The battle ended quickly. After I led a squad of people to sneak attack the hilltop position on the left highland, the defenses of the two highlands of the Vietnamese army quickly disintegrated and collapsed under the internal and external attacks of us and the main force. In this battle, I
The Vietnamese army did not capture a single prisoner. The Vietnamese troops who were ambushing on the two highlands were either killed on the battlefield or secretly shot to death by the soldiers when they surrendered.
The cadres in the battalion and company also saw the soldiers shooting prisoners, but they said nothing and acquiesced to the soldiers' behavior that violated policy and discipline.
The casualties of the soldiers were too great, and the sacrifices were so tragic that everyone was overwhelmed by the hatred and lost their minds.
Thinking about it afterwards, I also felt a little scared about my actions at that time. Because I still clearly remember that at that time, I had a feeling of anger and murderous intent in my heart. Whenever I saw the enemy, I wanted to kill him.
He beat him to death, whether with a gun or a knife, or even with his teeth, he had to bite off the flesh of the Japanese devils piece by piece!
I think other soldiers thought the same as me at that time. They were like drunk people who didn't care about anything, like crazy people who didn't care about anything... Although we didn't care about anything at that time...
You are not crazy when you are drunk, but you are more vicious and cruel than someone who is drunk and crazy.
At that time, we were like a group of murderers, a group of murderers possessed by evil gods... Isn't this? A few soldiers very calmly held several Vietnamese prisoners of war on the ground and knelt in a row, then pulled out their pistols and said "Bang bang..."
"A few times, they were shot to death one after another; the soldiers cleaning the battlefield mercilessly used bayonets to examine the bodies of the Vietnamese soldiers one by one. Occasionally, they stabbed a few more when they encountered a few injured or feigned death; and some
The soldiers even cried loudly while firing bullets from their guns into the corpses of Vietnamese soldiers on the ground...
Although this scene was a bit cruel, if we had to choose again, we would do it again without hesitation.
Because - if we don't do this, we will be sorry for those comrades who sacrificed their lives!
I led the soldiers slowly down the high ground and into the rice fields. Only then did I realize that the rice fields were full of corpses of our soldiers. The dirty water in the rice fields had been dyed a dazzling red by the blood of the soldiers. The sacrificed PLA soldiers
The soldiers were covered in mud and had different expressions.
Some of them had guns in their hands, some held grenades, and some had mortar cannons next to them and held shells in their hands. They all looked like they were fighting.
A soldier was carrying ammunition. The bullets were fired from his back. The four bullet holes on the back of his belt were less than five centimeters apart. The stomach in front had been completely exploded. His intestines and internal organs were cut into pieces by the enemy's bullets.
Duan flew more than ten meters away...
A cadre holding a mortar was hit between the eyebrows by a bullet, and the entire back half of his skull was ripped off, leaving only a little red and white stuff in his head.
There was also a soldier who died on the road. Both of his legs were blown off, but he still insisted on crawling more than ten meters toward the enemy's high ground, leaving two long blood stains behind him. Next to him was an empty gun.
He held a loaded submachine gun, a pen in his right hand, and his last words - "I want to join the party" crookedly written on the palm of his left hand.
After a while, our army's follow-up troops also came up. They were stunned when they saw this tragic scene. The health workers rushed up immediately, looking for people who could still be rescued in the mud and piles of corpses.
I couldn't help but shed tears...
"Comrade! Well done!" The battalion commander, who was covered in blood at some point, stood beside me, patted my shoulder, looked at the soldiers beside me and said, "And you guys, here
The battle was fought beautifully! If it weren’t for you, our troops would have suffered heavy losses..."
As he spoke, he let out a long sigh. He couldn't say anything else. He just nodded to us and said, "Thanks to you..."
"Battal Commander!" The scholar came up and said, "They are also our comrades-in-arms, so there is nothing wrong with them! Fortunately, we have avenged the soldiers, otherwise we would have wanted to die!"
"Yes!" The battalion commander nodded and asked me, "Which company are you from?"
"Report to the battalion commander!" I stood up and replied, "We are from the second platoon of the 2nd company!"
"Squad leader... Where is our platoon leader?" Upon hearing my call number, Xiao Shitou couldn't help but trembled: "Why is our platoon leader missing? Could it be..."
"Don't give me the crow's mouth!" I panicked when I heard this. After saluting the battalion commander, I quickly ordered: "Go to the troops immediately!"
"Yes!" The soldiers responded and immediately spread out in groups of two to search. Some dug through the corpses on the ground, some asked questions, and some called the platoon leader to the crowd.
But it’s not easy to find people on such a chaotic battlefield. Let’s dig through the corpses! There are corpses everywhere that have been beaten so that no one can recognize them. If you ask anyone, no one will know. Most of our troops are
As for the new recruits, some of them died before they even got to know each other...
Just when a group of us were nervous to death, suddenly a cry came from the mountain col: "Here it is! Come here..."
We followed the sound and saw who else it was if it wasn't Scar. We couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Shitou and others saw that his head and hands were all wrapped with bandages, and they couldn't help but run up in three steps at a time.
While running, he shouted: "Platoon leader, are you injured? How are you injured?"
I ran closer and took a look. It turned out that this mountain col had been temporarily converted into a field hospital. The wounded were lying on the ground horizontally and vertically. There were black blood stains and busy health workers everywhere. Screams and wails came one after another...
"Come here and help?" Scar called to us while using his uninjured right hand to help the health worker hold down a wounded man who was bandaging a broken leg.
"Yes!" the soldiers responded and joined the health workers in a hurry.
"Where have you all gone?" Scar asked in a confused voice: "Do you know that our platoon was almost wiped out? It's better for you. During the war, you can't see your shadow, but after the war, everyone is alive.
is back!"
When Scar said this, many soldiers looked towards us, and many of the wounded even spat hard... which made us all feel embarrassed!
"Hey! I said you, comrade..." At some point, the battalion commander followed behind. He had obviously heard Scar's lesson to us, and said to Scar with some dissatisfaction: "You must be the second platoon leader!"
Putting blame on people without understanding the situation is not the style a cadre should have!"
"Batalion Commander!" Scar quickly stood up and stood in front of the battalion commander.
"Second Platoon Commander!" the battalion commander said to Scar: "These soldiers performed very well on the battlefield just now! When most of their comrades were running in panic and hastily resisting, they cleverly and bravely sneaked through the ditch to cross the border.
Then, with a squadron, they rushed to the mountaintop position of the Vietnamese army's high ground, and cooperated with the main force to collapse the Vietnamese army's defense line in one fell swoop! Their heroic fighting behavior is worthy of our praise. As their platoon leader, how can you
How can you just slap names without knowing the actual situation? If all cadres were like you, then which soldier would be willing to kill the enemy and perform meritorious service on the battlefield!"
"Yes!" Scar stood up again and responded.
"Reflect on yourself!" the battalion commander said meaningfully to Scar: "Remember to clarify things first when you speak next time!"
"Yes!" Scar had already realized that he had wrongly blamed us. He didn't dare to explain any more, but he just kept standing up.
After the battalion commander left, Scar relaxed and asked with a wry smile: "Are you the ones who touched the top of Guizi Mountain?"
"Then there is still a lie..." Xiao Shitou snatched it up and said vividly: "Platoon commander... you don't know what happened. We sneaked into the artillery position of the Yue Jap, and the Yue Jap only focused on firing artillery and didn't pay attention to us. Hey
!That was a good fight..."
"Yes! We killed dozens of Japanese artillerymen in one go, and they didn't even have a chance to fight back!"
"That's it...after shooting the artillery, I then went on to hit the Japanese on the slope. It was really enjoyable!"
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When Scar asked this question, the soldiers started talking all over the place. Several wounded soldiers came up with interest and asked questions, and the soldiers even more vigorously moved us along the ditch.
We touched the ground and used thatch to lurk to the top of the mountain to defeat the Vietnamese army. We told the story in detail, which only made the wounded and health workers around us look at us with envy and admiration.
"Good boy!" Scar sat next to me and handed me a cigarette. He chuckled and said, "I also know that there are people who are trying to cause trouble behind the Japanese devils, but I didn't expect it to be you! This time it's for us.
Pai’s face is exposed, no! Even our faces are exposed..."
He lit the cigarette for Scar and himself, took a deep breath, and then relaxed the tense nerves in his body, and asked: "How is your injury? It doesn't matter!"
"It's okay!" Scar raised his left hand hanging around his neck and looked at it, frowning and said: "It's just some skin injuries, just rest for two days and it will be fine! It's our army..."
As he spoke, he knitted his brows together deeply, exhaled a long breath of smoke, and said a few words: "How many people have fought in ancient times!"
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I would like to use this chapter to pay tribute to the soldiers of the 3rd Battalion of the 484th Regiment of the 162nd Division. When the battalion entered the unknown highland south of Bam as ordered, it was ambushed by the Vietnamese army. 58 people were killed and 43 injured, accounting for one hundred of the number of people who were blocked by the enemy at that time.