hit me?”
"Yeah!" I nodded.
"Not hurt?"
"No!" I touched my neck. If I had to say it was injured, it would be that it hurt from being strangled.
"You're the only one?" Scar still couldn't believe it.
I nodded again: "About forty or so, it was too dark, so I didn't know clearly..."
"Good guy!" came the scholar's exclamation from next to him: "I thought our army was getting involved with the Vietnamese, but I didn't expect you were the only one!"
"Killed more than forty Japanese soldiers by one person? Just a 56 and a half?" Xiao Shitou asked in disbelief: "How did you do it?"
I could only respond with a bitter smile. In fact, I really didn't mean it. If I had to do it again, it would be better to kill me.
People are often like this. Only at a critical moment of life and death can they unleash their potential and complete some seemingly impossible things. Afterwards, they can't even imagine how they did it.
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My story spread quickly among the team. In just one night, the entire regiment and even I think people in other regiments knew that there was a soldier who single-handedly killed more than forty Vietnamese troops. But... there were
Many people are skeptical about this. They will say: "Bragging...killing more than forty Vietnamese soldiers by one person? It's as good as a reinforced platoon! Do you think you are still 'how bold a person is?'
How big is the era?"
In fact, it is normal to have such doubts. Even I still can’t believe it... It is precisely because the company commander does not know how to report this matter to the superiors because he is worried that his superiors will suspect him of being "exaggerated."
, so I thought about it again and again and finally decided to wait until the battle was over.
It's interesting to say that this matter was finally confirmed by the intelligence unit of the Yue Japs. In fact, there was another fish that slipped through the net that day. He was buried in the mud and debris raised by the explosive pack, so he only saved his life.
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So the Vietnamese Japs had a telegram to report to their superiors: "Last night, my special agent platoon was attacked by an assassin and was annihilated without any precautions..."
This telegram was not forwarded to the higher-level intelligence unit until after the war, so it became a strong evidence of my military exploits. But what made me feel a little guilty was that I was not a prostitute, and I didn’t even think of doing it.
What kind of infiltration and sneak attack? I wanted to be a deserter... Of course, this is not something I can say casually.
"Yang Xuefeng!" Just when I was still feeling lucky to have escaped death last night, correspondent Xiao Liu shouted to me from more than ten meters away: "The company commander wants you to go!"
"We'll be there soon!" I said, putting my rifle and sniper rifle on my back and running towards the company headquarters.
By this time, I already regretted volunteering to keep this sniper rifle. Although this thing is easy to use... but if the gun has no ammunition, it is just a fire stick? It is not my fault to bring such a long guy to the battlefield.
Are you going against yourself? The most unbearable thing is that this thing is a real treasure for the troops. According to the company commander, even if a person is sacrificed, he must protect the integrity of this gun...
I couldn't help but say "fuck" in my heart, there is nothing else in this world that is more important than my own life.
Besides, how can you protect the integrity of this gun if you lose your life?
Is it possible to become an evil spirit?
We revolutionary soldiers don’t pay attention to feudal superstition!
Along the way, the soldiers were all pointing at me, with envy and admiration in their eyes. This can be regarded as a benefit of last night's battle. At least... no one dares to laugh at me as a "new recruit" anymore.
.Society is very realistic. What others see is whether you have power and money. The battlefield is also very realistic. What others see is whether you have the ability to kill enemies, because this means that if you are with you, you will have more chances of survival.
Ignoring the strange looks from the soldiers, he walked across the playground and up the wooden stairs to the second floor, then came to an inconspicuous wooden house and shouted a report.
This is our company headquarters. According to the company commander, the more inconspicuous the place, the more unsafe it is. But I doubt this because I think the most inconspicuous place should be on the playground like the soldiers.
Camping in the open space.
"What tricks are you doing!" The company commander said a little unhappy when he saw my appearance: "Why do you look so listless? You have been beaten in just two days?"
"Yes!" I responded, but I couldn't help but cursed secretly in my heart. I was fighting day and night, rarely had time to rest, and had to deal with swarms of mosquitoes. How could I be in good spirits?
"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" After gesturing for me to sit down, the company commander nodded towards me and said, "Although your time in the army is short, your performance on the battlefield is outstanding. After careful and repeated consideration, we are ready to officially
Appoint you as the monitor of the second class. What do you think?"
I couldn't help but be stunned after hearing what the company commander said. I glanced sideways at Scar, who was not far away, and Scar nodded towards me.
Is this enough to be the squad leader?
If I were to be the squad leader in school, I would be very willing to do so. Unfortunately, in school, I have always been a typical target of being caught due to education, so there would be no role for me in being the monitor.
Now I'm a squad leader in the army... Just kidding! Although I don't know much about the army, I have been here for a few days and have fought several battles. So I know the squad leader, platoon leader and so on in our army.
, I have always been at the forefront in battles. It is said that this is the tradition of our army.
If you make me the squad leader, wouldn't that cost me my life?
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I would like to use this chapter to pay tribute to the fighting hero Yan Long! During the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam in 1979, Yan Long lost contact with his troops. He touched less than a hundred meters away from the enemy and suddenly fired. He fought alone for four hours, relying only on his
He killed more than 20 Vietnamese soldiers with a 56 and a half. He later died gloriously in the battle to search for the remnants of the enemy. In the same year, the party committee of the army posthumously recognized him as a member of the Communist Party of China based on his lifetime wishes. He was awarded the title of "Lone Hero" by the Communist Party of China.