If you want to know the location of the ammunition depot, you need to know the location of the medical pack; if you want to know the location of the ammunition pack, you need those female soldiers to lead the way; if you want those female soldiers to lead the way... you have to wait until the medical pack is used up.
I just happened to see that the medical kits in the hands of the female soldiers were almost used... To be precise, it was just on the edge of whether they could go or not... But then again, if the medical kits are in short supply, they can go there at any time.
They should all be on this edge.
If I had time, I could wait here slowly until they use up the first aid kit. But I don't have time, because we all can't see the light. The longer the time, the more dangerous it is. Once the Japanese realize that someone has sneaked into the tunnel...
...A thorough investigation will be conducted soon.
So I thought of a solution that was not a solution. I winked at the soldiers around me, and then secretly took out the gun and made a cut on my arm. Our Type 56 submachine gun is a folding gun, but the AK47
The military stab is detachable. From this point of view, the AK47 is much more convenient than ours.
After finishing it, I deliberately exposed the still bleeding wound to the dim light and waited...
"Comrade, you are injured!" A Vietnamese woman with thick eyebrows and big eyes said as she walked towards me with a medical bag, then squatted next to me and started to quickly take out the potion for disinfection...
I nodded calmly and let her toss it in my hand.
She was very careful when applying the potion, and did not feel impatient because she was too tired... So I couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and then I realized that she was a little different from other Vietnamese women. The difference was that
She was not wearing a military uniform, but a white t-shirt, wide and long like Vietnamese women often wear.
Maybe my eyes made the Vietnamese woman nervous. She avoided my eyes and said in Vietnamese while busy with her hands: "Chinese bayonets are poisonous. Don't underestimate this small wound. If you don't treat it well, it may
There will be big trouble..."
When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel a little "thumped" in my heart. This can't be true, can it? China's military spurs are poisonous?
Later I learned that this was indeed true. In this era, our country used alloy technology to make the bayonet stronger, and poisonous "arsenic" was added to it.
If someone is not familiar with arsenic, but if I mention its other name "arsenic"... I believe no one will be unfamiliar with it.
In addition, the climate in Vietnam is hot and humid, so even if the Vietnamese soldiers injured by our bayonets do not die at the time, they will often develop pus and fester afterwards. After the fester, there will be continuous high fever, and then nothing will happen...
In other words, this poisonous bayonet was not actually done intentionally by us, but was done as a last resort because our country's manufacturing process was not up to standard. This reminds me of modern poisonous milk powder, poisonous capsules and the like. The difference is...
Poisoned milk powder and poisonous capsules harm ourselves, but poisonous bayonets harm our enemies. So I think we might as well produce more products like poisonous bayonets.
However, after the Vietnamese woman cleaned the wound on my hand, she glanced at me doubtfully and frowned... What did she find? I looked at my wound doubtfully, and soon discovered the problem.
: The wound is shallow on the outside and deep on the inside.
If the wound on my arm was inflicted by an enemy, it would be shallow on the inside and deep on the outside due to different forces. It is obvious that the wound on my arm was a self-inflicted wound.
At this moment, my head couldn't help but buzz, and I soon realized that I had been exposed. My first reaction was that if the woman in front of me screamed, I would immediately break her head.
However, the Vietnamese woman just glanced at me, and then took out the bandage and bandaged me as if nothing had happened.
Why is this? I can't figure it out.
It's obvious that she has discovered my secret, so why didn't she tell it? And she seems to want to hide it for me. Is she worried that I will destroy her? Or does she regard me as an ordinary Vietnamese who tries to evade the mission by hurting himself?
Soldier? But this seems impossible, because a cut on the arm will not affect any mission. As someone who often bandages wounded soldiers, she will not know this.
In order to confirm whether she really knew my identity, I deliberately moved the AK to the right. This small movement was only noticed by the Vietnamese woman in front of me. In her eyes, I was doing a good job.
I was ready to shoot... Actually, I was indeed ready to shoot.
The nervousness and panic in the Vietnamese woman's eyes clearly told me that she knew I was a Chinese soldier, but she still didn't scream. Instead, she stared at me and shook her head slightly, and then took the opportunity to bandage me and put her hands on my hands.
What was written... I knew by feeling that it was the words "Follow me".
What? At first I thought it was nothing, but I soon realized the crux of the problem. Vietnamese women write in Chinese characters. There may be many Vietnamese who can speak Chinese, especially in the Sino-Vietnamese border area, but there are only a few Vietnamese who can write Chinese characters.
But there are definitely not many. After all, most Vietnamese can meet their needs as long as they can speak Chinese, right? Even among us Chinese who can’t write, there are still many!
What does this mean? This means that the Vietnamese woman is most likely Chinese, which can also explain why she never screamed.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel ecstatic. If she is really Chinese, then it can add a big victory chip to our mission.
After a while, the bandaging was completed. The Vietnamese woman stood up and deliberately organized the first aid kit. She said something to the others and went to a passage on the left. I waited for a while, then gestured to the soldiers.
Then he got into the passage.
I have thought about whether our actions will arouse others' suspicion, and I have also thought about whether the Vietnamese woman is trustworthy, but at this time, I no longer care about these things. Rather than waiting for death here without any purpose,
It's better to fight to the death.
This time the passage was no longer dark. The Vietnamese woman walking in front was holding a flashlight and seemed to be waiting for me. This made me feel a little more relieved. Because I felt... if she wanted to lie to me or
If it's to save your life, there's no need to do this.
I ducked and crawled in front of the Vietnamese woman. I didn't say anything, and she didn't say anything either. Later I found out... At this time, we were actually worried about whether our guess was right. If we guessed wrong, we would have to pay compensation.
My own life. The soldiers following me obviously also discovered this situation. They didn't know the situation and didn't act rashly. In addition, the passage was narrow and they didn't have the chance to act rashly.
Finally I lost my patience and asked in a low voice in Chinese: "Are you Chinese?"
My words couldn't help but startle the soldiers behind me, and I immediately felt a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me from behind.
In fact, there is another reason why I dare to ask: If I guess wrong, I will kill someone and silence them. Although in modern times, I can't bear to beat a woman, but on this battlefield, especially against the Japanese Japs...
…never pretend that a gentleman doesn’t hit women.
Because there are only two kinds of people on the battlefield, friends and enemies.
"Yes!" The Vietnamese woman seemed to be relieved, and then said excitedly: "Comrade, I've been waiting for you! I'm from Zhejiang, my name is Chen Yiyi, and they won't kill me because I know some medical skills..."
"Yeah!" I nodded and interrupted her and asked, "Do you know where the Yue Japanese's ammunition depot is?"
I chose to believe her the moment I walked in with her, and since I was pressed for time, I had no intention of listening to what she said.
"I know." Chen Yiyi nodded: "This passage goes all the way to the end!"
"Well! You can go." I said, "Find a safe place to hide and wait for our troops to rescue you."
There is a reason why I say this. At this time, we don’t even know if we can get out with our lives, let alone protect her safety.
I thought Chen Yiyi would understand this, but she simply refused: "No, comrade. I want to go with you! Besides, there is no turning back in this passage..."
When I thought about it, it was true. In addition, time did not allow us to say anything more, so I nodded and acquiesced to her request. To be honest, I actually didn’t want Chen Yiyi to leave, because we needed someone who was familiar with the terrain of the tunnel to help us.
Lead the way. Another reason is that I don't trust her 100% yet. If she is a brilliant agent, then her departure means that all of us will lose our lives.
With the addition of Chen Yiyi, the mission instantly became clear. We easily found the Yue Jap's ammunition depot... to be precise, it should be the Yue Jap's storage depot, because there is not only ammunition here, but also a Yue Jap's tunnel.
Daily necessities needed by more than a thousand people, such as medicine, food, water, etc.
Because these materials are related to the lifeblood of everyone in the tunnel, this warehouse, which we didn't even know how big it was in the end, was built very solidly and was very tightly defended.
It is said to be strong because it is built deep into the earth and its six sides are made of cement slabs poured with reinforced concrete. It is said that the Vietnamese even threatened that unless an atomic bomb was dropped in this warehouse, it would not be a problem to hold on here for several months.
But what they didn't expect was... we didn't need to drop an atomic bomb at all, but just sneaked in and installed a few time bombs inside.
It is said that it is tightly guarded because no one else can enter the warehouse except the warehouse staff. Some people may find it strange that if you cannot enter the warehouse, how can you get supplies? The way to defeat the Japanese is to allocate dedicated staff to the warehouse.
For transportation, anyone who comes to collect ammunition and supplies only needs to register at the reception desk and wait for a while, someone will naturally bring the supplies and put them in front of you.
This is indeed a good way to prevent traitors from sneaking into the warehouse. However, there is a saying that "born in trouble and dies in happiness". The Vietnamese Japs always think that this tunnel is very safe and it is impossible for Chinese people to sneak in. In addition, in
Carrying supplies in tunnels with thin air is very tiring, so this system is actually in name only.
We, a few young and strong laborers, were called to the warehouse to move things without even putting much thought into it. The only trouble was...all the guns and ammunition had to be left outside, including the time bombs we brought.