Chapter Fifteen

  A suffocating sensation made me dizzy, my right hand instinctively reached up to grab the arm wrapped around my neck, trying to break free, but those hands were hard and powerful, rendering all my struggles futile.

  I wanted to shoot him, but he was behind me and the long gun couldn't be effectively aimed at him; I wanted to pull out my bayonet and stab him in the back, but this 56 semi-automatic rifle's bayonet is foldable, either folded inward or attached to the barrel, and needs to be opened upwards when in use, making it impossible for me... My hands were empty with a fully loaded rifle with an open bayonet, yet I was helpless against the guy who had his arm around my neck, apparently he knew our military equipment well.

  Is that all there is to wait for death? After successfully killing dozens of Vietnamese soldiers... was actually strangled to death by a nameless Vietnamese ghost?

  Wait a minute, I think I just stabbed him in the thigh... or was it? Too many people have been stabbed already, I've lost count. But now there's no choice but to take a gamble.

  Thinking of this, I completely ignored the increasingly tight arms on my neck and freed up a hand to fiercely grab onto that guy's thigh behind me...

  A muffled grunt came from behind, and the force on my neck suddenly decreased. Seeing that this trick was effective, I immediately used all my strength to grab and scratch with my hands, doing whatever it took to cause pain. The Japanese devil's bones were quite hard, no matter how I struggled, he gritted his teeth and refused to let go, until I poked my fingers into the bayonet hole, at which point he could no longer bear the pain and pushed me away with all his might...

  I felt a wave of relief, thinking I could take a breather at this moment, but knowing that this was the moment of life and death, so without even taking a breath, I turned around and picked up my rifle "Bang bang bang..." and fired all the bullets in the barrel.

  Why fire all the bullets? At this time, I was basically strangled by the devils and my consciousness was blurry, so even if the enemy was within arm's reach, I couldn't accurately judge his position and take him down. So I could only fire all the bullets and try my luck...

  Fortunately, my luck has always been good. When I was panting heavily and slowly regaining consciousness, I found that not far in front of me there was a Vietnamese ghost who had been shot dead, holding an AK47 in his hand... It was close, just a little bit closer, and I would have been shot into a beehive!

  "Hello World!"

  ……

  Just as I let out a sigh of relief, several Vietnamese voices sounded beside me, and I couldn't help but think to myself: It's all over, this time I really don't have the slightest strength to resist!

  But then I heard Chinese: "Damn it! This guy killed so many of our comrades, I'll kill him..."

  As I heard this, I was stunned. After a while, I remembered that the Vietnamese devils were wearing PLA uniforms, and I was wearing Vietnamese civilian clothes. This must be a misunderstanding... However, there was no time for me to explain at all. A cold gun barrel filled with gunpowder smell was pressed against my forehead!

  It's all over; now I'll be a scapegoat for sure!

  "Halt!" A familiar voice saved my life. He bellowed, "Is there no more organization and discipline? Don't you know how to treat prisoners of war?"

  "Paichang... it's me! I am Yang Xuefeng..." I was so moved that my eyes were filled with hot tears. The words "organizational discipline" were Knife Scar's catchphrase, and I had unknowingly hated this phrase in my heart, but now it sounded like the music of heaven.

  "Huh!" Knife Scar was taken aback by the words, walked to the front and took a look, and couldn't help but exclaim: "It's really you, Yang Xuefeng! How did you...".

  He looked at me with a puzzled expression and glanced around at the "Liberation Army" corpses lying all over the ground.

  "Report in order!" I stood up with the last bit of strength and reported: "These are not our comrades, they are Vietcong disguises, their goal is to make our army fall into chaos..."

  "Hmm!" The scar-eyed man scanned the bodies of the "Liberation Army" lying on the ground, and quickly judged from their equipment that they were Vietnamese soldiers. Then, with a somewhat disbelieving look, he asked me: "These Vietcong... did you take them down?"

  "Uh-huh!" I nodded.

  "Are you okay?"

  "None!" I rubbed my neck, if I had to say there was an injury, it would be that this place was strangled and sore.

  "Are you alone?" Scar still couldn't believe it.

  I nodded again: "About forty or so, it's too dark, I didn't count clearly..."

  "Good fellow!" A voice of admiration came from beside: "I thought it was our troops who had a fierce battle with the devils, but unexpectedly it's just you alone!"

  "How can one person take down forty or fifty Viet Cong with just a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle?" Xiaoshi asked incredulously, "How did you do it?"

  I could only respond with a bitter laugh. In fact, I really didn't mean to. If I had to do it again, I'd rather be killed outright.

  It's often like this, only at the moment of life and death can one's potential be stimulated to complete some seemingly impossible tasks, and afterwards, it's even hard to imagine how they did it.

  My story spread quickly through the troops, and in just one night, the whole regiment, and I think other regiments too, knew that a single soldier had taken out over 40 Vietnamese soldiers. However... many people were skeptical about it, saying: "Come on... one person taking out over 40 Vietnamese soldiers? That's equivalent to an entire reinforced company! Do you think this is still the era of 'the bigger your courage, the bigger your harvest'?"

  It's normal to have such doubts, and even I myself don't dare to believe it until now... It's precisely because of this that the commander didn't know how to report this matter upwards, fearing that superiors would suspect it as "exaggeration", so after careful consideration, he decided to wait until the battle is over before saying anything.

  It's interesting to say that this matter was finally confirmed by the intelligence unit of the Vietnamese ghost, and on that day, there was actually another fish who escaped the net. He was buried under the mud and wood debris blown up by the explosives, so he managed to save his life.

  Then the Japanese devil had a telegram to report to his superiors: "Last night, my special agent team encountered a **infiltrator who launched a sneak attack, and under the unexpected circumstances, the whole army was defeated..."

  This telegram was not sent to the superior intelligence unit until after the war, so it became a strong proof of my military merit this time. What makes me feel a little guilty is that I am not what **, and I didn't think about doing any infiltration or sneak attack at all, I just wanted to be a deserter... Of course, this is not something that can be said casually.

  "Yang Xuefeng!" Just as I was still feeling lucky to have escaped death last night, Communications Officer Little Liu called out to me from over ten meters away: "The Company Commander wants you to go on an errand!"

  "Right away!" I replied, shouldering my rifle and sniper rifle and running towards the company command post.

  At this time, I already regretted volunteering to take care of this sniper rifle. Although it's useful... but a gun without bullets is just a useless stick? Carrying such a long thing onto the battlefield, isn't that just asking for trouble? What's most unbearable is that this thing is a real treasure for the troops. According to the company commander, even if people die, we must protect this gun at all costs...

  I couldn't help but think to myself, "What's more important than one's own life in this world?"

  Besides, if one's life is gone, how can they still protect this gun intact?

  Can't become an evil spirit?

  We revolutionary soldiers don't believe in feudal superstition!

  All the way, the warriors kept pointing at me with envy and admiration in their eyes. This is also a benefit of last night's battle, at least... now no one dares to mock me as "new recruit" anymore. Society is very realistic, others only care about whether you have power or money; the battlefield is also very realistic, others only care about whether you have the ability to kill enemies, because this means that being with you will increase their chances of survival.

  Ignoring the strange looks from the warriors, he walked through the playground along the wooden ladder and went upstairs to a small wooden house and shouted a report.

  This is our platoon, according to the platoon leader, the more inconspicuous a place is, the less safe it is, but I have my doubts about this because I think the most inconspicuous place should be camping on the empty ground of the playground with the warriors.

  "What's going on here!" Lian Zhang said with some displeasure, seeing my appearance: "How can you look so listless? You've only been here for two days and you're already worn out?"

  "Yes!" I responded, but in my heart, I couldn't help but curse silently. This non-stop fighting day and night, it's hard to get a good rest, and on top of that, we have to deal with swarms of mosquitoes. How can our spirits be good?

  "Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" After indicating for me to sit down, the company commander nodded at me and said: "Although you have been in the army for a short time, your performance on the battlefield has been very outstanding. After our careful consideration, we plan to formally appoint you as the second squad leader. What do you think?"

  Listening to Lian Chang's words, I was taken aback for a moment. I glanced sideways at the scar not far away, and the scar also nodded to me.

  Is this okay? As class monitor?

  If it were in school as a class monitor, I would be very willing, but unfortunately, in school, I was always the typical target of being educated and caught, where would I have a share as a class monitor.

  Now in the troops as a squad leader... just kidding! Although I don't know much about the troops, I've been here for several days and have fought a few battles. So I know that in our army, the squad leaders and platoon leaders are always at the forefront of battle, which is said to be a tradition of our military.

  Making me the class monitor is like taking my life!

  This chapter is dedicated to the combat hero Yan Long! Yan Long lost contact with his unit during the 1979 Sino-Vietnamese War, and he crawled to within a hundred meters of the enemy. He suddenly opened fire and fought alone for four hours, killing more than twenty Vietnamese soldiers with just one Type 56 rifle. He died gloriously in battle while searching for remaining enemies. The same year, his unit's Party Committee recognized him as a Communist Party member according to his will before death. He was also awarded the title of "Lone Hero".