Insufficient balance

  After Wu Hongying's speech, the Chinese prisoners of war were in an uproar. Unexpectedly, Ruan Yuanjia did not scold them as usual and demand that they follow the rules of the column. Before Wu Hongying's speech, he had communicated with him, and as the manager of the prisoner-of-war camp, he did not want all the prisoners of war in the entire camp to unite, but only by dividing them could management be more convenient. The simplest way to divide them is to mix sand. Now, Bao Yulin, who is about to arrive at the prisoner-of-war camp, is the best sand.

  Ruan Yuanjia knew that Wu Hongying's words were fabricated for political purposes, but as long as Bao Yulin was placed among the prisoners of war, it would make them suspect and distrust each other. Over time, they would become a loose sand, and the entire prisoner-of-war camp would fall apart.

  After Ruan Yuanjia and Wu Hongying finished their conversation, the prisoners of war were not made to work in the sugarcane fields as usual, but were allowed to move about freely. Ruan had received a notice that some foreign journalists would be arriving in Hanoi today, hoping to observe at close range the situation of Chinese prisoners of war in Vietnam, especially wanting to know about Bao Yulun's situation after he made an anti-war declaration.

  In the eyes of almost all foreign journalists, Red China had just undergone the "baptism" of the Cultural Revolution, and everything was in the process of recovery. The decade-long isolation from the outside world made it difficult for outsiders to understand China. In their view, China was a mysterious and blindly worshiped country. They saw Chinese people as fanatical extremists. When China declared its "self-defensive counterattack against Vietnam", the United Nations held several emergency meetings, and when member states voted, all countries except North Korea, Cambodia, and a few others unanimously opposed China's "invasion" of Vietnam. At this time, a Chinese soldier who entered Vietnam could "stand out" and bravely issue an anti-war statement, which in itself had great news value. Now, the Chinese soldier who issued the anti-war declaration has entered a prisoner-of-war camp. What awaits him is a prisoner exchange, which means that he will be on the opposing side of his country in the future. Everyone wants to know what he thinks now and how he views this war.

  Bao Yulin was being escorted to the POW camp at this time, unaware that he had become the center of news and a global celebrity. Of course, at this time, he also became a villain in the eyes of Chinese soldiers captured by the POW camp.

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  "Deputy Commander Zhang, was what that 'soft persimmon' said this morning true? I don't get it. Even if someone really did defect to the enemy, why would they still be sent to a prisoner-of-war camp?" Wang Xiaodong asked, taking advantage of free time to approach Zhang Xihang, the highest-ranking captive in the entire POW camp.

  Zhang Xihang cautiously looked around and found that the Vietnamese guards did not notice the situation of the prisoners in the camp at all, but rather paid more attention to the journalists who came one after another.

  "Little Wang, have you noticed that there are many reporters coming today? I don't know if there will be traitors among our comrades, but I do know that these reporters won't be here for no reason. They've been gathering at our POW camp one after another, and it's very likely related to the upcoming visit of Bao Yulin. Tell everyone to be careful and raise their vigilance. Regardless of whether this person is a traitor like 'Soft Winter Melon' said, or an enemy plot, in any case, it's always better to be cautious!" Zhang Xihang carefully analyzed the situation, but no one knew what was going on, nor did they have any channels to know how the war was proceeding. Being vigilant at all times is necessary.

  Originally, the prisoner-of-war camp was easy to manage because two units of people made up the majority, and everyone's hearts were aligned. Years of revolutionary and heroic education had instilled a strong sense of guilt in all prisoners. When they went to the front lines, they had all sworn: Never betray the motherland! Rather die than be captured! During this period, the prisoners were secretly observing the guards' situation, hoping to escape from the camp on their own strength.

  Wang Xiaodong pretended to be nonchalant and slipped away from Zhang Xihang's side, he had to spread Zhang Xihang's words.

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  Bao Yulin was lying in the prisoner's car, and the two Vietnamese soldiers who were guarding him did not know that he had already woken up. In the morning, they had carried Bao Yulin onto the car on a stretcher while he was still asleep. They received orders to send Bao Yulin to the prisoner-of-war camp, and to be careful along the way. The two men were naturally cautious in carrying out their superior's orders. They had heard many stories about Chinese soldiers fighting bravely and refusing to surrender. After all, being in a big organization meant that they got some news quickly. Perhaps it was because the tense expressions on the faces of the two guards caught the attention of the officer leading them, who smiled and told the two guards: "This prisoner is currently in a coma, and will probably not wake up even after arriving at the camp. Besides, he's also wounded, so there's no need to be so nervous."

  As expected, despite the bumpy road, Bao Yulin was still sleeping soundly, and the two of them put their minds at ease. In fact, there was nothing to worry about, a wounded prisoner with no weapons, lying on a stretcher, what's there to be tense about? Moreover, it wasn't just the two of them who had guns in the entire carriage, the officer in charge and the driver also had guns. Rather than staring at this prisoner lying on a stretcher, they might as well chat and smoke a cigarette or something. Besides, looking ahead would be more comfortable anyway.

  Bao Yulin listened to the two Vietnamese soldiers muttering something, but from their tone, he could tell that they hadn't discovered that he had woken up yet. So he quietly opened his eyes and observed them. Through the window, he saw the prison car leaving the main road and slowly entering the mountains. What he didn't know was that during the two days he was unconscious, so many things had happened.

  The two guards would occasionally turn their heads to glance at Bao Yulian, but as time passed, they didn't pay much attention anymore. At this moment, they were chatting happily about something that amused them.

  Bao Yulin took a surreptitious glance, and the entire prisoner transport vehicle was actually an ambulance that had been modified. The front and rear sections were separated by a glass partition. He himself was lying on a stretcher at the very back of the vehicle. Two guards sat in the two seats near the middle door, one to the left and one to the right. Perhaps he had originally been in a state of unconsciousness; the two guards seemed very relaxed and did not have their guns slung over their shoulders. One guard's gun was propped against the window frame, while the other guard perhaps thought that placing his gun by the window would obstruct his view of the outside scenery, so he placed it against the chair in the aisle instead.

  Bao Yulin's mind was racing, and through the glass, he also saw a driver and an officer in front of him. However, if he could grab the submachine gun on the passageway, lean his body back a bit, and not let the two Vietnamese soldiers guarding him get close, he would have time to pull the bolt and fire. Bao Yulin believed that with the immense power of the submachine gun, it would be easy to shoot through the two chairs at such a close distance. As long as he first took care of the two guards responsible for escorting him, he could directly shoot the driver and officer through the glass. He believed that if everything went smoothly, this would only take a few seconds, and perhaps the officer wouldn't even have time to draw his gun. After taking out these people, he would be free. Although Bao Yulin didn't know where he was at the moment, he believed that as long as he kept heading north, he would eventually return to his homeland.

  Bao Yulin quietly moved his body, this opportunity only comes once, he must fully mobilize himself.

  The wounds on his body still hurt, but they had obviously healed. His head still hurt, but it didn't affect his movements. He carefully observed the situation of the two Vietnamese soldiers, and apparently, they were chatting quite well and hadn't noticed their own situation. Bao Yulin knew that his chance had come. This move must be done in one go, otherwise there would definitely be no good outcome.

  Gently, Bao Yulin changed his posture, he had to change from lying flat to prone, so that he could grab the submachine gun on the passageway more quickly. No matter what, everything had to be done with caution. If the guards were alerted, everything would be just an empty dream, Bao Yulin knew that when flesh and blood clashed with bullets, it was always the flesh and blood that suffered. Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, he must seize this opportunity well.

  Bao Yulin adjusted his body and jumped up from the stretcher, saying that he had crossed over the stretcher in an instant. Bao Yulin thought for a moment about this detail, the canvas on the stretcher was too soft, if he stepped on it, it would be difficult to rush forward, as soon as he moved, the Vietnamese guards would definitely react and seize the time, which was more important than anything else.

  Two Vietnamese soldiers suddenly heard the sound of wind in their ears, and just as they were becoming alert, Bao Yulin had already grabbed the submachine gun leaning against the chair. Next, Bao Yulin took a step back while simultaneously pulling open the bolt. At this moment, Bao Yulin's heart was racing, his adrenaline almost boiling over.

  Two Vietnamese soldiers were caught off guard, and then they found out that Bao Yulin had snatched the submachine gun leaning against the chair. Without thinking, he took a step back and pulled open the bolt. A shiny bullet jumped into the chamber.

  Two Vietnamese soldiers didn't even have time to think, they could only stand stiffly, all movements stopped. One was in the posture of an eagle swooping down on a chicken, the other was half-holding his rifle, with a look of wanting to resist. Unfortunately, facing Bao Yulin's calmly held rifle, both men were unusually unanimous. Everyone knew that perhaps if they behaved honestly, Bao Yulin might not necessarily fire, but if they made any sudden movements, Bao Yulin would definitely not let them threaten himself.

  Facing the two Vietnamese soldiers' unusual cooperation, Bao Yulin smiled wryly. He wasn't a cruel person, but when it came to life and death, protecting himself was the wisest choice. Although the two Vietnamese soldiers in front of him had already shown no hostility, Bao Yulin knew that they were just waiting for an opportunity. No one would do something pointless. If it were peacetime, Bao Yulin might have let them put down their weapons and then disarmed them. But now, he didn't dare to and couldn't do so; everything had to be done under the condition of ensuring his own safety. He knew that such actions in the carriage would immediately alert the officers and drivers at the front of the train, and if they reacted, he would really be in trouble.

  War is cruel, a matter of life and death, not the time for sentiment. The above was just some psychological reaction from Bao Yulin. He didn't hesitate, after loading the bullet, he directly aimed at the Vietnamese soldier holding the machine gun and pulled the trigger. Bao Yulin had to first eliminate this biggest threat before annihilating the other enemies.

  "Ka!" The bolt of the submachine gun struck the primer of the bullet, producing a crisp sound. Unfortunately, the bullet did not fire as expected. "Damn it! Jammed!" Bao Yulin thought to himself, his worst luck had arrived, he must quickly pull the bolt again, ejecting the bullet from the chamber and loading a new round, then firing once more.

  Bao Yulin thought of conditioned reflexes while performing actions with his hands. All this is a matter of conditioned reflexes.

  The sound of the bullet jamming was also heard by the two Vietnamese soldiers in charge of escorting, after all, with years of experience playing guns. The two of course knew that Bao Yukun's current situation was precarious. They of course knew that this was a life-and-death struggle. The two didn't have time to think carefully and acted simultaneously.

  The armed soldier's movements continued, he didn't think about firing. Because of the simultaneous movement, his speed was definitely not as fast as Bao Yulin, but he still had a gun in his hand, only needing to disrupt Bao Yulin's movement and prevent him from firing, relying on his own strength and that of his comrades to deal with a wounded prisoner of war was no problem!

  Bao Yulin was still busy pulling the bolt when Vietnamese soldiers raised their submachine guns and fired at the gun Bao Yulin had grabbed. His purpose was very clear, as long as Bao Yulin's submachine gun could not be used, everything would be easy to handle.

  Bao Yulin's submachine gun was knocked off, and before he could react, another Vietnamese soldier rushed out, desperately pounced on Bao Yulin's body, and tightly hugged him.

  At this moment, the Vietnamese soldier with a gun had already walked out of position, he raised his submachine gun, turned the muzzle down and slammed it onto Bao Yulin's head.

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  What a great opportunity, what a nightmare-like experience! All of this has nothing to do with Bao Yulin anymore, because he fell into a coma once again.

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  The reporters waiting outside the POW camp, hoping to interview Chinese prisoners of war who had made anti-war declarations, were disappointed. Instead, they waited for the arrival of Bao Yulin's prisoner van, but Bao Yulin was lying on a stretcher with his head heavily bandaged and asleep. He was carried into the POW camp.

  Ruan Yuanjia explained to the reporter that Bao Yulin was in a coma due to long-term malnutrition and injuries, but fortunately, the Vietnamese military doctors had rich experience in treating external injuries and nutritional deficiencies, so Bao Yulin's life was not in danger. Currently, he is in a state of deep sleep, which is just a reaction to the medication. However, one thing can be confirmed: Bao Yulin's current condition is not suitable for visits.

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  "Deputy Commander Zhang, is this Bao Yulin's condition a result of their torture? Looking at him now, it doesn't seem like he's faking it." Wang Xiaodong watched as Bao Yulin was carried into the prisoner-of-war camp, the gauze on his head still stained with fresh blood. He then leaned in to

  Zhang Xihang's face turned gloomy, and he said with a scowl: "If it weren't for this, I might have thought about whether it was a Vietnamese trick or not. But now, I can be sure that Bao Yulin is not a good thing!"

  "Why?" Wang Xiaodong asked anxiously.

  Zhang Xihang glanced at Wang Xiaodong: "You've been to the battlefield, haven't you seen that Bao Yulin's injury on his head is freshly made? Why? This is a trick of desperation! It's an attempt to cover up! It seems the situation has become complicated!" Zhang Xihang looked at Bao Yulin being carried into the medical room of the prisoner-of-war camp in the distance, furrowing his brow.

  "Oh... I said, if they all bleed like this, I don't know how much blood he has left to bleed. These Vietnamese people are really good at acting!"

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