There were four Vietnamese soldiers who rushed into the house. One of them was seriously injured and could only grunt a few times. The other two were injured moderately, but because the light was too dark, it was difficult to see where they were injured.
, I only know that there is still some fighting ability for the time being. There is also one person who doesn’t have any injuries at all, whether it is luck or high quality... but this just makes him die faster.
The person who killed him was none other than me, who had ulterior motives!
I slowly approached him while the other Vietnamese soldiers were not paying attention. Then I covered his mouth with one hand and with the other hand, I laid the military thorn flat and sent it diagonally into his lungs... This killing method is
I learned it from the old man. The purpose of holding the bayonet flat and tilting it up is to prevent the spine from getting stuck in the ribs. Pierce the lungs to make the target's lungs congested and unable to breathe and make sounds. So sometimes I feel that the old man kills people.
Treat it as a science.
It is not difficult to do this. After all, we are surrounded in a wooden house, with gunfire and explosions everywhere, and many bullets penetrating the wooden boards and making whizzing sounds above our heads, even for those who are injured.
It's no big deal for the Yue Jap to know that his comrade is dead. He was killed by a stray bullet!
The difficulty is that I have never killed an enemy at such a close distance. In the past, even in hand-to-hand combat, it was still a step away. However, now in order to prevent him from making too many movements and noises, I have to kill him from behind.
Holding him tightly...Although I have killed many people, he still felt the struggle and trembling due to severe pain when he was stabbed, and the last few unwilling twitches before death.
Makes me shudder.
How cruel and cold-blooded do you have to be to ignore a person losing his life in your arms like this? I only know that a chill went straight from the soles of my feet to my forehead. The hand covering my mouth felt the blood spurting out of him, and I just felt
My stomach was churning, and a sense of terror arose spontaneously that I could run away as far as I could... But I knew that I couldn't run away, and I couldn't move, because there were several injured Japanese soldiers not far away...
Why kill the uninjured and only leave the injured? The injured only care about their own injuries. How can they consider whether the people around them are real or fake? The uninjured people are very clear-headed, right? What if they discover some flaw?
, it is undoubtedly a very difficult situation... So if you don't kill him, who else can you kill?
Just as I was about to enter the tunnel with the soldiers, a Vietnamese call came from inside: "The password..."
Although I can speak Vietnamese, I don't know the password... so I can't answer this. I can't help but secretly think that these Vietnamese Japs are really cautious. In such an emergency, they would rather let their comrades risk their lives outside.
I was waiting in danger and was unwilling to let anyone in casually. Fortunately, I was prepared, so I glanced at Scar. Scar was also a smart man, and he quickly carried the wounded person in his hand to the entrance of the tunnel...
It's true that we are pretending to be overcoming the Japanese, but these wounded soldiers are not, so they will definitely know the password to enter the tunnel.
Sure enough, the wounded shouted loudly in Chinese: "People's Liberation Army!"
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: the password used by the Vietnamese Japanese was actually "People's Liberation Army" in Chinese.
But this seems to be normal. If in the dead of night, the voices of the Japanese shouting passwords were heard by our People's Liberation Army soldiers, they would think who was chatting inside!
From this point of view, Yue Jiazi is really thoughtful.
Perhaps, this is not what anyone would have thought of, but it is a set of confidentiality mechanisms that they have naturally formed due to long-term operations for so many years.
Soon it was our turn. I grabbed the dirty dirt stained with blood on the ground and wiped it on my face. I gritted my teeth and crawled into the tunnel.
After an unpleasant smell, the space instantly became very narrow, and it was pitch black without any light. In the darkness, I could only hear someone urging me not to stop, so I had no choice but to move forward in a daze.
To be honest, I don't like this feeling very much. It's not because the tunnel is too low and I can only move forward with my waist down, but because I can't figure out the current situation at all. I don't know where I am, and I don't know where my soldiers are.
Whether they are following me or not, I don’t even know whether the people in front of me or behind me are friends or foes... At this time, I feel that I have lost contact with my comrades, and I am already fighting alone!
I have to admit that I didn't think of this before. This reminds me of what the old man said: actual combat difficulties are always much more difficult than imagined.
After following the people in front of me for an unknown amount of time, I finally found a glimmer of light in front of me. I originally hoped to see the light but suddenly became afraid because I was worried that they would see something wrong...
The front was getting brighter and brighter, and finally we arrived at our destination, a habitat measuring dozens of square meters.
Later, I learned that the tunnels of Yuejizi are actually connected by countless passages and such habitats. Habitats are used to store materials or for people to rest. They can be large or small according to needs. Each habitat has its own characteristics.
There are several passages connected to habitats in other directions, and the entire underground tunnel is like a maze...
In fact, I can already see these from several tunnel entrances on the habitat, so at this time I couldn't help but secretly complain: We don't know where these tunnel entrances lead to, so... we have to navigate these spider web-like tunnels.
Finding the Japs' ammunition depot... is undoubtedly like finding a needle in a haystack.
After sitting down in the habitat, I glanced around. Fortunately, the soldiers were all there, and none of them were missing. This made me feel a little more at ease.
The soldiers looked at me and Scar intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were waiting for our orders. But what can be done about this? Should I capture a Vietnamese soldier to torture or let them lead the way? This seems to be the only way to do this.
Nothing will happen except revealing our identity.
I turned my attention to Scar, but I could tell from the helpless expression on his face that he was also helpless.
Only then did I realize how reckless my plan was. It could even be said... that we rushed in without even knowing the underground tunnels of the Japanese. As a result, we were now unable to advance or retreat.
The habitat is very crowded, and an upside-down flashlight is the only light source here. There are all kinds of people under the flashlight, including soldiers and ordinary people, men and women. The air is very thin, maybe it is for this reason that
The people in the tunnel didn't talk much. Only a few wounded people occasionally groaned or coughed. But this was just what I wanted. Just now, I was worried that I would be exposed because I couldn't speak Vietnamese!
What should I do next? This question came to my mind again. It is obvious that this place is not a place to stay for a long time. The longer you stay here, the greater the possibility of being discovered by the Vietnamese army.
Are there several other troops? Do they know if they have sneaked in? Do we need to get in touch with them first? But I quickly remembered that when entering the tunnel, the enemy needs a password, which means... they may not have any knowledge at all.
He couldn't sneak into the tunnel.
It was obvious that we were on our own now, but I had no clue about the situation in front of me. Coupled with the fear in my heart and the breathless air, I wanted to pick up a gun and fight randomly several times.
That’s it.
But in the end I controlled myself, because I knew that the result would be nothing other than the annihilation of our army. I still have ten soldiers under my command, and I have to take them back!
At this time, my eyes fell on a few female soldiers who were bandaging the wounded with first-aid kits. They attracted my attention because...most of the Vietnamese soldiers in the tunnels did not bring first-aid kits. I learned this from the Vietnamese soldiers as early as yesterday.
The body was found on the body, so we didn’t bring a few first aid kits before we came down.
I didn't think too much about this before. I just thought the Japanese were poor. How could they have first aid kits if they couldn't even afford shoes? Now that I thought about it, I felt something was wrong. First aid kits should be said to be military supplies.
, this thing will even directly affect the combat effectiveness and morale of the troops. No one wants to wait for death because of a minor non-fatal injury on the battlefield, right? Therefore, the Soviet Union should also provide firearms to the Vietnamese army.
First aid kits are the right thing! The fact that these female soldiers are using first aid kits to treat the wounded is proof of this.
Then why don't they carry it with them? There is only one reason. They don't have enough first aid kits. After all, besides soldiers, there are many civilians in the tunnels, right?
What is the solution to the shortage of first-aid kits? That is to centralize the use of first-aid kits and use them on those who need them most. Where will they concentrate the first-aid kits?
Thinking of this, I almost screamed with excitement: There is no doubt that they will gather the first aid kits in a relatively safe place, which is most likely a warehouse storing food or ammunition.