"What should we do? What should we do?" Zhang Fan saw the flashlight lights getting closer and closer, and was so frightened that he could not speak incoherently: "Yang Xuefeng, what should we do? The enemy is coming..."
"Stop talking!" I looked around, pointed at the bed behind me, and said in a low voice: "Get out of bed!"
"Under the bed?" Zhang Fan's face was full of surprise.
I know what she is worried about. The furnishings in this room are very simple. Apart from a bedside table, there is only one bed. So is the Vietnamese still a fool? He didn't even check under the bed after he came in?
"Quick!" I glared at Zhang Fan and ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Hide in and don't make a sound under any circumstances!"
"Oh!" Seeing how determined I was, Zhang Fan didn't dare to say anything, so he trembled and got under the bed to hide...
I stood up and took a look, and there was no other place to hide... so I ducked and hid behind the door.
After thinking about it, I felt that it was not suitable. Although the door behind the door was a more suitable hiding place, the Vietnamese army were all veterans with combat experience. How could they not pay attention to whether there was an ambush behind the door.
Then the sound of heavy kicking on the door from next door confirmed my thoughts... Don't underestimate the Vietnamese army's practice of kicking the door hard. This actually has a lot of history.
I remember the old man once said: "When you kick a door, of course you have to hit it hard, and the heavier the better... If there is an enemy ambushing behind the door with a gun, the door will bounce back as soon as it hits it, and the door that hits it will bounce back.
The door will also make it impossible for him to aim his gun...just go through with a bullet!"
So I quickly understood that this door was not a good place to hide, just like the old man said... It seems that the Japanese can know if there is anyone behind the door with just one kick, and then raise their hand and move...
But where can I hide? The four white walls are empty. There is nothing except a few spikes and hangers for hanging clothes on the wall. It seems that unless I can become invisible...
No! This clothes hanger seems to be able to do something interesting.
Thinking of this, I immediately took off my hospital gown and stretched it out on a hanger... Then I shrank my head, leaned back a little, and hid myself.
After thinking about it, I got out again while I still had time, grabbed a towel, squatted down, reached under the bed, and blocked Zhang Fan's mouth, and then deliberately exposed a corner of Zhang Fan's white coat outside the bed...
Of course, Zhang Fan was not very willing to have her mouth blocked. At first, she stretched out her hand to resist, and then immediately wanted to rip the towel off her mouth... But after I twisted her hand back hard, she stopped trying again.
, the tears on my face just fell down like broken pearls...
I don't have time to feel sorry for her, because I know very well that this is a life-threatening moment, and if you are not careful, you will end up in a dead end, so I don't allow Zhang Fan to resist at all. Even if there is time, there is
Conditions, I will not hesitate to tie Zhang Fan's disobedient hands to death.
After finishing all this, he grabbed a pair of chopsticks that had not been cleaned from the bedside table and retracted them into his clothes.
I believe that after I carefully concealed it, the Japanese would think it was just a piece of clothing hanging on the wall... Of course, if he saw two feet growing under the clothing, he would see the flaw. However.
But I believe that the Vietnamese will not notice this.
First of all, it’s because the Yue Jap uses a flashlight. This flashlight can indeed illuminate some places, but it will make you less able to see other places... This is the so-called darkness under the lamp. So when the flashlight illuminates the hospital gown When I was wearing the hospital gown, it was hard to find that I still had a pair of raised feet under the hospital gown.
Secondly, there is a more obvious and reasonable flaw in front of him. Under the bed is a good place to hide, and a corner of the white coat is exposed... This is how people's attention is, or it can be said that it is people's attention. A conditioned reflex, they will first be attracted to more eye-catching places and respond.
I'm not sure whether my conclusion is correct, but now I seem to have no choice. As the saying goes, everything depends on man and God, and now I can only wait for God's test.
After a while, there was only a "bang" sound, and the Yue Japanese kicked the door open hard. I even heard a thick muffled sound when the door hit the wall.
Then a flashlight flashed across the top of my head. At this time, I was so nervous that my palms were sweating... Damn it, as long as this guy finds something is wrong, he will just shoot two bullets or pick it with a bayonet... I will probably That is to say, he is going to lose his life.
Fortunately, this was not the case. Through the gap between the clothes, I soon discovered that the flashlight light stayed under the bed. It was obvious that the Vietnamese had been fooled, but I still did not move...
It should be said that at this time, I had the ability to kill the Vietnamese devil and seize his gun. After all, he had diverted his attention, right? And his back was turned to me... But I didn't do that because I believed At this time, the Vietnamese soldier's finger was still on the trigger. Even if I could kill him, I would still let him fire a few bullets to alert other Vietnamese troops. This was not what I wanted.
So I waited quietly, I believed he wouldn't yell because he found the hem of his white coat, that's what only recruits who have nothing to do can do.
Sure enough, the next second I saw him walking to the bed and bending down to shine a flashlight in... At this moment, in order to maintain the balance of his body and the strength of one hand to support the AK47, he habitually Take your finger off the trigger and raise the muzzle of the gun...
This was the time for me to take action. I rushed out of my clothes and covered his mouth from behind. Then I grabbed the chopsticks with my right hand and stabbed him hard in the door... right in his eyes... This was actually My only chance, I was holding chopsticks in my hand, wasn't it? It wouldn't be fatal if it stabbed anywhere else, but the eyes were different...
I just felt the Yue Jap under me was in great pain and struggling wildly. He wanted to scream, but I muffled him so that he couldn't make any sound. These movements were actually not small, but it was a pity that these sounds were all blocked by the movie. The noise was masked so no one else noticed.
From this point of view, it is a good thing for me that the Vietnamese army continues to show the movie.
This Vietnamese soldier is quite capable. In this situation, his right hand wanted to touch the AK that had fallen away, but I pressed it down in time with my knee. Then I slammed his head into the ground... the whole pair The chopsticks were knocked in, and the Yue Jiazi's whole body went limp as if the power had been cut off.
Looking at Zhang Fan again, she covered her eyes and screamed as if she had seen a ghost. It was only because there was a towel stuffed in her mouth that she made no sound. She was obviously frightened by the scene in front of her... I used a towel in advance It was foresight to seal her mouth.
I ignored Zhang Fan's crying look. In fact, I didn't think she had anything... but she just saw the dead and saw how I killed people. Compared with the crisis I am facing now, compared with the Japanese Japs I killed before. ...What does this current situation mean?
I quickly took off the Yue Jiazi's clothes, put them on myself as quickly as possible, then put on the AK and picked up the flashlight... I even pretended to search and let the flashlight shine in the room. According to.
Just when I was about to walk out of the room, I suddenly heard the Vietnamese army outside the window calling to the nurse in blunt Chinese: "Zhang Fan, does anyone know where Zhang Fan is?"
Now I couldn't help but be stunned. The enemy's target turned out to be Zhang Fan?
I looked at Zhang Fan under the bed, and her face turned pale.
I pretended to be searching again and went back under the bed, took out the towel from her mouth and asked in a low voice: "Why are the Japanese Japanese looking for you?"
"I..." Zhang Fan replied with runny nose and tears: "I don't know either!"
After thinking for a while, I asked again: "Who are your parents?"
Zhang Fan couldn't help being stunned, and then he opened his eyes wide and answered with horror: "My father is the commander of the ** Military Region, how did the Vietnamese know... I... not many people know this..."
I couldn’t help but faint. Commander of the Military Region? Zhang Fan is the daughter of the Commander of the ** Military Region?
I knew there was a connection behind Zhang Fan before, but I didn’t expect it to be such a big connection... No wonder the Jiezi agents would target her and launch a sneak attack!
It should be said that this operation of the Vietnamese army agents was well planned and rigorous... But God is not as good as God. Who would have thought that Zhang Fan didn't go to the movie because of me? She would even go to the movies right away. Escape into my room…
Without thinking much, I immediately pulled out a grenade from my waist and handed it to Zhang Fan and said, "Stay here and don't move. Use this if the enemy finds out!"
Of course Zhang Fan knows what I mean. As for the glory bomb, many soldiers in our army have such a grenade on their bodies. Some even tie them to death. The purpose is not to be a prisoner of the Vietnamese army and stay until the end. For your own use.
But...seeing that I spoke so plainly and acted so simply...Zhang Fan still stared at me with wide eyes in disbelief.
I didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out of the room. For me, I have seen a lot of life and death on the battlefield, and now it seems that death, heroism, etc. will not affect my judgment.
Just like now, once Zhang Fan is captured by the Vietnamese army... it would be better to commit suicide, especially... she is still a woman, and she is also the daughter of the commander of the military region.
The moment I walked out of the room, I felt a lot less pressure on my body.
Rather than facing Zhang Fan's shocked and questioning gaze, I would rather face the dozens of Japanese Japs outside... although I don't know how to deal with them.
Besides, there shouldn't be any danger for Zhang Fan hiding in the house. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place, right? Who would have thought that the target would not hide in the jungle next to the village but hide under their noses, let alone I was searched by "my own people" right under my nose...
So, the rest is to think about how to dispatch these Vietnamese agents.