Vietnam War Blood Chapter 58 Easy to Read

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  The enemy fired cannons and naturally had to enter the cat ear cave.

  This cat ear hole looks simple, but actually there is a profound question inside. Isn't it? The cat ear hole was dug on the side wall in the trench, and the possibility of the shell itself directly hitting the interior of the trench is very small, so the possibility of injuring soldiers hiding in the cat ear hole is even smaller.

  So, although this small hole is inconspicuous, it's still very effective for hiding from bullets. Unless the cat ear hole is directly hit by a shell and collapses, there generally won't be any major problems.

  Although I knew this, when I hid inside, my heart was still racing with anxiety.

  Joke, this is about one's own life, even if there is only a 1% chance of being hit, who can guarantee that the next shell won't hit me?

  Additionally, the cat ear hole was very small, and my body almost stuck to the soil wall to squeeze in. At this time, I only felt like a piece of pork that was hard-stuffed into the stone seam. It was also because of this that every inch of skin on my body was in "close contact" with the soil wall beside me, so I could clearly feel every vibration from the shells pounding fiercely on the ground above...

  Those who have not experienced it personally cannot imagine the narrow space that can hardly move, the suffocating heat, the air filled with thick gunpowder smell, and the mud falling down from above and sides due to constant cannon fire, as well as the threat of death... All these intertwined together are like an invisible devil grasping and screaming in my mind... It makes me want to rush out and run for my life without caring about anything!

  But I endured it in the end, because I was very clear that going out at this time would only lead to being blown to pieces. Later, I found out that someone really did drill out recklessly...

  Finally, the earth wall beside me stopped shaking and the enemy's artillery fire ceased. It was only then that I realized I had been buried in the mud, with the mud rushing into my mouth and nose as I breathed, a bout of suffocation leaving me almost unable to catch my breath.

  I struggled to get out of the hole, but found that I couldn't move at all. My hands and feet were numb, not to mention that this bunker was originally very small, and now it was filled with the fallen earth and rocks... everything was packed tightly.

  I struggled again, but still couldn't get out. The fear in my heart surged like a tide - wouldn't I be buried alive like this?! I survived the battlefield without being shot by bullets, yet I'm going to suffocate to death in this air raid shelter?

  Maybe someone would think that it's not difficult to dig out from this soil loosened by shells, just use your hands to scoop a bit and you'll be out... But the reality is completely different. What can be scooped open with one's hands is when all other parts of the body are free, but at that time I was curled up in the hole with my whole body buried under the loose soil, my hands and feet couldn't stretch or exert any force... It seemed like all I could do was wait for death inside.

  At this time, a big hand suddenly reached in and grabbed my arm, pulling me out... I fell into the trench, panting heavily. But soon I was choked by the soil that had been sucked back into my throat, and it's hard to describe how uncomfortable it was with all the snot and tears.

  But...

  It feels great to have some air, even though the air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and at least half of the dirt in my mouth has been spat out.

  "The enemy is coming!" someone shouted loudly.

  At this time, I really wanted to take a rest, even if I could just drink some water and catch my breath. But I also knew that I couldn't do so, ...this is the battlefield, in order to preserve our lives we must make full use of every minute and every second, perhaps it's just a matter of one minute or one second, the enemy will break through our army's defense line and then string all of us up on bayonets...

  I didn't even have time to wipe away the snot and tears on my face, I just held up my gun and climbed into the trench...

  The first thing that entered my field of vision was a large group of Vietnamese soldiers charging towards our army with bayonets, unlike the previous charge, this time the Vietnamese soldiers who charged towards us did not use straw camouflage, which made it possible for us to clearly see those Vietnamese soldiers' ferocious eyes and sinister faces.

  I have to admit, this is indeed a bit imposing, but such an aura should be more effective on the battlefield of cold weapons.

  Isn't that so? If soldiers in the Cold Arms era had such momentum, I believe their opponents would have gone soft as soon as they clashed, let alone be able to wield swords!

  But now it's different, we don't care how strong your momentum is, I just need to lightly pull the trigger... and see that the Vietnamese army, which was like a fierce god just now, fell to the ground like a lump of mud.

  What is called "strong outside but weak inside", maybe it's just like this!

  However, the 316th Division proved to be the enemy's trump card unit. Their offensive was like a wave of attacks that came one after another towards our defensive line. The first row was knocked down by our army, but the next row stepped over their comrades' bodies and continued to charge forward while firing their AK47s at us in counterattack.

  "Rat-a-tat..." I fired my rifle continuously, shooting out bullet after bullet at the enemy. The enemy soldiers fell one by one under my gunfire, but they still fearlessly charged forward. I even saw some of them holding cluster grenades and explosive packs...

  At that time, our army was basically holding K47 or submachine guns... Maybe someone will ask, isn't it said that every squad in our troops has four people using 56 semi? This is indeed the case, but after a few battles... who doesn't know to replace the 56 semi in their hands with K47?

  The accuracy of this Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is okay, but the rate of fire is too slow. We are firing one shot at a time, and only hitting one point with each shot. The devils' K47 rifles can fire a whole burst with just one pull of the trigger, "Rat-a-tat-tat", and hit a whole area with one burst.

  So when our small troops fought against the enemy, often a platoon's firepower was not as good as an enemy squad. If it was a face-to-face duel, it would be even more miserable. If we didn't knock down the enemy with one shot, we basically wouldn't have the chance to fire a second shot.

  What can we do with poor equipment? In battle, we can only use our soldiers' lives to make up for these deficiencies!

  But this situation no longer exists now.

  Especially the bullets of K47 and 56 semi-automatic, 56-style submachine guns are all common, no need to worry about the problem that the bullets sent from the rear cannot be fired, so the warriors are all bold! Even the 56-style submachine gun was replaced with a K47.

  So as soon as the fight started, bullets rained down like raindrops "Rat-a-tat-tat..." towards the Vietnamese devils. Although the Vietnamese army was an ace unit, they were still flesh and blood, and no matter how strong their willpower was, it couldn't stop the bullets.

  After a bloody rainstorm, the Yue army fell piece by piece in front of our formation.

  It's a good thing we've been through several battles before, otherwise the enemy might have broken through our lines by now and torn us to pieces.

  Perhaps it was because the Viet Minh's previous skirmish before this charge did not go in their favor, affecting the morale of the Viet Minh soldiers, or maybe I successfully took out the Viet Minh sniper, boosting our troops' morale... or perhaps both. In any case, our soldiers fought very tenaciously in this blocking battle. The Viet Minh would often charge forward in waves only to be ruthlessly repelled by our bullets, like a collision between two forces - one of steel and the other of flesh and blood.

  At last, the Viet Minh withdrew with a bitter taste after suffering heavy casualties.

  The gunfire gradually stopped, and after a while of silence, the warriors suddenly burst into cheers!

  "Hey! The enemy's ace unit isn't that great after all!" Xiaoshi shouted excitedly.

  "Exactly!" The bayonet also exclaimed with joy: "What kind of master are we talking about? Didn't they also get beaten by us and run away with their tails between their legs?"

  "Line up!" Wang Kechang stuck his head out from behind a few people and shouted at me: "How many have you hit?"

  I thought for a moment and replied: "Didn't count carefully, roughly around ten or so!"

  I counted the number of bullets I fired, just now I fired a total of seventeen rounds. I remember that there were three or four times when I emptied my gun, and two times when it was uncertain whether I hit the enemy or not. So to be conservative, I must have taken out at least ten enemies.

  "Over a dozen?!" Wang Kechang asked again in disbelief: "Just that one battle and over a dozen were knocked down?"

  He then muttered: "I thought I had already hit seven, and was eager to compare with you, but unexpectedly..."

  "I said thief..." Shen Guoxin, with a face as black as coal, suddenly appeared from who-knows-where and jokingly said to Wang Kechang: "What kind of thing are you? Still trying to compare with us? Just be content with comparing with us..."

  The warriors all burst out laughing at this remark.

  Actually, I understand in my heart that there is a reason why the warriors are now in such a good mood.

  Just now, when the bayonet mentioned that the 316 division had such a big background, everyone was shocked and then began to worry: Can our troops withstand the enemy's ace troops' charge? Although we also repelled them once earlier, but that time was just a small-scale sneak attack by the enemy, right? And it was still discovered by our army under the circumstances of being sneaked, so what if they launch a full-scale attack?

  So when fighting a battle, the warriors are not confident in their hearts, including me. But now I'm finally relieved - the enemy's ace troops are also human, they're not three-headed and six-armed, they can also be killed by bullets...

  Especially those new recruits, after fighting such a battle, will find that the battlefield is not as terrible as they imagined. Moreover, with the stimulation of the pride of victory, their confidence and morale will rise exponentially.

  It's no wonder that old man would say: These new recruits... as long as they've fought a few battles and haven't died, they can basically be considered veterans.