Chapter 113: Annihilation of the enemy

The Vietnamese agents got closer and closer, not noticing that we were lurking in the grass beside the mountain road. But to be honest, it was not easy to find dozens of people hiding in the grass in the dark night.

After a while, the Vietnamese army came to us, but because there was something in advance, the soldiers did not shoot, but let them go one by one.

It's a strange feeling, the devils are right in front of us, we can even hear their footsteps clearly, but we can keep each other safe. Of course, this state of affairs was only temporary, and the Vietnamese army had no idea that they were stepping into a death trap and were approaching the end of their lives......

Finally, when several Vietnamese soldiers in Zuihou also crossed our defense line and entered the encirclement, I shouted into the walkie-talkie: "Fight!" Then he pulled the trigger on the target he had already locked on.

My target was a Vietnamese soldier walking in the middle of the line, and along the way I noticed that he would occasionally whisper commands to other Vietnamese soldiers, revealing his identity. As the saying goes, the thief wants to capture the king, so of course my first bullet is reserved for him.

With a burst of recoil from the butt of the rifle on the right shoulder, a bullet flew out with a whistling sound, and the Vietnamese soldier's head exploded in my scope like a watermelon, and in an instant, a cloud of red and white turbidity shot out, which only startled all the Vietnamese soldiers to stop.

However, these Vietnamese soldiers were obviously well-trained soldiers, and they reflexively either fell to the ground or rolled on the spot almost the moment my guns rang out...... But all this was to no avail, the goals of the Vietnamese army were too obvious. They are almost at our guns. Not only are we outnumbered of them, but we are also unprepared. In addition, most of the soldiers were equipped with automatic rifles that fired repeatedly, so the bullets rained down on the enemy as soon as they hit, and they all fell in a pool of blood in a short time.

However, the gunfire continued to "roar", and the bullets continued to shoot at the corpses of the Vietnamese soldiers in pieces, until I shouted several "ceasefire" into the walkie-talkie, and the gunfire slowly stopped.

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly, it was obvious that these soldiers under my command were too nervous and scared to shoot desperately in the direction of the enemy. It's like watching a horror movie and seeing the thrill, people will involuntarily collapse the nerves of the whole body and vent hysterically.

The battlefield is not just about watching horror movies, when watching horror movies, we will at least know that everything is fake, it will not cause any real harm to our body, (even from a medical point of view, watching horror movies can also promote the body's endocrine and be good for health).

However, the real battlefield is two different things, one is that on the battlefield, as long as one of us is not careful, we will die at any time, and second, these soldiers have never even seen a dead person in normal times, but suddenly they want to shoot and kill people in the dark night...... So it's common sense to be so nervous. I also vividly remember the first time I walked into the battlefield and was scared by that scene, but now I am numb from seeing too much.

"Don't clean the battlefield, don't get up, all units continue to lurk!" Again, I reiterated on the walkie-talkie the order I had made before the war.

It's not that I'm rambling, it's that I'm worried that the fighters will stand up as soon as they get nervous...... We said haode before. In order to avoid confusion between friend and foe, anyone who stands up will be treated as an enemy and killed!

So I remained in the same position in the grass and waited quietly. Everything seemed to have changed, except that there were more than two dozen corpses in the encirclement, a thick smell of gunsmoke and blood in the air, and the occasional snort from a few wounded devils......

I don't know if these enemy soldiers who are only wounded but not dead are in a bad fate, saying that their lives are good, such a dense bullet has not been able to kill them, saying that their lives are not good...... Since they have been injured like this and are still in our encirclement, they will not be able to escape no matter what, and the other enemy agents will not dare to come to the rescue without knowing how many people we have ambushed, so waiting for them will only have a tragic end.

But I really admire the endurance of the enemy agents, who know that there is no hope of escaping but are still unwilling to give up the only hope of survival, don't they? I soon spotted in the scope a few black shadows crawling out of the pile of corpses, dragging a few injured legs and bloody bodies on the mountain road, crawling and crawling......

In the pale starlight, I could clearly see a long trail of blood trailing behind them, and I could clearly hear their groans from the pain of their injuries, and the rapid breathing of their lives as they came to an end...... Several of the enemy soldiers passed out before they could climb a few steps, but when they came to their senses they continued their crawl in the direction of the village, and I was even surprised to see that they had not abandoned their weapons.

The Vietnamese army also fought bravely, and there is no need for us to deny this. Not only is this true, but we are also well aware that respecting the enemy is also respecting ourselves, for the simple reason that if the opponent is weak, then we have nothing to be proud of in defeating them.

But respect is respect, the battlefield has the rules of the battlefield, as long as they don't lay down their arms, they are still our enemies, so I didn't hesitate anymore and resolutely pulled the trigger on them......

"Bang bang ......" a few gunshots, and the target was only a dozen meters away from me, so I easily hit them in the head. I didn't do this to show off my marksmanship to the other fighters, but to try to alleviate their pain as much as possible, and at the same time end their pain.

Everything was silent, there were no gunshots, no screams, and even the insects seemed to sense the lifeless atmosphere and stopped chirping. A gust of mountain wind blew, and the grass more than half a person high around it rustled, as if these Vietnamese soldiers who died inexplicably under our guns were unwilling to make waves. The pale moonlight shining on the bloody corpses of the Vietnamese soldiers added to the terrifying atmosphere, and this scene only made the soldiers tremble with their scalps.

"Platoon commander......" Wu Zhijun seemed to be a little unbearable, so he whispered on the walkie-talkie: "Our mission has been completed, and the revenge of the soldiers has been avenged, let's close the team!" I can't spend the night with these corpses here......"

"Less nonsense!" I interrupted Wu Zhijun and said, "Our task is to lock down the village, not to kill people!" In case we're gone...... What if another agent comes out of the village? ”

"Yes!" Wu Zhijun knew that what I said made sense, so he answered and didn't say anything more.

The battlefield hasn't been cleaned yet! If we go back like this, aren't the guns and ammunition of the Vietnamese agents going back to the enemy to become weapons against us?

Actually, I have some hope that there will be other Vietnamese agents in the village who hear the gunshots and come out to check on the situation, and then we can use these corpses to attract more Vietnamese agents, and then make more corpses, and then use more corpses to attract more Vietnamese agents......

I'm dreaming! How can there be such a stupid Vietnamese army agent!

But it can't be helped, it's not pleasant to be lurking here with a bunch of corpses, so think about things better if you can!

As it turned out to be wrong, the Vietnamese agents acted cautiously and never appeared again.

I seem to remember that the old man said that the agents of the Yue Devil can be divided into three types:

The lowest level is the ordinary agent, also called the junior agent or the tactical special team, this kind of agent is mainly with the infantry, artillery combat and reconnaissance, which is similar to our army's top soldiers or reconnaissance platoon.

The second type of agent is the secret agent, also known as the intermediate agent, who is mainly used to lurk behind enemy lines for a long time, go deep behind enemy lines to carry out combat sabotage missions or sneak attack missions.

The third type is the special forces team, also known as senior agents, which are very powerful, mainly responsible for the main strategic tasks of the country and the army, including personnel sent abroad to engage in espionage activities.

For example, Zhou Linfeng, an agent of the Vietnamese army I met in the field hospital, belongs to the third type...... This kind of agent is deeply hidden, usually not easily exposed, and the target is not a few soldiers or anything.

The agents we are now encountering who are hiding among ordinary people to harass and "infiltrate" our army belong to the second type of agents, that is, intermediate-level agents.

They are supposed to have been carefully selected from the Vietnamese army and then specially trained. It's no wonder that these guys can still crawl back without giving up their weapons even when they are seriously injured by our sneak attack......

It is precisely because they have received special agent training that they will not make such low-level mistakes, so my dream of using corpses to lure agents and then turning them into corpses will naturally come to naught. We had to lie on the grass all night, bored, with only the corpses in the encirclement and the annoying swarms of mosquitoes and insects!

Sometimes I'm wondering, these middle-level agents in front of Weishenme look tenacious, but Zhou Linfeng, a senior agent, seems to be a soft bone? After thinking about it, I quickly understood that there is a saying that poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, and the meaning of this sentence is ...... refers to the fact that where life is difficult, there are often ruthless characters, because they can't survive, that is, they are desperate. This may be the case with the Vietnamese army.

And what about Zhou Linfeng? On the contrary, because I was lurking in China, I felt a different life, but I didn't have that kind of willpower. (To be continued......)