Vietnam War Bloodshed Chapter 64: The Summit
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Chapter 64
The judgment of the scar was not wrong, and that explosion was indeed the enemy's ambush unit stepping on the landmine we had just laid. The quality of the 316a division is indeed different from other troops. The enemy soldier who stepped on the landmine even if his leg was blown off, could grit his teeth and bear it without making a sound, so much so that we didn't notice the enemy's presence, and even thought it was some small animal that had triggered the landmine.
The sky gradually darkened, and we crouched quietly in the grass with Knife Scar for a while before seeing dozens of enemy soldiers' shadows emerging from the grass, advancing cautiously. The ones walking in front seemed to be several enemy sappers, holding mine detectors and carefully probing forward, with several of our freshly laid landmines on their backs!
Those damn devils, they really came at the right time. If we had come a step later, who knows, they might have sneaked into our army's rear unnoticed.
It's clear that the enemy plans to ambush a portion of their troops in our flank and rear, then wait for nightfall to launch a multi-pronged attack on our position... From this point of view, our company commander was quite farsighted in sending us to lay mines.
What now? The warriors turned their eyes on me, and I turned mine on Scar.
From this point on... I seem to be not very suitable for being a leader, without the ability to take charge alone, still having to rely on Touka. But speaking of which, I seem to have a natural dependence on Touka... With him around, I don't even want to think, and I don't know why.
The scar-faced man shook his head at me and made a hand gesture indicating that we should prepare our grenades and then fix bayonets...
What? Uppercut knife? I didn't see it wrong!
It wasn't until I saw the bayonet really being attached to the knife that I was certain I hadn't misunderstood.
There are only a few of us! At this time, I carefully counted the number of people in front and behind me. Including myself, there were only six people. The devils had at least several dozen people, how could we go up and fight them with bayonets?
The warriors were also stunned, but ultimately still put up their bayonets under the "pressure" of the scarred eyes and took out hand grenades to prepare.
The enemy army is getting closer and closer, we can already hear the sound of their pants brushing against the grass, but Knife Scar still hasn't moved, still letting us crouch down and wait quietly...
Closer, even closer... An enemy soldier just walked right in front of me, the AK-47 in his hand even swayed over my head, but Scar still hasn't given the order to attack.
Just as I thought Knife Scar was going to let us slip through the enemy's search, he suddenly pulled out a grenade, held it in his hand for a few seconds, and then flung it out with a whoosh.
"Boom!" A loud explosion sounded as the hand grenade detonated tens of meters away.
The enemy was startled by the sudden explosion and immediately fell to the ground, firing their guns in all directions, but it was clear that they had no idea where the enemy was, so the bullets were also flying wildly in all directions.
At this moment, I suddenly understood the intention of the scar, and it turned out that hand grenades could be used in this way. It seemed that the old man had also told me about this trick, what was it? At night when mixed with the enemy, the most useful weapon is a hand grenade, as soon as you shoot a gun, the enemy will know where you are, but throwing a hand grenade makes no sound, and the "boom" of the explosion, nobody knows which direction it came from...
It turns out that there is such a wonderful thing! Thinking of this, I also excitedly pulled the pin on hand grenades with the soldiers and threw them in different directions around us.
"Boom, boom..." With the explosions getting louder and louder, just as the old man said, although the devils were blown to pieces and cried out in agony, they couldn't see where the hand grenades were coming from in this dark night.
Some people might say, have these devils gone mad? We can throw hand grenades but they can't? Only the devils themselves know the trouble they're in. All around are their own Vietnamese troops, where can they throw their hand grenades? At their own people's heads?
So sometimes the battlefield is like this, often looking at the situation for us is very unfavorable, but as long as the method is right... this unfavorable situation can be used by me.
At this time, the unknown high ground suddenly also transmitted a fierce artillery fire, it was clear that this was the Vietnamese army's other direction troops hearing the gunfire and explosions after seeing the sneak attack did not succeed immediately turned into a strong attack. So I quickly realized a very cruel reality - we six people had to solve this problem in front of us ourselves, the company commander and others were definitely held back by the enemy and couldn't get away!
But at this time, we can't take care of so many things. The hand grenades are still thrown one after another towards the enemy... Although we don't know where the enemy is, who cares! Anyway, there are a lot of devils, and our own people are all gathered together. Throwing hand grenades outwards will only hit the enemy...
The warriors each carried four to five hand grenades on their bodies, that is to say we had a total of twenty or thirty hand grenades. Although the number was not many, it was clear that the enemy could not withstand the pressure of our indiscriminate bombing, and soon retreated with their tails between their legs.
We hid in the bushes and saw the enemy's retreating figures clearly, some famous warriors raised their guns to shoot, but were stopped by a knife scar.
He lowered his voice and said a few words to us: "Follow me!"
He picked up his bayonet and followed the retreating crowd of devils...
My goodness! Are we going to catch up like this? The devils only need to turn around and shoot us with a few rounds, my fellow soldiers and I exchanged a glance, and we all saw the fear in each other's eyes. But Knife Scar turned his head and waved at us vigorously, and we finally crawled out of the grass in shock and followed him with bayonets towards the Vietnamese army.
At this time, a miracle appeared. The Vietnamese army did not intend to turn around and shoot at us. They continued to run forward, as if they had not seen our existence at all. Even a Vietnamese military officer turned his head and beckoned to us, shouting: "Re a le, re a le (Vietnamese: hurry up)……"
I soon realized the subtlety of it, the enemy took us for their comrades... As it happens, our military uniform color is quite similar to that of the devils, except for the grass hat style helmets they wear on their heads. But not all enemy soldiers wore helmets, a considerable number of them also wore military caps. The difference between the military caps of both sides lies in the cap badge in the center of the cap, of course, no one can distinguish which side's cap badge it is in this dark night.
I think the reason why those enemy troops believed we were their comrades so easily is that they thought if we were enemies, we would definitely raise our guns and shoot at them, but we didn't, so we are comrades...
But the scar on the knife was precisely used by the enemy army's thinking to deceive them.
It wasn't until then that I realized fighting requires not only bravery and daring, but also thinking, reasoning, and a bold yet meticulous heart.
The scar quickly caught up with the officer from behind, and without saying a word, he raised his bayonet and stabbed it into the officer's back. The Vietnamese officer let out a loud cry of "Ah!" and fell to the ground. Just as the other Vietnamese soldiers turned around in confusion, Scar shouted "Fire!" and raised his rifle, firing a burst of bullets at the enemy.
We didn't dare to slack off, running forward while shooting at the target in the darkness with our guns. Suddenly, a black figure jumped out from the grass on the left and rushed towards me. In a state of emergency, I didn't have time to think much, so I quickly turned my gun around and stabbed it forward with my bayonet...
"With a 'huh' sound, the Vietnamese soldier hadn't even had time to raise his gun before I knocked him to the ground."
It wasn't until then that I understood why the scar-faced man had us fix bayonets, in poor light and chaotic battle conditions, the enemy was often right in front of us, at which point bayonets would be faster than bullets!
"Kill!" The warriors shouted in unison and began to wildly slaughter the Vietnamese crowd, which quickly became chaotic with people killing each other everywhere.
At this time, I felt a bit strange. We only had six warriors in total, but around me, there were at least a dozen pairs of people wrestling with each other. What's even more unbelievable is that sometimes the enemy soldiers would run right past me and act as if they didn't see me...
Then I quickly realized that Yue Jun was in a state of confusion in the dark and couldn't distinguish between friend and foe.
The old man also told me about this method, which is the most dangerous "infiltration war". He said that during the Japanese invasion, they loved to use this method. The Japanese looked similar to us and wore our military uniforms, making it impossible to distinguish between friend and foe. They would sneak into our army at night and start killing indiscriminately, causing everyone to fight chaotically, unable to tell who was a comrade or an enemy. By dawn, the Japanese were few in number, but most of the dead were our own people.
Scar is really something! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly admire Scar. He actually learned the skills of these little Japanese devils, but isn't this also a bit too dangerous? Letting us six people infiltrate among dozens of devils to fight a war of infiltration?
But at that time, I didn't have the luxury to think so much, all I knew was to thrust my bayonet into the enemy's back and chest again and again. Occasionally, a few enemy soldiers would come forward with their bayonets, but Knife Scar would always shout "Hold him down...!" and then lead us up to easily take them out.
I can understand Vietnamese, I know this sentence is Vietnamese for "our own people", the Vietcong thought we were enemies, let Knife Scar shout in Vietnamese and they hesitated... What they didn't expect was that with just this hesitation, our bayonets had already been inserted into their chests.
It wasn't until then that I realized Vietnamese could be used in this way...
"Rat-a-tat-a-tat..." At this moment, a burst of machine gun fire suddenly came from the front. We looked up and were shocked to see that another large group of Vietnamese soldiers had emerged from the grass in front of us. The leading officer shouted at us in a loud voice.
I also couldn't understand what he was shouting about. I reckon it's that no one is allowed to move forward or make a move, otherwise they'll be killed without exception.
It should be said that this trick really works, and in no time all the enemy soldiers around us stopped moving, crouched down, and then we few fake "devils" suddenly became very conspicuous...
