Chapter Thirteen

  "Comrade!" The "Liberation Army" who was leading the way waved at me and shouted in Vietnamese, "Don't be nervous, we are our own people!"

  So I was certain that they were indeed Viet Cong, and... they seemed to take me as one of their own. It wasn't until then that I remembered I was wearing the clothes of a Vietnamese civilian, and silently thanked my luck, thinking that if I hadn't coincidentally put on these Vietnamese civilian clothes, I would have probably been quietly taken out by them at the very beginning...

  At this point, I didn't dare to slack off either. I wisely bowed my head and ran to the front of that Vietnamese soldier. To be honest, I really don't like doing this, it's so humiliating... what if they see through my weakness? But what can I do? Run away? I'm not stupid, doing so would only get me killed faster.

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  "Comrade!" The Vietnamese soldier who led them asked me in a low voice: "Where are you from?"

  It can be seen from this that Zuo Jun is still very careful, and I also noticed that his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist. As long as my answer was a bit off, he would immediately come at my neck with it.

  "Old Street!" I replied in Vietnamese: "**Street 17, just next to Cong An Town!**

  As for this, of course I'm clear about it. To know... this is the place I just searched for. For someone like me who understands Vietnamese, it's not difficult to distinguish and remember some main buildings.

  "Hmm!" The Vietnamese soldier saw that I could speak fluent Vietnamese and answered without any flaws, so he dispelled his doubts, nodded and asked: "Where are the Chinese troops stationed? How many people?"

  "They're in school, roughly a group of one!" As soon as these words came out of my mouth, I realized that I had become a traitor. To be exact, the idea of being a traitor had just occurred to me in my mind.

  "Hmm!" The Vietnamese soldier nodded in satisfaction: "It's the same as our reconnaissance, comrade. Follow behind and give those Chinese a lesson!

  I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat upon hearing this, it turned out they had known about these circumstances all along, if I had tried to deceive them just now... I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive today.

  "What should I do?" As I followed behind these Vietnamese soldiers, I thought to myself that it seemed like I had just betrayed my comrades and led the enemy to my fellow countrymen!

  But...

  I took a look at the surrounding Vietnamese army, there were only about forty or fifty people, roughly equivalent to an enhanced company's strength. Using one company to deal with our army of one regiment? This is also too far-fetched!

  Thinking of this, I felt a bit more at ease, and the sense of guilt in my heart was much reduced. In fact, I even thought that those devils were just showing off their bravery, using one platoon to deal with an entire regiment - wasn't that just going to send them to their deaths?

  However, I had underestimated the Viet Cong. I should have realized that the Vietnamese soldiers were all seasoned veterans who had been fighting for over a decade and would not do something as foolish as "courting death".

  The school in the old street is still quite large, it is said that this school was built with Chinese funds during the era of resisting US aggression and aiding Vietnam, on the one hand for the children in the old street to attend school, on the other hand also as a base for China to train Vietnamese troops.

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  That's right, in the past we Chinese were indeed the teachers of the Vietnamese army, what guerrilla warfare, mobile warfare... all taught by Chinese people, but now it seems that Chinese are not as good as Vietnamese devils in these aspects.

  It is precisely because this school belongs to semi-civilian and semi-military construction that it has become the second camp of our army.

  At that time, I followed the Vietnamese army to the school with a sense of helplessness, thinking only about how to find an opportunity to escape. Otherwise, if a fight broke out... wouldn't it be unjust for me to be killed by my own people?

  The team suddenly stopped, and then someone gave an order: "Get ready for battle, note that only Chinese is allowed to speak!"

  Hearing this, I was taken aback... Only Chinese is allowed?

  I really didn't mishear it, indeed only Chinese is allowed to be spoken, and even the command I heard was given in very standard Chinese.

  Chinese language, PLA uniform... I seem to have figured out what these Vietnamese devils want to do.

  I vaguely remember an old man saying something: "Those devils, the Japanese, were really sneaky! They knew our troops were disorganized, so at night they would disguise themselves as Liberation Army soldiers and hide in the dark to shoot at us... Our soldiers had no experience, and when they got scared, they just fired wildly without distinguishing between friend and foe. When dawn broke... it turned out that everyone they shot was their own comrades!"

  After a moment of hesitation, I took advantage of the opportunity to hide behind the team... Although I didn't know what to do, hiding behind the team was always safe, and who knows, I might have been forced to shoot at my own team if I had stayed in front!

  The devils might have thought that I was just a coward who was afraid of fighting. This wouldn't be anything for a militiaman, so they didn't pay attention to it either.

  "Bang... Bang..." With a burst of gunfire, the battle quickly erupted.

  Those devils were firing randomly while shouting loudly in Chinese:

  "Enemy troops have arrived to launch a surprise attack!"

  "The devils are in the north"

  "There are also in the south, devils everywhere"

  ……

  The Liberation Army soldiers were indeed deceived, and because it was too dark to worry about being ambushed, they dared not come out easily, so they just guarded the camp without daring to come out, with guns firing chaotically, accompanied by occasional explosions of mortars, hand grenades or rocket launchers...

  Watching this scene, I was stunned. I really didn't expect that just a few devils plus a not-so-clever trick could stir up such a big commotion.

  This caused our troops to waste a lot of ammunition, and what's worse is that the bullets and shells were fired randomly, which inevitably led to casualties among our own forces.

  "What should I do?" I muttered to myself, hiding behind my back.

  "Shall we run?" To be honest, this was the best time to escape. The enemy's attention was completely focused on the Liberation Army's position in front of them, and from time to time they would stick their heads out to fire a few shots or throw a few hand grenades, and wouldn't even notice someone as insignificant as me.

  But...

  Can I just walk away? Can I stand by and watch as my comrades fall into chaos, even being slaughtered by the enemy, without lifting a finger?

  Can I still be considered a person?

  But if I don't leave, I have to choose to fight... What a joke! Although the main force of our army is not far away, and the total number of our troops is much more than that of the Vietnamese army, but in this local area, it's just me against forty or so Vietnamese soldiers! Although I am behind them and they are completely unguarded against me, if I fire a shot and they discover me, it will not only be useless but also cost my life!

  So... I have to kill the enemy without being discovered by them!

  At this time, I remembered a movie I saw in modern times. The protagonist in it fired his gun with the sound of artillery explosions, so that even enemies who were close at hand did not notice his existence.

  I raised my rifle and took aim at a North Vietnamese soldier who was wildly sweeping his machine gun back and forth, waiting quietly! Waiting!

  A loud "boom" echoed as a shell exploded nearby. Almost simultaneously, my index finger also pressed the trigger...

  Done! I was overjoyed in my heart! I didn't hear the gunshot, but saw that machine gunner tremble and fall into a pool of blood. The other Viet Cong had no idea that the bullet that killed him came from just 20-30 meters behind them...

  But to be honest, if it wasn't just twenty or thirty meters away, I really had some doubts about whether I could hit him.

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  The deputy gunner of the Vietnamese army pushed away the machine gunner with one hand, took over the machine gun and started firing "Rat-a-tat" again. I naturally aimed my sights at that deputy gunner once more!

  Time didn't allow me to think twice, when a grenade exploded nearby, I pulled the trigger again without hesitation. With a slight jolt on my shoulder, a bullet flew out and knocked down the deputy shooter.

  Then another shot knocked down a North Vietnamese soldier who was hiding behind a tree and preparing to throw a grenade.

  At this time, a Vietnamese soldier holding an AK47 not far away cautiously looked in my direction, so I quickly realized that I had made a mistake - the Vietnamese hiding behind the tree would not be killed by the bullets flying from the front!

  I hastily ducked my head down, hoping to bluff my way through the darkness. But contrary to my wishes, that Vietcong was a meticulous person, he examined the tree and the Vietcong's wound, and quickly judged my position from the angle of the wound, without saying a word, he came towards me with his submachine gun at the ready.

  It's clear he has already had his suspicions about my identity.

  I had thought of hiding like this... but thinking again, I felt it wasn't right. Hiding like this didn't seem to be a solution, and besides, I was still wearing the People's Liberation Army uniform inside. If the devils were to come in front of me, they wouldn't have any trouble discovering my weakness. So my only way out seemed to be to take the initiative and shoot him first...

  I took a deep breath, flipped over and raised my rifle, but before I could aim, the Vietnamese soldier had already lit a hand grenade and was about to throw it in my direction.

  It's all over! I was stunned on the spot, and in my mind, I could only think of myself being blown up by a grenade...

  It was as if fate had decided that I shouldn't die just yet. Just as the Vietnamese soldier was about to throw the grenade, there was a loud "boom" and a shell exploded right next to him, sending him flying into the air. The grenade, of course, flew off in who-knows-what direction.

  It wasn't until after a while that I came to, and when I looked at the other Vietnamese soldiers again, they were all in a hurry to shoot in another direction and didn't notice any movement over here, so I finally let out a long sigh of relief.

  When I hid in the hidden body again, I found that my hands and feet were still trembling. This was the first time I had been so close to death. The moment passed so slowly that I almost stopped thinking; this moment also passed so quickly that I couldn't react at all...