Chapter 72

  Wishing all book friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Take a break from reading and spend more time with your family admiring the moon! Of course, you still have to read my books, hehe...

  Those eleven confused Vietnamese soldiers who followed our troops were quickly settled.

  I just said a few words: "Hey, there aren't enough people, come up with two more...", "Forget it, all of you come up!"...

  Then those eleven devils came up in batches and were easily annihilated by us.

  But it wasn't all smooth sailing, this happened during the third batch... That time I called three Vietnamese ghosts to come up, but unexpectedly one of them was too enthusiastic, thinking he was hesitant at first, then wanted to come up and see if he could help in any way... So he followed behind me for over a dozen steps.

  Because of the dark sky, and because everyone in this crowd was almost identical, no one noticed him. As a result, everyone took action in front of him... By the time we realized it, that guy was already shocked to the point of shouting loudly, but unexpectedly his neck made a "crack" sound and was twisted off by someone.

  It broke off very cleanly, and the whole head was stuck on the body like a layer of skin, then it went limp and fell to the ground...

  Another look, it was Li Zhaolong... That guy's moves were both accurate and ruthless!

  I also tried to want to twist the enemy's neck, but one comes this is too disgusting... although this method has no blood and no wound, but the "crack" sound from the neck will make people's neck numb.

  It's not easy to twist a chicken neck, you know. This part of the body is connected with blood vessels, trachea, muscles and cervical vertebrae... So don't think it's soft and weak, actually it's very tough. Don't believe me? Try twisting a chicken neck and see how easy it is. It requires precise force, direction and hand positioning.

  It seems that only Li Zhaolong's skills as a housekeeper are suitable for this job.

  "Line up!" At this time, Chen Yiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiy

  "Hmm!" I furrowed my brow, just about to give the order for the warriors to prepare for battle, but then I thought... this doesn't seem right, we're disguised as Viet Cong, how can we enter our own village in a combat posture?

  He then gave a low order: "Pass down the command, no talking without orders, no shooting allowed!"

  "Yes!" The warriors passed down the command one by one.

  "What time is it now?" I frowned.

  It's embarrassing to say, but as a temporary commander, I don't even have something that can tell time...

  "Here!" Scar handed over a watch, and I shone it with the weak light of my flashlight... Hey, it's still a Shanghai brand, this thing is valuable in this era, can't tell if Scar is a rich man or not!

  I remember the old man had a watch like this, but it was already broken and couldn't be used. It's said that it was a keepsake from his comrade-in-arms, and it got broken because it was damaged in an explosion... there were still some dried bloodstains inside. The old man treasured it like a precious thing, even though he had lost his eyesight and couldn't see it, he would take it out every morning and evening to touch it a few times.

  "This thing was given by my old man!" Scarface explained beside me, seeing that I stared at the watch: "This is the only thing left from my wedding, it's yours now!"

  "How...how can I possibly..."

  "Stop being so stubborn!" Scar said firmly, "This thing is useless to me too, you need it more than I do, and I'm doing this for the sake of victory in battle!"

  So I had nothing to say, put on my watch and took a look at the time... it was already 1 o'clock in the morning.

  I thought of looking at the time because I felt that Vietnamese people should be hiding in their quilts and sleeping at this late hour, so I was slightly relieved and felt that passing through Pingmeng Village shouldn't be a big problem.

  As expected, after turning two bends along the mountain road, a quiet and dark Pingmeng Village appeared before us, confirming my thoughts...

  Just as I had taken a few steps, a voice in Vietnamese shouted from the darkness: "Who's there? Password!"

  Damn it... Hearing this, I was furious. How would I know what password the guerrilla team used? After struggling to survive for so long, I didn't expect that in the end, it was all for nothing! This son of a bitch guerrilla team just shouted out their password and got me killed off...

  Just about to give the order to start fighting, but thinking again... No way! Could it be that the devils' communication is so advanced? Would the 316th Regiment also know the password of this small Pingmeng Village? I'm afraid the 316th Regiment doesn't even take the guerrilla troops seriously!

  "Damn thing, dare to ask me for a password? Don't you know we're from the 316a brigade? Are you looking to die?!!"

  My choice was obviously correct, as excited shouts soon came from the dark: "It's the comrades of 316a Brigade, we've been waiting for you!"

  Then, two kids holding AK-47s jumped out from the bushes by the side of the road... I didn't see it wrong, they were really kids. Judging from their height and build, they were at most 13 or 14 years old, about the age of a junior high school student. But looking at the killing intent and maturity on their faces, as well as the practiced movements with which they held the AK-47s, you couldn't associate them with 13 or 14 year old kids no matter what...

  "Report, Lieutenant Comrade!" One of the older ones spotted my rank at a glance. He gave me a standard military salute and said: "Our Pingmeng Guerrilla Troop has been preparing to coordinate with you to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy troops as soon as we heard you were nearby. Please give your orders, Lieutenant Comrade!"

  "Hmm!" I looked at the kid in front of me with some doubt and casually asked: "How many of you are there?"

  The child didn't answer, but instead pulled out a signal flag from his waist and waved it several times towards the back... soon after, there were also several signal flags shaking in response from the dark. Then, not long after... the originally quiet Pingmeng Village suddenly burst forth with many black shadows, some emerging from the grass, some from the ditches, and others from the fields...

  These dark shadows gathered from all sides, and in no time at all, a group of them stood before us. There were at least fifty or sixty of them. Each one was carrying a gun, mostly AK-47s, and I even saw two rocket launchers among them... But what struck me was that these people included children, women, and old men...

  Seeing this momentum, I couldn't help but secretly take a deep breath: I originally thought that the opponent was just a guerrilla team from a village, and with our regular army platoon, it would be easy to rush over! Now it seems... Fortunately, I didn't act rashly earlier. These guys actually don't sleep at night and ambush all night long.

  What I didn't know was that the 316a division started fighting on our 239 high ground... and the artillery fire lasted for a whole day, how could these villagers still sleep?

  "Comrades, you have worked hard!"

  "Comrade, come and take a rest in our village!"

  ……

  These villagers were very warm and welcoming to us, especially the women... yes, it was indeed the women, who all seemed like they had never seen a man before, coming up to us and rubbing against us, as if they wanted to drag a man back to their homes.

  Of course, there were also a few women who wanted to come up and pull me, but they were blocked by Chen Yiyang standing in front of me... The regret in my heart was just as the saying goes: what you gain on one side, you lose on the other. Now I deeply understand this point.

  The warriors also had fire in their eyes, I believe that if they had the chance, they would definitely go to the village with those Vietnamese women to have a good time. Don't mention what the Liberation Army doesn't get close to women, the Liberation Army is also human, and it's people who can lose their lives on the battlefield at any time. The idea of enjoying oneself in a timely manner is especially useful for soldiers on the battlefield... Unfortunately, they are not real Vietnamese soldiers, plus they don't speak Vietnamese, so they can only stand still pretending to be strict about discipline.

  I couldn't help but curse in my heart when I saw this, being a Vietnamese soldier is really a blessing! But thinking again, it doesn't seem right, if it weren't for the fact that many Vietnamese men died in battle over the years, would these Vietnamese women be like this?

  So it's better to be a soldier in our Chinese army!

  "Comrade Lieutenant!" At this time, an old man who was in the lead slung his AK47 over his shoulder and stretched out his hand to me, saying: "My name is Wu Weiying, I am the village chief of Pingmeng Village, and also the captain of the Pingmeng Guerrilla Troop. You've had a hard journey, come to our village to have a drink of rice wine and take a rest!"

  "No, comrade!" I pretended to be moved and shook his hand firmly, responding: "I appreciate your kindness, but we have a mission at hand, so we won't disturb you comrades. You are all good comrades, always remembering to fight against the enemy at all times. Once we drive away the ** troops... let's come back and drink a cup together!"

  "Good!" The old man was so moved by what I said that he became tearful, and with tears in his eyes, he said: "Good comrade! It's settled then. After we defeat the enemy, you must come to our village for a hearty drink!"

  I solemnly nodded, shook the old man's hand heavily, and then cast my gaze into the distant void, saying meaningfully: "Comrades! As long as we are united in one heart, united as one, even if the enemy is strong, it will be a paper tiger... Darkness will pass, light will come! Let us wait together for that day to arrive..."

  "Ptui..." Chen Yiyiy couldn't help but burst out laughing not far away, fortunately the surrounding noise was too loud and not many people noticed. After I glared at her, Chen Yiyi quickly lowered her head and pretended to be covering a sneeze to cover it up.

  "Comrades!" The old man said emotionally: "We can't let you leave empty-handed, so let's send you off on your journey!"

  I thought it was better this way, after all, it's stronger than being asked by people all the way, so I didn't object.

  Then... we all looked like grooms, surrounded by the guerrilla fighters as we passed through the village. Along the way, many Vietnamese villagers who had heard the news came to us with eggs, peanuts, dried sweet potatoes and other dry fruits from their homes and stuffed them into our bags. By the time we left the village and bid a heartfelt farewell to the guerrilla fighters, our bags were filled with all sorts of food.

  "What the hell is all this?" The bookworm only said that one sentence.

  "Are you still not satisfied?" Scar asked back: "Do you want to come all the way killing with a submachine gun?"

  Everyone fell silent at his words.

  Chen Yiyiy asked me somewhat strangely: "How did you learn to speak that dialect?"

  "Which set?" I pretended ignorance.

  "It's... that thing where everyone is united and unanimous... how can you open your mouth and come up with something even more severe than the Vietnamese communist cadres! Even more eloquent than our instructors!"

  I can only bitterly smile: these words have been repeated by the old man in my ear every day since I was sensible, how could I not know them?