Chapter 23

  "Isn't it coming from outside?" The bookworm listened and couldn't help but wonder: "Where else would it come from?"

  "Right!" Xiaoshi also said: "The old street is full of our troops, not from outside, are they coming out of the ground?"

  "It's like they came out of the ground!" I said: "Remember when we first entered the old street, those devils escaped through tunnels?"

  "That......" The bookworm hesitated and said: "That's just a local accent......"

  "What if there are many tunnels under the old street?" I asked back: "Wasn't an entire regiment of Viet Minh stationed in the old street before? Nobody knows where they ran to, what if this troop dug into the ground?"

  With a loud shout, all the warriors beside me were stunned by my words, and even the battle-hardened Scar was no exception.

  "How is that possible?" The bookworm's face was full of disbelief: "Class leader, are you saying... the underground tunnels beneath Old Street can accommodate an entire regiment of devils?"

  "Hasn't all the underground been dug out yet?" Xiaoshi also shook his head and said, "How many years will it take to dig this tunnel?"

  "It's possible!" Scar thought for a moment and frowned, saying: "This local product... wasn't originally meant to deal with us!"

  He paused, and Dao Ba said thoughtfully: "Before fighting us, the Viet Cong were fighting the Americans... The American planes and artillery were powerful, it was we who taught the Viet Cong to dig tunnels to hide from the planes and artillery. I'm afraid... From that time on, there have been underground tunnels under the old street!"

  The warriors all went "oh" and I also thought of the Viet Minh tunnels often seen in old Vietnam War movies.

  Actually, I didn't think of this myself, but vaguely remembered that the old man had said that under the old street was an underground castle, and our army used several days and nights to thoroughly clean it up... Actually, I have always remembered this sentence, but stupidly didn't connect it with the old street where I am now.

  "No way!" After a while, Knife Scar seemed to remember something and said: "We have to report this to our superiors, otherwise we won't be able to live a good life for even one day!"

  He then looked at me and said, "This idea is yours, you come with us too!"

  "That... is a long line!" I replied somewhat embarrassed: "It's just an idea, I don't know if it's right or not, and besides, can't you just mention it to your superior?"

  "Right! Rarely you don't fight for credit..." Knife Scar nodded in approval towards me, and didn't say anything else. He turned his head and ran towards Lian's department.

  Actually, who would know that the reason I didn't follow him to Lian's department was because I was worried that one of these nervous soldiers would get too tense and mistake me for a ghost soldier and shoot me... How unjust would that be!

  The order was passed down that night, saying that all units should be on guard against the Viet Minh lurking in the tunnels, and that there might be remnants of the Viet Minh forces hiding in the tunnels under the old street.

  As I said... this is another manifestation of the superior commander being overly anxious. In times of confusion between friend and foe, especially on a dark night when one can't see their own hand in front of their face, what's most needed is stability, and what's most taboo is chaos.

  To say the least, this order is just to make us guard against... This word is too broad, and it doesn't say how to guard against it at all. It seems that even superiors don't have a plan, so this order actually has a hundred disadvantages but no advantages. Not only can't we guard against the enemy, but our own troops will also be thrown into chaos first.

  This isn't? After giving an order, the troops quickly became busy, saying they were busy but actually it was no different from being in a state of confusion.

  Because there were no unified and detailed orders, some cadres led soldiers to set up guns in the trenches and prepare for battle equipment, while others led soldiers to ambush, and even some cadres led soldiers to grope in the dark for the entrance of the Vietcong tunnels.

  As soon as I saw this situation, I felt that something was wrong. If there were a few Vietcong agents mixed in to stir up trouble...

  As expected, I had just thought of it when I heard two gunshots "bang bang", followed by someone shouting loudly: "Vietnamese devils, Vietnamese devils have infiltrated!"

  "Don't move!"

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  "This is Vietnamese speech, it's a Vietnamese devil!"

  ……

  Then there was another burst of gunfire, and I couldn't help but curse in my heart. What's with this "Nokhangsongye", "Zhongduikuanhongdumeng" nonsense? Although it's Vietnamese, which Chinese soldier can't speak it? These guys are so tense they can't tell right from wrong anymore.

  "Monitor, what's going on?" a voice asked from behind me.

  "What else can we do?" I replied with a scowl: "Everyone get down, no one is allowed to fire or speak!"

  "Yes!"

  "Yes!"

  ……

  The soldiers under me replied with some discontent.

  They may be unwilling, or they may think there is still a way to stop this situation, but they don't know that the best thing to do at this time is not to go out and make trouble.

  The sound of gunfire, shouting and the cries of the wounded continued until dawn on the second day. It was unclear whether it was because it became easier to identify people after dawn or because everyone was less tense after dawn that the chaos was finally brought under control.

  Let's stand up and take a look, what a mess it is. The camp is full of tattered tents, scattered food, and bodies lying all over the place. Needless to say... most of these bodies are our own people.

  "Damn it!" The scholar couldn't help but curse loudly.

  It's really depressing, especially when we were prepared for the enemy's destructive activities and still ended up like this... it's even more unacceptable.

  But I think it's not the Vietnamese people's fault.

  The Japanese devils are our enemies, aren't they? Since they are our enemies, it is a matter of course to utilize our weaknesses to the fullest extent and expand the results of war. If we had this opportunity, we would do the same thing.

  Who can be blamed for this? Is it the warriors' lack of experience? Is it the warriors' inadequate combat skills? Or is it the commanders' inept leadership?

  It's pointless to blame anyone now, even if we do, it won't be of any use. Can blaming others suddenly improve the combat experience and quality of our warriors? Will blaming others give our superiors better command abilities?

  Besides, now is not the time to assign blame. We lost last night's game, and now we need to think of a way to even the score.

  I thought of this and ignored the angry warriors behind me, walking slowly towards the wounded soldiers and corpses in the camp.

  The warriors didn't understand what I was doing, but soon one after another followed me.

  I am not mourning the dead soldiers, although they do need to be mourned; nor am I trying to rescue the wounded soldiers, although they also need to be rescued.

  But what I want now is to find out the devils hiding in the tunnels and kill a few of them to avenge!

  How can I find it? I couldn't possibly dig up the entire old street!

  Of course not, and it's not necessary at all.

  To find a tunnel, you must first find the entrance of the tunnel; to find the entrance of the tunnel, you must first find the bodies of the Viet Minh...

  Among these corpses, there must be some bodies of Vietcong saboteurs who infiltrated our army. This is what I am looking for.

  After a while, I locked in a corpse on the edge of the battlefield. The reason I was sure he was a North Vietnamese Army scout was that he was holding an AK-47 rifle. Although our army's Type 56 assault rifle is a copy of the Soviet-made AK-47, and looks almost identical from the outside, the biggest difference is that the Type 56 has a folding triangular bayonet, while the AK-47 has a sword-shaped bayonet.

  Just from the fact that he used an AK-47, I still can't be certain that he's a North Vietnamese agent. After all, our military's Type 56 assault rifle and the AK-47 use the same ammunition, and it's entirely possible that some of our soldiers might have picked up AK-47s captured from the enemy during battle.

  So I crouched down and pulled out the magazine from his waist, checking each bullet one by one.

  What can bullets see?

  Of course!

  I remember the old man saying: most of the bullets from the devils were given by the Soviet revisionists... The quality of the bullets made by the Soviet revisionists is good, in this humid and hot weather in Vietnam, our bullets will rust in a few days, once they rust, they will jam, but the Soviet revisionists' bullets are still shiny after several months...

  After this examination, I quickly confirmed that the corpse under my feet was indeed a North Vietnamese special forces operative.

  Take another look at this Vietcong special agent... Fortunately, he was not killed on the spot, but let the grenade blow off his leg and crawled all the way until he died of excessive blood loss. So behind him, a long trail of blood was left... Along this trail and the direction of his body, my gaze noticed a small thatched hut not far ahead.

  People! Always have a desire to survive. The Japanese devils are also human, so they will naturally want to live too. Especially when he thinks he still has a chance and others can't see him in the dark... So he will naturally think of crawling into the pit.

  So I didn't say anything else, holding a gun and walking three steps in two strides to the thatched hut, kicking open the wooden door with one foot.

  There is no one, but it's also correct that there isn't anyone, nobody would be foolish enough to put a guard at the entrance of the tunnel and tell the enemy that this is an important place.

  Several soldiers under me saw this posture and also rushed in with their guns...

  "Hey, Class Monitor! What's going on?"

  I didn't say much, and coldly observed the surroundings. The farm tools and a simple wardrobe were all covered in dust, apparently due to being uninhabited for a long time. However, only the candle holder was spotless.

  So I understood what was going on. The soldiers in the morning gave a gesture, letting them prepare their submachine guns and hand grenades, and then led them to surround that stove...