Volume 1 Sudden Battlefield Chapter 28

  To know the location of the ammunition depot, you need to know the location of the medical kit; To know the location of the ammunition package, you need those female soldiers to guide the way; Wanting those female soldiers to guide the way... means waiting for the medical kit to run out.

  It just so happens that I saw the medical kits in the hands of those female soldiers were almost used up... To be precise, at this time they were just on the edge of whether to go or not to go... However, if medical kits are in short supply, then they should always be on this edge.

  If I had the time, I could wait here slowly until they used up their first-aid kit. But I didn't have the time, because we couldn't afford to be seen, and the longer it took, the more dangerous it became - once those devils realized someone was sneaking into the tunnel... a thorough search would begin immediately.

  So I thought of a way that wasn't a solution, and I gave the surrounding soldiers a wink, then secretly pulled out the bayonet from my arm and cut a small slit on it. Our Type 56 assault rifle has a folding bayonet, but the AK47's bayonet is detachable, in this regard, the AK47 is much more convenient than ours.

  After finishing, I deliberately exposed this still bleeding mouth under the dim light and waited...

  "Comrade, you're injured!" A Vietnamese woman with thick eyebrows and big eyes said as she walked towards me with a medical kit, then squatted beside me and quickly took out antiseptic water to disinfect...

  I nodded silently and let her continue to fuss over my hand.

  She applied the medicine very carefully, and didn't get impatient despite being overly tired…… so I couldn't help but take a few more glances at her, it was then that I discovered she was different from other Vietnamese women, the difference being that she wasn't wearing military uniform, but rather a white cotton blouse, just like what Vietnamese women often wear, loose and long.

  Perhaps it was my gaze that made the Vietnamese woman tense up, she averted her eyes and busied herself with one hand while saying in Vietnamese: "The Chinese dagger is poisonous, don't underestimate this small wound, if not treated properly, there may be big trouble..."

  My heart skipped a beat when I heard this - could it be true? Are Chinese bayonets poisonous?

  It wasn't until later that I found out this was indeed true, and in this era my country had adopted alloy technology to make bayonets more durable, during which they added toxic "arsenic".

  If someone is unfamiliar with arsenic, but if I mention its other name "arsenic trioxide" ... I believe no one will be unfamiliar with it.

  Furthermore, Vietnam's climate is hot and humid, so the Vietnamese soldiers who were stabbed by our bayonets would often become infected and suppurate even if they didn't die immediately. After becoming infected and suppurating, they would have a persistent high fever, and then there would be no afterwards...

  In other words, the poisonous dagger was not intentionally made by us, but rather it was a result of our country's poor manufacturing technology. This reminds me of modern poisonous milk powder and poisonous capsules. The difference is... poisonous milk powder and poisonous capsules harm ourselves, while poisonous daggers harm the enemy. So I think we should produce more products like poisonous daggers.

  However, after the Vietnamese woman finished washing the wound on my hand, she looked at me with a puzzled expression and furrowed her brow... What had she discovered? I looked at my wound in puzzlement and soon found the problem: the wound was shallow outside but deep inside.

  If the wound on my arm was inflicted by an enemy, it would be deeper inside and shallower outside due to the difference in force applied. Obviously, this wound is self-inflicted.

  At that moment, my head buzzed for a second, and I quickly realized I had exposed myself. My first reaction was that if the woman in front of me shouted out, I would immediately twist her head off.

  However, the Vietnamese woman just took a glance at me and then calmly took out a bandage to dress my wound.

  And why is this? I have thought about it a hundred times and still can't figure it out.

  It's clear that she has already discovered my secret, so why not make a big deal out of it? And yet, it seems like she intends to keep it under wraps for me. Is she worried that I'm going to ruin everything with my reckless behavior? Or does she think I'm just an ordinary Vietnamese soldier trying to get out of duty by faking an injury? But this doesn't seem possible, because a cut on the arm wouldn't affect any mission, and as someone who often bandages wounded soldiers, she should know that.

  To determine if she really knew my identity, I intentionally moved the AK to the right a bit, this small movement could only be noticed by the Vietnamese woman in front of me, in her eyes I was ready to shoot... actually I was indeed ready to shoot.

  The Vietnamese woman's eyes showed a hint of tension and panic, clearly telling me that she knew I was Chinese, but she didn't shout or call out. Instead, she stared at me and slightly shook her head, then took the opportunity to bandage my wound and wrote something on my hand... I sensed that it was the three words "Follow me".

  What? At first, I thought it was nothing, but soon realized the key to the problem. The Vietnamese woman wrote in Chinese characters. There may be many Vietnamese who can speak Chinese, especially in this Sino-Vietnamese border area, but there are absolutely not many Vietnamese who can write Chinese characters. After all, most Vietnamese people only need to speak Chinese to meet their needs, right? Even among us Chinese people, there are many who don't know how to write!

  This suggests what? This suggests that Vietnamese women are very likely Chinese, which can also explain why she never shouted.

  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in my heart. If she was really Chinese, then that would be a huge victory for our mission.

  It didn't take long for the bandaging to be completed, and the Vietnamese woman stood up and deliberately tidied up the first-aid kit. She said something to the others and then slipped into a passageway on the left side. I waited for a moment, then gestured to the soldiers and followed her into the passage.

  I had thought about whether our actions would arouse other people's suspicion, and I had also thought about whether that Vietnamese woman was trustworthy or not, but at this point, I couldn't care less about these things. Rather than waiting here to die without a purpose, it's better to make a desperate attempt.

  This time the tunnel was no longer pitch black, and the Vietnamese woman walking in front of me was shining a flashlight, seemingly waiting for me. This made me feel slightly at ease. Because I thought... if she wanted to cheat or save herself, there would be no need to do this.

  The cat crawled up to the Vietnamese woman's face, I didn't speak and she didn't either. Later I found out... At that time, we were both worried that our guesses might be wrong, if we guessed wrong, it would cost us our lives. The soldiers following me also noticed this situation, they didn't dare to move rashly as they weren't clear about the situation, plus the passage was narrow and they had no chance to move rashly either.

  In the end I lost my patience and asked in a low voice in Chinese: "Are you Chinese?"

  My words couldn't help but startle the warriors behind me, and I immediately felt more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me from behind.

  Actually, I dare to ask for another reason: in case I guess wrong, it's just killing and silencing. Although in modern times I don't even dare to hit a woman, but on this battlefield, especially when dealing with Vietnamese ghosts... never pretend to be a gentleman who doesn't hit women.

  There are only two kinds of people on the battlefield: friends and enemies.

  "Yes!" The Vietnamese woman seemed to have let out a sigh of relief, and then excitedly said: "Comrade, you've finally arrived! I'm from Zhejiang, my name is Chen Yiyi, because I know some medical skills they didn't kill me..."

  "Hmm!" I nodded and interrupted her words, asking: "Do you know where Yuet Kei's ammunition depot is?"

  At the moment she came in, I chose to believe her. Moreover, time is pressing now, so I didn't have the mind to listen to what she said.

  "I know." Chen Yiyiy nodded: "This passage goes all the way to the end!"

  "Uh-huh! You can go now." I said: "Find a safe place to hide and wait for our troops to rescue you."

  I'm saying this for a reason, at that time we ourselves didn't even know if we could keep our lives and get out safely, let alone protect her safety.

  I thought Chen Yiy would understand this, but she refused bluntly: "No, comrade. I want to go with you! Besides, there's no way to turn back on this passage..."

  I thought about it and indeed, time didn't allow us to say much more, so I nodded silently in agreement with her request. To be honest, I didn't want Chen Yiyuan to leave either, because we needed someone familiar with the tunnel's terrain to lead the way. Another reason was that I still wasn't 100% sure if I could trust her. What if she was a skilled spy? If she left, it would mean all of us would lose our lives.

  With Chen Yiyuan's joining, the task suddenly became clear. We easily found the Vietcong ammunition depot... To be exact, it should be called a storage depot, because there were not only ammunition but also living necessities for over 1,000 people in the Vietcong tunnels, such as medicine, food, water and so on.

  Because these materials are related to the lives of everyone in the pit, this last even we didn't figure out how big the warehouse was built very solidly and defended very tightly.

  It's solid because it was built deep in the ground and all six sides are made of reinforced concrete poured with cement, it is said that even the devils boasted that this warehouse can withstand several months of siege unless an atomic bomb is dropped, but what they didn't think of was... we don't need to drop an atomic bomb at all, just sneak in and install a few time bombs inside and it's done.

  It's said that the defense is tight because no one except the warehouse staff can enter this warehouse. Some people may find it strange, how can they get supplies if they can't enter the warehouse? The method of the devils is: assign special personnel to transport goods in the warehouse, and those who come to pick up ammunition and supplies only need to register at the reception desk and wait for a while before someone will bring the supplies over and put them in front of you.

  This is indeed a good way to prevent traitors from sneaking into the warehouse, but there's a saying that goes "born in hardship and died in comfort". The Japanese devils always thought this tunnel was safe and the Chinese couldn't possibly sneak in. Plus, transporting goods in this thin-air tunnel is a very exhausting task, so this system has actually become a mere formality.

  We, the able-bodied laborers, were summoned to the warehouse to move things without much thought, the only trouble was... all firearms and ammunition had to be left outside, including the timed explosives we brought.