Chapter Thirty-Three

  Why say that?

  If it were the Americans, they would be more likely to consider strategic significance, such as the old street being under enemy control. Not operating during the day and only coming out at night to harass us doesn't make much sense, as this can neither force us to retreat nor affect our military supplies transportation. Moreover, the Americans value life more, so if it were them fighting against us, they would be more likely to choose staying in the trenches waiting for rescue.

  However, the Japanese are different. They fight more with consideration for morale, thinking of giving the enemy a lesson, or swallowing their pride... In fact, if we carefully examine our own troops, it seems that they also often fight to vent their anger.

  So I think the devils will definitely come out. They not only will come out, but also will hold their breath to avenge the tunnel entrance destroyed by us during the day and the dead and wounded brothers.

  Isn't there a saying? The two sides of the war didn't have any hatred at first, but as they fought on and on, their hatred for each other grew deeper and deeper... This phrase sounds just like Lu Xun's "The world originally had no path, but when many people walked it, it became a path".

  "Cough..."

  It wasn't long before I was nodding off to sleep, but just as my eyes were about to close, a faint noise in the darkness made me jump and I was suddenly wide awake.

  It's good that I didn't fall asleep, otherwise a roll over from this beam would be disastrous. Losing face is nothing to worry about, but startling those devils and affecting the completion of the mission, how can I explain it to the two battalion commanders?!

  After that faint sound, it took a long time to see any reaction, neither was there any voice nor did anyone come out of the wooden box. This made me doubt whether I had misheard earlier. There was even an impulse to take a flashlight and observe the wooden box, but I knew I absolutely couldn't do that!

  The old man once told me that everyone has a conditioned reflex, but the conditioned reflex formed in the rear and on the battlefield is completely different. For example, ordinary people will instinctively look in the direction of the sound when they hear an unusual noise, but on the battlefield, the correct conditioned reflex should be to immediately lie down or roll... The reason is actually very simple, because the unusual noises on the battlefield are often someone hiding in a hidden place aiming at you with a gun!

  So, the difference between old and new soldiers is that old soldiers have already fully formed the conditioned reflexes they should have on the battlefield. They always rely on their instincts to increase their chances of survival, while new soldiers do not.

  From this point on, I don't think I can be called a veteran yet, because I still have to rely on my own willpower to control myself not to move randomly and not to turn my gaze towards the wooden box... I think other warriors also have the same feeling as me, there is a saying that curiosity kills the cat, but on the battlefield, curiosity can kill a person!

  Soon I found that my approach was correct, as shortly after, several "creaking" sounds came from the wooden box... These sounds were not loud, but very small and clear. It was obvious that the devils were crawling out of the tunnel and moving around. In order not to alert the Liberation Army outside, they tried their best not to make any noise, but we inside the house could hear it clearly.

  At this time, I had to slowly turn my head towards the direction of the wooden box. Before turning my head, I carefully grasped the hat that was originally covering my face so it wouldn't fall off. The reason for doing so was that I needed to know how many people from the Viet Minh came out to be active.

  Imagine if only two or three Viet Cong came out, but ten went back in. What would the Viet Cong waiting in ambush think? That's also what I've been worried about... If fewer Viet Cong come out, we can't have many people go in either. And with fewer people, the chances of being discovered by the Viet Cong are greater, and the success rate of our mission is smaller. More importantly... the possibility of us getting killed is also greater!

  One, two... I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart. Only two Viet Cong came out of the wooden box! Isn't it only possible to fish in muddy waters? If only two Vietnamese soldiers come out, how can we mix in? The Viet Cong in the tunnel must be all too familiar with these two people!

  I soon put my mind at ease, because I saw these two people carefully observing the house, then poking their heads out of the window and door... They were just looking for an opportunity to escape, and I quickly realized this, so I secretly let out a sigh of relief and continued waiting.

  My guess was right, and soon one of the black shadows returned to the wooden box, making a few rhythmic cricket calls inside, followed by one after another, the black shadows appeared in the room.

  There were fifteen people in total, and as soon as they came out, the small room that was originally not spacious was packed to the brim. Through the few starlights shining through the door gap, I could see that they were wearing our military uniforms. What these fake Liberation Army didn't know was that there were ten real Liberation Army soldiers staring at them in the darkness...

  These little devils were very careful, they prepared for a while inside the house and even deliberately sent two people to throw stones and ask for directions. Only after making sure that there was no situation outside did they carefully crawl out of the dog hole.

  Why do you have a door and window but still want to drill from the dog hole? After thinking for a while, I finally understood that this house is a wooden house. When opening doors and windows, it will make a very loud noise. I think this is also why our soldiers found it difficult to discover the traces of the Viet Cong entering and exiting these days. However, in any case, these Viet Cong have already reached the end of the road. There are at least several dozen submachine guns and machine guns outside the house aimed at this house, their mission is to carry out firepower blockade on this not-so-large house.

  There were no gunshots, nor any commotion, and similarly, it had been a long time since there was any movement outside. From this point of view, the devils are still very patient, they did not rush to launch an attack when they mixed out of the tunnel... They may have contacted their accomplices outside first, or merged with each other to avoid mutual attacks, but these were not things that we, hiding in the house, could know, so we could only wait quietly.

  From this point on, the combat experience of our Liberation Army is far inferior. Because this time we are responsible for infiltrating the Vietnamese army's tunnels with a total of seven classes, I can only know the number "seven classes". As for where they are, which direction to attack, how troops identify each other... nothing at all.

  Perhaps our superiors thought that the chances of us surviving in the tunnel were very small, perhaps they thought that the probability of us meeting in the tunnel was very small...... but anyway, I feel like a headless fly.

  This makes me unable to calm down, because I know the battle is about to start soon, and we will be crawling into the enemy's trenches to fight for our lives... Can we complete the mission and return unscathed? Completing the mission may be possible, but wanting to come out alive from those narrow trenches is probably up to heaven!

  "Bang!" Half an hour later, the first gunshot finally rang out, followed by a chaotic burst of gunfire and explosions outside, like a storm had erupted. The once quiet old street, where you could hear a pin drop, suddenly became a chaotic mess.

  I flipped over and jumped down from the beam, the cat lowered its body and swung a flashlight wrapped in black cloth upwards, this was the signal to gather the warriors, so soon the warriors gathered around me from all directions. They all crouched low... isn't this room made of wood? We don't want to be hit by stray bullets coming in from outside.

  We were waiting, waiting for the devils to start retreating into the tunnels when their attack was unfavorable, that is, when the machine gun fire outside started, that is, the moment we charged into the tunnel...

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." Before long, a burst of gunfire came from outside the house, accompanied by cries of pain and the sound of bullets piercing the wooden boards. It was clear that the Viet Minh had begun to retreat into their tunnels, so I knew it was time for us to enter the enemy's tunnel.

  "Ready!" I made a gesture to the warriors beside me, and immediately two of them lifted the wooden box lid. The rest of the warriors also prepared their weapons, waiting for my order to enter the tunnel...

  Just then, the unexpected happened. The wooden door was slammed open with a "bang", and several black shadows flashed in before quickly slamming shut again. Several bullets followed those few black shadows through the door panel, knocking some of them to the ground. In an instant, the small room was filled with a cacophony of wails and the smell of blood.

  No need to think, these few black shadows must be the remnants of the Vietcong. Not bad, seeing this I couldn't help but secretly laugh in my heart, these guys actually managed to escape to here under our army's tight firepower net, this is enough to prove that they are all experienced old soldiers.

  The bayonet let out a cold hum, raised the AK in his hand and aimed at the few injured Vietnamese soldiers who were crying out in agony, but his action was quickly stopped by me.

  At that time, I had a flash of inspiration in my mind and felt that these several Viet Cong were still useful, especially those who were injured... The fact also proved that my idea was correct. If we didn't have these "wounded" men, we might have been discovered by the Vietnamese army like other troops after entering the tunnel for not long.

  I glanced at the scar beside me and gave him a signal, but he looked at me in confusion, clearly not understanding what I meant. This forced me to take a risk and lean into his ear, whispering a few words: "Take them with you into the tunnel!"

  "Ah!" Scar was stunned for a moment before reacting, then pounced forward with agility, muttering Vietnamese phrases while skillfully performing emergency first aid, occasionally raising his AK to fire a few shots into the darkness outside...