Chapter 29

  The Japanese devils wouldn't let us bring our guns and ammunition in, which is also normal.

  This is not for preventing accidental discharge, but rather for preventing misfire...

  Think about it, isn't this a munitions depot? Anyone with a brain knows the danger of carrying guns in to move things.

  For me, it was as if I had unknowingly developed an internal line within the tunnel. Although the soldiers didn't say anything, I could see the incredulity and admiration on their faces. The reason they didn't speak out was that this was Viet Cong territory and they dared not speak Chinese to me.

  In fact, I still can't believe my luck is so good, it's as if heaven has deliberately arranged everything: it was so coincidental that I cut myself, and then so coincidentally there was a Chinese person to treat me, and then we had tacit understanding and trust between us... I believe that if any link in this chain went wrong, I and my team would very likely fall into an irretrievable situation.

  It's really a case of "no coincidence, no story", and I just happened to run into this kind of thing.

  We transported a lot of materials, including ammunition, water and food. It was probably time to distribute the food, with the teams waiting for supplies lined up outside the warehouse. This made us laborers busy moving things in and out of the warehouse, having a great time.

  But on the surface, we're all busy and laughing, but in our hearts, we're actually anxious. Without a timed bomb, it means that none of us can retreat unscathed after completing the task.

  As they walked into the warehouse, the bookworm looked around and asked in a low voice, "What should we do?"

  I understand what the bookworm means, to be honest, it's not hard for us to blow up this arsenal, there are hand grenades and explosive packs everywhere, right? As long as we detonate a few casually, we can cause a chain reaction... But the result of our doing so is that we will perish together with this arsenal!

  Some people might say that, compared to this arsenal, compared to our victory, compared to the number of Japanese devils we killed... even if my squad of only ten men were to perish together, it would be worth it. If one were to simply calculate using arithmetic, considering only the casualties on both sides or the achievement of strategic objectives, then indeed that would be the case. However, anyone who found themselves in our position and faced with this situation would not easily make such a decision.

  Because it concerns our lives, especially mine.

  To me, compared to life itself, all other tasks, hatred and whatnot are just a fart!

  "Wait!" I only replied with one word, in fact, I had been searching for timed bombs among the ammunition while transporting goods all along, unfortunately, I hadn't found any.

  "Or else..." The bayonet gritted his teeth and said: "Or else you go first, I'll stay behind!"

  I understand what Saber means, but what does he plan to do? It's clear that he wants to stay behind and blow up the ammunition depot. To be honest, his idea also makes sense - isn't it better for one person to die than for everyone to stay behind and die together? Saber's idea is indeed admirable, but I don't think this is the best approach.

  "We came together, leaving you alone might arouse the enemy's suspicion." I said: "At that time, we're afraid that even if the task is completed, we won't be able to leave!"

  As soon as I said that, the bayonet was silent. The devils were unguarded, but it didn't mean they were all fools.

  At this time two Vietnamese soldiers patrolling inside the warehouse came over, and we several people pretended to be fine carrying a few boxes each walking away.

  As time passed, I saw fewer and fewer people queuing up outside to receive supplies, which made me increasingly anxious. It was clear that when the supplies were all distributed, it would also be the moment when they no longer needed us, and by then trying to sneak into this arsenal would likely only be possible by force. However, I still couldn't find a way to both destroy the arsenal and safely leave this place...

  Are we really going to trade our lives for this arsenal?

  If we do this, we will be heroes, but I don't want myself or the warriors under me to be heroes, I just want us to live!

  In a very accidental situation, a Vietnamese soldier knocked over a box of American hand grenades, and those iron balls were scattered all over the ground like apples. Seeing this, I suddenly had an idea, pretending to go forward to help clean up, but when leaving, I secretly put two in my sleeve...

  My actions, however, were discovered by the bayonet-wielding thugs and their cohorts. They're all perceptive people, aren't they? Seeing me volunteer to help without being asked, they knew something was fishy, but they couldn't figure out why I had stolen a hand grenade. As a result, each of them cast suspicious glances my way.

  I didn't explain either, I just smiled and hid the grenade under the gaze of the warriors, then continued to move things as if nothing had happened.

  Not long after, this physical labor was nearing its end. I took advantage of no one's attention and hid behind the ammunition box, taking out two hand grenades from the shadow of the lamp and placing them between two wooden boxes. Then, at the fastest speed, I pulled out the insurance bolt and walked away.

  Just like the booby trap I set up last time, these two hand grenades undoubtedly became two very good timed bombs.

  I can almost imagine the scene: when the Vietnamese army distributes supplies next time, a soldier effortlessly carries a wooden box on his shoulder, but is shocked to see two hand grenades rolling out and then "Boom"... The whole world is quiet!

  Some people might say that the power of two hand grenades may not be enough to blow up the entire ammunition depot. This is indeed a fact, after all, this warehouse is not just loaded with ammunition, if the grenade explodes in the pile of cans, it will only make the Vietcong have less food. However, I certainly wouldn't be stupid enough not to consider this, when transporting materials, I had already determined one thing... The wooden boxes where I placed the grenades were packed with explosive packs.

  As I walked out of the ammunition depot, all the soldiers were staring at me. I knew what they meant - they wanted to fight the devils in this final moment! But I knew it was completely unnecessary now, so I smiled lightly and gave a gesture to order the retreat.

  Although the warriors were skeptical, they did not dare disobey my orders in this situation, and could only reluctantly withdraw from the warehouse...

  "Second monitor!" Knife Scar couldn't help but ask in a low voice as we entered the passageway, tapping me on the back: "What are you doing? Are you retreating just like that?"

  "What's the point of not retreating?" I asked back.

  "What about the mission?" Scar said with a snort, his eyes wide with anger. "You're just going to leave without completing it? What a waste of such a good opportunity..."

  "The task is already completed!" I said nonchalantly: "Now let's think about how to withdraw from the pit."

  "Is the task already completed?" Everyone looked at me with confusion, and even Stabber, who was walking ahead, stopped in his tracks.

  "What's going on?" Scar asked: "Speak clearly, so that the warriors can retreat with peace of mind!"

  "Do you still remember when I stole two hand grenades?" I took out two safety pins from my pocket and waved them in front of the bayonet: "The safety pins are here, next time we transport supplies past the devils, hehe..."

  Dào bāo heard the words and was taken aback for a moment, then quickly understood what was going on. He gave my shoulder a hearty slap and exclaimed: "Good kid, you've got spirit!"

  Then quickly realized that this is still a Vietnamese-dominated area, and hurriedly stopped making noise.

  A line of people crawled forward along the passageway, and when I climbed out of the passageway, I was stunned to find that there were several more military officers at the resting place. One of them, an officer with a mustache shaped like the Chinese character for "eight", looked at us with piercing eyes, his rank appearing to be that of a senior captain.

  Chen Yiyiy was also in the habitat, and her eyes showed some panic. When she saw me, she involuntarily glanced at the exit passage.

  I understand what she means, and I also know that the officers in front of me are not easy to deal with.

  "Report, sir!" I ran up a few steps and stood at attention, saluting the lieutenant: "We are troops from the 1st Battalion of the 327th Regiment, just receiving our mission and preparing to head out!"

  The number of this troop is not what I said casually, we had done some intelligence work before entering the tunnel. Although the Vietnamese army's mouth was very tight, it was still possible to capture a few prisoners and extract some information, such as the number and approximate number of Vietnamese troops in the tunnel.

  "Hmm!" Captain Yue of the military looked me up and down, casually asking: "What's the mission?"

  "This... I hesitated and replied: 'I'm afraid it's inconvenient for me to tell you!'"

  This is also my cleverness. In fact, for the safety of intelligence, the Vietnamese army had long since given strict orders that unrelated personnel were not allowed to ask about the content of the mission. I think this lieutenant colonel also knew this point, and he asked this question just to probe us.

  On the other hand, I dare to say this because the communication equipment in this tunnel is very poor and basically relies on manual inquiry by communication personnel. If Lieutenant Colonel Vu wants to verify this point, he can only send a communication personnel to inquire. However... as the saying goes, military affairs are urgent, and at the critical moment when we are about to execute our mission, it is obviously unrealistic to wait for him to send a communication personnel back and forth.

  "Uh-huh!" Captain Vuong nodded again, then quietly adjusted my collar and said: "Do it well, show the Chinese some strength!"

  "Yes!" I straightened up and led us towards the exit tunnel.

  To be honest, this result is quite unexpected for me. At first, I thought that the Vietnamese lieutenant was not easy to deal with, but it turned out that he was easily fooled.

  It was an unexpected turn of events, but I still followed the team into the passage without any hesitation. As I passed by Chen Yiyang's side, I couldn't help but pause for a moment. It seemed inappropriate to take her out in this situation. Chen Yiyang also cast me a look of understanding and nodded sadly.

  At this time, I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart, a sense of guilt arose in my mind, and at the same time, there was also an urge to rush out with a gun and forcibly take her away. But reason ultimately made me calm down, gritted my teeth and continued to crawl into the pit.

  What we didn't expect was that the cunning Vietnamese lieutenant hadn't let down his guard against us, and just as we were about to leave, he waved at us with a standard Chinese phrase: "Comrades, goodbye!"