Chapter Seventy

  Savoring the lingering aftertaste in his mouth, he silently cursed this damn battlefield for not giving him more time and space.

  Isn't it? The most unbearable thing is not that there's no woman, if there were no women I could just give up on this idea. The most unbearable thing is having a woman but being unable to...just like me now, clearly knowing that Chen Yiyuan would definitely be willing, but because of the lack of time and space, it's all...

  Alas! Don't sacrifice like this, if I sacrifice now, I will lose big time!

  Why am I being arranged to go this time again?

  It's still my bad luck, isn't it? Only a few of the first squad were old soldiers, and the third squad had suffered heavy casualties in the previous two battles, so there were only over ten people left in the whole squad, including the wounded. So I was the only one who could go up with this second squad.

  Then looking at the soldiers standing in front of him, already lined up and ready to march, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

  Chen Yiy is the only female soldier on the front line among our hundreds, no, at least thousands of people, but she doesn't love anyone and just loves to follow me.

  Hehe... just this point can make me feel proud for a while.

  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence, and my mood also improved. I shouted to the soldiers who were already dressed as Vietnamese ghosts: "Comrades, are you all ready?"

  "Ready!" The warriors replied in a low voice, so as not to let the nearby Viet Minh hear any noise.

  "Hmm!" I nodded: "Comrades, pay attention. From now on, except for those who can speak Vietnamese, everyone else shut up and listen, got it?"

  "I understand!"

  "What the...!" I glared at them with both eyes and shouted: "What are you guys doing? You said you understood, but you're still talking..."

  It wasn't until a while later that the warriors came back to their senses, and all that was left were bursts of laughter.

  At this time, Chen Yiyiyang slowly came late, although I knew she was intentionally falling behind a few steps to prevent other warriors from suspecting, but still pretended to scold with a straight face: "What's going on? Now you're here? Return to the team immediately!"

  "Yes!" Chen Yiyang responded with her mouth, but her eyes stared at me fiercely, staring so hard that I shivered.

  "Second Lieutenant!" Just then, the company commander and instructor appeared before me. Needless to say, they were definitely here for my punishment drill.

  "Second Lieutenant!" The instructor patted my shoulder and said warmly, as if entrusting an old friend: "Your performance on the battlefield is clear to everyone, and the organization absolutely trusts your ability. Go ahead and complete the task with confidence, we'll be waiting for you to return and celebrate your success!"

  "Huh?" I couldn't believe my ears, was this really the instructor who always targeted me and treated me like a problem child? But then I quickly thought... maybe this instructor just assumed that I wouldn't be able to come back alive from this mission anyway, or hoped that I would die fighting bravely, so he gave me this "reassurance" pill.

  Damn it! Maybe he's even more thrilled than I thought when I left.

  But he thought so, his mouth still responded: "Yes, don't worry, instructor, I guarantee to complete the task!"

  "Second platoon, line up!" Captain Luo walked forward and adjusted my uniform buttons: "I've made a temporary decision to add an extra class for you, led by the first platoon leader, under your unified command. What do you think?"

  I took a look at the scar on the knife not far away and found that there were also ten soldiers wearing Vietnamese military uniforms who had packed their luggage.

  "Of course, no problem." I replied.

  To be honest, I only have a couple dozen men left under my command, and some of them are injured and can't go... This time we're conducting a short-distance raid, and afterwards we still need to hurry back as quickly as possible, so there are still physical demands. Bringing along injured soldiers will only hold us back.

  So I managed to scrape together only sixteen people, and had them launch a surprise attack on the Vietnamese artillery position... but I'm afraid even if the Vietnamese artillerymen picked up their guns, we wouldn't be able to withstand it. So when I heard that again, he added ten more people for me, including a top-notch knife scar who can speak Vietnamese... what reason would there be to object?

  "Just... " I immediately worried and said: "Then this 239 high ground is..."

  This doesn't need me to say more, after several fierce battles, our regiment can be said to have died and been injured. Now I've taken away another twenty or so elite soldiers with one breath, what's left are just some wounded soldiers?

  "Don't worry!" Luo Lianzhang looked up at the sky and said: "Since the devils know how to use tactics of exhaustion, they won't launch an attack on us so early. I think they will wait until dawn at least before making a move. Now there are still four or five hours till dawn, enough time for you all to get back!"

  "Yes!" I replied.

  But the mouth is so said, but the heart does not think so. The reason is simple. Once we successfully raided the Vietnamese artillery position... the Vietnamese will also discover or suspect that it was us who did it, and then they will know that the 239 high ground is empty of troops, and of course, they will launch a charge ahead of time...

  It's just that these are unavoidable things, I just hope that Luo Lianchang can hold on with these wounded soldiers until we rush back.

  I shook hands with Luo Lianzhong heavily and we saluted each other, then I led the troops along the communication trench to the rear of the high ground.

  We walked very slowly and carefully.

  On the one hand, this area had been "encircled" by us before dark and mines had been laid out. We had to follow the mine-free path indicated on the map to move forward.

  On the other hand, we were worried that there might be Vietcong scouts lurking in the bushes watching us. If they saw a platoon of "Vietnamese troops" emerging from the enemy's trenches, it didn't take much guessing what our intentions were.

  Fortunately, however, the Viet Minh may have been conserving their strength or were concerned that the artillery used for "harassment and interdiction" fire would harm their own people, so they did not make such arrangements.

  It was Chen Yiy who made this judgment, and it wasn't until then that I realized she not only had good combat skills, but also excelled in nighttime observation. She would stop from time to time to listen carefully, or crouch down to examine the marks on the ground, sometimes even intentionally throwing a stone to make some noise... In short, she did it just like a tracking expert, and as an amateur, I was completely bewildered, so I could only put my trust in her and follow her.

  Of course, since Chen Yiyang was the leader and I was also a leading squad leader... sometimes it's inevitable that the troops would be behind us, with the two of us observing in front. I naturally wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to sneak up from behind her and grope her all over.

  Human desire is endless once it's opened up, let alone my desires haven't been satisfied yet.

  Chen Yiyang naturally wouldn't refuse, but it wasn't until I heard her heavy breathing and felt the heat emanating from her face that I suddenly came to my senses... Damn it, what if this gets the girl so fired up that she wants to have a wild battle right here? One step back, even if we don't have a wild battle... If it affects her judgment, one little mistake could lead to our entire army being wiped out!

  It wasn't until then that I hastily put away my own lustful thoughts... On the battlefield, it's not a laughing matter. I couldn't be so irresponsible. If something went wrong, it wouldn't just be betraying my comrades, but also myself and Chen Yiyuan!

  At last, after half an hour we finally left the range of 239 highland and came to that small road which Chen Yiyang said.

  As we walked onto the small path, our group felt much more at ease. On one hand, we didn't have to worry about landmines and Vietcong scouts anymore. More importantly... aren't we all wearing Vietcong military uniforms? If people saw a group of Vietcong sneaking around on their own turf, what would that look like?!

  Of course, just like the order I gave earlier, only a few who speak Vietnamese can talk, and apart from me, Dāo Bā (Knife Scar) and Chen Yiyī, there is also a Vietnamese interpreter assigned to our company.

  His surname is Dao, his name is Dao Wa, a Dai ethnic minority from Yunnan. Because he often traveled between Yunnan and Vietnam doing small business, he learned Vietnamese after going back and forth several times. After joining the army, it was only natural that he was assigned to be an interpreter. However, although he was an interpreter, he didn't like to talk much. As for me and Chen Yiyuan... because we had guilty consciences and weren't comfortable speaking too much, the whole scene only had Dao Wa pretending to shout in Vietnamese: "Follow up from behind!", "Faster!"

  This scar-faced guy's acting skills are really not to be underestimated, he pretended to be so serious that we almost believed we were marching on a mountain road as Viet Cong. It's just that sometimes pretending too much isn't a good thing.

  We ran forward on the mountain road, with me and Chen Yiyin, who could speak Vietnamese, leading the way. Behind us were Dāo Bā (I don't know how it happened that we had two knives, but this knife was not that knife, the one in the back was a surname). So all along the way, we passed through without any obstacles, and occasionally encountered some Vietnamese civilians or guerrillas, who also passed by peacefully.

  Chen Yiy and I didn't feel anything unusual at first, we ran all the way with joy, and I even thought to myself that this march was surprisingly smooth.

  Someone suddenly appeared out of nowhere with a knife scar, his face darkened as he bumped into me... and in a low voice told me: "There are several more people behind!"

  "The more people there are, the merrier it is..." I didn't take this remark seriously at all.

  The scar-faced man glared at me with a bitter expression: "You're Vietnamese!"

  "Ah!" Hearing this, I couldn't help but jump in fright, pretending to inspect the troops as I glanced back... and indeed, at some point the team had grown by a lot.

  "What's going on?" I asked.

  "Those devils have gone mad!" Scarface said helplessly, "They're treating us as their own people and are joining our troops to march together. I just counted them, there are eleven in total..."

  How I detest them! Why are these devils so stupid? And to make matters worse, they came in a group of eleven. If there were fewer of them, we could have quietly taken care of them... Now it's even more troublesome, with eleven of them showing up at once, making it difficult for us to deal with them discreetly!