Chapter Fourteen

  I calmed down a bit and stuck my head out of the bunker again.

  To be honest, it took me a long time to overcome my inner fears and do this... The thrilling scene just now made me want to hide in the bunker until the end of the war.

  But I knew this was impossible, the Vietnamese army would always have a time to retreat, and when they retreated, their attention would naturally focus on me...

  But this thought was not in my heart, secretly calling out in distress. In front of me, there were at least thirty or so devils, and it would be no easy task for one person to defeat them all. More importantly... if things continued like this, it would inevitably arouse their suspicion, and that would be the end of me.

  Wait, aren't the devils retreating?

  Yes, the purpose of this small detachment of devils is to cause trouble for our army, or make it impossible for us to rest easy. Now that they've achieved their goal, they should withdraw soon and come back to stir up more trouble at another time. So why am I risking my life to engage in a fierce battle with them?

  I immediately put away my rifle and took out a first-aid kit from my waist, mustering up the courage to pretend to check the wounded Viet Cong's injuries, and ran up to him with a thud.

  It should be normal on the battlefield, and in order to pretend to be more like them, I deliberately used Vietnamese to shout at the wounded soldier in front of me: "Comrade, comrade... wake up..."

  I thought this wounded soldier was dead, but unexpectedly he opened his eyes and groaned a few times after I called out to him.

  I couldn't help but curse in my heart, and took a look around at the several Vietnamese devils who hadn't noticed that I had pulled out the bayonet from the wounded soldier's body and gave him a cold-blooded kill... Perhaps because I was too tense and scared at the time, I didn't even notice that I had just killed an unarmed and defenseless person, although he was an enemy. What's even more ridiculous is that others, including the wounded soldier himself, thought I was there to save him, but in fact it was me who took his life.

  When the wounded soldier was completely still, I took advantage of the darkness to search his waist and, as expected, found several pineapple-style hand grenades on him... Hadn't the Viet Cong fought against the Americans before? The Americans had left behind a large quantity of US equipment when they withdrew, so it wasn't strange at all that these pineapple-style hand grenades would appear on them.

  In a daze, I took out a pineapple-shaped hand grenade, bit my teeth and pulled out the safety pin, carefully placing it under the corpse... This trick was learned from TV, modern American movies have too many scenes of American soldiers making booby traps like this, now I'm just drawing a calabash according to a sketch.

  But while doing these things, I feel a sense of emptiness in my heart... What if the insurance salesperson suddenly becomes violent? What if the hand grenade is not placed steadily? What if someone discovers it?

  But on the battlefield, there aren't that many ifs and buts. Isn't there a saying "Seek wealth and honor in danger"? If you want to inflict as much damage as possible on the enemy, then you can only take more risks, although for other warriors this might not even count as an adventure.

  After finishing this one, I set up a few more booby traps around the area. The method was even simpler, just place a wooden board or brick on top of the hand grenade and it's done. I was even lucky enough to find a package of explosives on the ground...

  In an instant, this area centered on the wounded soldier was set up as a minefield with hand grenades and explosive packs.

  I had originally wanted to admire my handiwork, but then I thought... among them were several grenades that were pressed under bricks and wooden boards. If a shell or grenade exploded nearby... just one shockwave or blast could set them off, and I was still in the midst of it all - if I wasn't blown to kingdom come, it would be strange indeed.

  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and hastily tucked my tail between my legs and retreated to the rear. Of course, in order not to attract the attention of the Vietcong, while retreating, I also pretended to help up a wounded Vietcong soldier... The eyes behind me were full of approval from the Vietcong, they were probably thinking: "Unexpectedly, picking up an ordinary militiaman would have such a good performance on the battlefield, worthy of being a militiaman of our 'third military power'!"

  It's just that they probably didn't think that it was precisely this so-called 'militia of the third military power' that would be the beginning of their nightmare.

  He ran back dozens of meters in a hurry... I didn't dare to run too far, because it was too dark at night and the target couldn't be seen from afar; nor did I dare to get too close, or I would still be blown up by the explosives I had set up myself? Speaking of which, the explosive pack I set up earlier seemed to weigh eight kilograms, eight kilograms of explosives plus a few hand grenades... I'm not stupid enough to want to get close to them!

  After easily dealing with the wounded soldiers around me, I replaced the magazine of my Type 56 rifle and gazed at the Vietnamese army bustling about not far in front of me.

  At that time, I didn't fire a shot, because I didn't want to arouse the suspicion of the Vietnamese army at this critical moment. This is clearly a case of losing the melon and picking up the sesame seeds, which I would never do.

  The Vietnamese army was still shouting and firing everywhere in Chinese, while our camp was still in a state of chaos with no organization. If there's any change, it's that the sound of gunfire and explosions from our side is more intense and lively.

  This scene is indeed a bit embarrassing, but the battlefield is the battlefield, reality is reality, and sometimes it's not that we want it to be a certain way. The Vietnamese army has been fighting for decades, their combat experience and quality are obvious... This is not something our military can catch up with in the short term, or just by saying a few words about not being afraid of sacrifice and hardship.

  "Devils! Devils! Devils......" At this time, several discordant shouts came from the battlefield. Although these shouts were made in Chinese, our army generally referred to the Vietnamese as "Vietnamese devils".

  Just as I was wondering why the enemy troops would make such an obvious mistake, I saw them quickly gathering their troops and withdrawing to the rear. Then I understood that this was not a careless error on their part, but rather a signal for their retreat.

  "Finally arrived!" My rifle tightened in my hand, and I held my breath, peering through the sight at the neat rows of North Vietnamese Army troops retreating towards me.

  To be honest, this makes me a bit nervous. There are over thirty soldiers, and they're all North Vietnamese Army... with combat experience far exceeding mine. If it were a normal battlefield, I'm afraid I'd have trouble taking on any one of them. And yet now I have to face over thirty...

  So all my hopes were pinned on those strange thunderbolts.

  But what makes me frown is... aren't the devils not supposed to easily abandon their comrades' corpses? This time, they seem to have no intention of taking the bodies away at all.

  I thought I understood, these devils were all wearing People's Liberation Army uniforms, who could accurately distinguish which ones were the bodies of their own people in this dark night? Moreover, they were tasked with harassing the enemy, and if they accidentally let the enemy discover them, it would be a catastrophic outcome for the entire army. Therefore, they should have had regulations not to bring the bodies of comrades-in-arms.

  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly lament. If it's like that... then didn't I just waste my effort earlier? Not to mention wasting my effort, I'm afraid I'll even lose my life.

  No way! They don't touch it, does that mean I can't touch it? Don't I have a gun in my hand?

  Thinking of this, I didn't dare to slack off, and immediately raised the gun to aim at the corpse that I had arranged with a trap bomb and pulled the trigger heavily...

  "Boom..." A loud noise was heard from where the corpse was, and soon an explosion followed.

  However, there were no people around that area, and the explosion did not kill any of its intended targets. But... my goal was not to do so; under the explosion, several nearby North Vietnamese soldiers instinctively dodged or lay down, thus triggering other booby traps and causing a chain reaction of explosions.

  Then, immediately afterwards, several explosions were heard in succession, blasting those Vietnamese soldiers into a state of panic and chaos.

  The most powerful was still that explosive package. With a deafening roar and dazzling flames, almost no one could be seen standing afterwards.

  The thick smoke gradually dispersed, and with the help of the scattered flames from the burning wood blocks around me, I saw several North Vietnamese soldiers stumbling to their feet, seemingly still trying to struggle and retreat...

  I recall the old man saying that when a person is hit by a massive explosion or shockwave, they will lose their ability to think for a period of time. For these surviving Vietnamese soldiers to be able to get up from the ground and choose to escape in such a short amount of time is quite impressive.

  Unfortunately, they still have to go through one last hurdle, and that is the rifle in my hands!

  "Bang bang bang......"

  A burst of bullets shot out from the rifle in my hand, and under the firelight these Viet Cong were undoubtedly live targets, and they were quite slow-moving live targets. As a result, following one cry after another, there were soon no more people who could stand up again.

  I leisurely whistled a tune, loaded a new magazine into my rifle and opened the bayonet, then carefully stepped forward... being careful is what makes one invincible, this is the battlefield, I don't want to lose my life due to carelessness.

  The fact also proved that my choice was right, just as I was checking one by one with a bayonet in the smoke whether those Vietnamese soldiers were still alive... How to check? That's not simple? Use a bayonet to stab and see if they scream or shout. If they do, they're alive; if they don't, they're dead!

  But the fact is not always so, and the person who was stabbed may not necessarily scream. Just when I was very confident about my back, a figure suddenly appeared behind me and grabbed my neck from behind.

  I couldn't help but secretly exclaim "formidable" in my heart. This guy first dodged the explosion by luck, then persisted in not getting up to dodge my bullets, and finally endured the pain under my bayonet without making a sound until I exposed my back to him, at which point he suddenly sprang into action...