After waiting for a while and nothing happened, the third platoon leader not far away slowly raised his head. He saw a few lights flickering in the low-lying land under the high hill. It was obvious that there was a An inhabited village.
The cold shooting just now was obviously carried out unconsciously and randomly by the Vietnamese in the village. Judging from the sound of the gunfire, it was just a sporadic guerrilla armed personnel.
Isn't this the target of their hunt tonight? The three platoon leaders, who slowly descended the high slope, gathered Wang Jun and three other soldiers in front of them, and several men went head to head to make arrangements for a surprise attack.
Their tactical arrangement was like this. The third platoon leader sneaked over with a veteran and tried to kill the gunmen without making a sound. Then another veteran rushed in with Wang Jun and other recruits, and controlled Other people living in the village.
The veteran who followed the third platoon leader on the assault pulled out the dagger tied to his calf. The ink-soaked dagger was so cold that it felt like a sharp knife for cutting throats in the dark night.
The third platoon leader who ran down the high hill first was submerged in the thick black fog in the blink of an eye, and the veteran who followed him also disappeared and appeared like a ghost.
After a while, Wang Jun followed another veteran and sneaked down the hill, slowly approaching the little lights. Just when everything was going well, 'Bah! 'Two gunshots suddenly cracked out of thin air like thunder, and the next second the quiet night suddenly became commotion.
Just as the veteran who had just saved Wang Jun's life cursed fiercely, "Fuck! It's leaked, don't fucking hide it, just go over with your gun!" After saying that, he took the lead and rushed towards the direction of the gunshot. Wang Jun and Another recruit, Danzi, didn't say anything at this time. He clenched the Bayi Bar in his hand and ran after him.
It turned out that it was the veteran who was following the third platoon leader. When he was wiping the neck of a Vietnamese, his hands and feet were not very agile and people noticed. The Vietnamese risked his life in a fight, and then the two of them were rolling around and sitting in a ball. .
The noise in the dark night was quite noisy. In the blink of an eye, two Vietnamese ghosts ran to the scene of the incident with guns in hand.
A Vietnamese ghost with red eyes raised his gun and was about to hold the fire. The companion next to him suddenly grabbed his arm and said "Uri wala" very quickly. He meant to stay away. A gun, for fear of accidentally injuring one of your own.
. As he spoke, the Vietnamese ghost took out a spear from his waist. Holding the spear in his backhand, he stared at the two men in the fight with his scarlet eyes.
Hearing the noise, the third platoon leader rushed over from the other direction. Seeing that his soldier's life was hanging in the balance for a moment, he suddenly pulled the trigger without having time to think about it. The automatic rifle in the third platoon leader's hand instantly spurted fire. The tongue of fire was pulled sideways, and a row of bullets swept away the Vietnamese ghost who rushed forward in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the other Vietnamese did not hesitate, raised his gun in the direction of the gunfire and fired, "Ta-ta-ta!" 'A row of bullets hit the three platoon leaders and rolled on the spot, hiding in the black mist. They were all on automatic fire and no one touched anyone, and a fierce exchange of fire broke out.
When the three members of the Wang Army arrived, a dozen or so people rushed out of the village. The Vietnamese were all soldiers. Old men in their sixties and slutty ladies were all fighting with you with automatic rifles. Even seven people were fighting with you. An eight-year-old kid would dare throw a grenade at you.
Wang Jun and the others only have five people, and they are familiar with the terrain despite the large number of people in the group. If there is still a chance of success in a sneak attack, it will definitely be a loss for them.
Let’s talk about the veteran who was entangled with the Vietnamese ghost. His qualities were very good, but the opponent’s victory was at the cost of his life. For a while, it was difficult for the veteran to get rid of this Vietnamese who wanted to die with her.
The Vietnamese who rushed out of the village were very powerful and suppressed the third platoon leader and Wang Jun. They hid behind cover and did not even dare to show their heads. The opposing Vietnamese did not dare to rush over rashly. It was too dark and they did not know how many sneak attack enemies were coming.
Just when both sides were frightened, the Vietnamese ghost who was struggling with the veteran suddenly let out an angry roar, followed by a loud boom, and the ground trembled. He was struck by the veteran The Vietnamese ghost, who was pressed under him and looking at his demise, resolutely pulled the safety ring of the grenade on his waist.
In an instant, the two people who wanted to fight each other with death were blown to pieces together and their flesh and blood flew everywhere. The tragic sight of their comrade who was alive just now exploded to death on the spot made Wang Jun and another recruit widen their eyes in horror. Their faces were so frightened that they were so frightened that they were so weak that they could not even control the automatic walking. Living.
"What the fuck! You fucking Vietnamese ghosts, I will slaughter you today!" Another veteran next to Wang Jun suddenly jumped out of the cover and rushed towards the opposite side in a snake-like shape. Vietnamese.
At the same time, the third platoon leader in the other direction also gritted his teeth and fucked forward fiercely. The passionate charging actions of the veteran and the third platoon leader instantly infected Wang Jun and another recruit. My bloody man is so scared! The fire of hatred soaring from their chests immediately made Wang Jun and the recruits tighten their grip on the Bayi Bar in their hands again. The two jumped up almost at the same time and rushed towards the enemy on the opposite side.
Just before the two of them had rushed out, a row of bullets roared through the air, and one of the bullets even grazed Wang Jun's earlobe and flew away. passed.
Under high mental stress, I can't feel anything at all if I rub it a little bit. Charging against the hail of bullets fired by the enemy was a stroke of luck. Wang Jun's luck seemed pretty good today, as he managed to dodge all the bullets fired at him.
Some people are lucky and some are unlucky. Wang Jun’s new recruits and comrades were not as lucky as him. The god of death in black robes smiled and stood quietly behind him, with the extra-large sickle already hanging. It stopped on top of the recruits' comrades.
A stray bullet fired at random hit the recruit's comrade in the forehead, and he was unfortunately headshot. Wang Jun witnessed with his own eyes that the Tianling Caps of his fellow recruits were blown away by a single shot, and red blood mixed with gray brains sprayed all over the ground like rain.
This is called a mistake. Human lives on the battlefield are like grass swept away by the autumn wind. They are gone! The dead body with only half its head left, still rushed forward a few steps with the help of inertia, and then fell to the ground with a thud. In the dark night, he lay forever on the cold and hard ground of this foreign country. .
Not far away, Wang Jun was lying on the ground, watching helplessly as his comrade's head instantly turned into a big watermelon smashed to the ground. After three seconds of fear, his eye sockets were filled with tears. It was grievance and Frightened, angry, helpless, why fight? Why am I in this hell on earth? Wang Jun, whose spirit was about to collapse, held a grenade in his hand, bit his chapped lips, and crawled toward the dark vortex that swallowed the lives of his comrades.
It was close, and the Vietnamese were close again. His palms were covered with sweat. The nervous Wang Jun crawled forward little by little. He was almost there. Wang Jun, who was lying on the ground, was breathing heavily and motionless. He was waiting. A chance, a chance to strike a fatal blow.
At this time, the third platoon leader and the only remaining veteran, with their excellent military quality and strange tactical awareness, completely attracted the firepower attention of the Vietnamese. Wang Jun, whose breathing had calmed down a little, suddenly took a breath in his chest. , one, two, three, while silently counting three, Wang Jun suddenly jumped up, exerted force under his feet and rushed out at lightning speed.
When the Vietnamese discovered that there were people here, Wang Jun made an emergency stop, followed by a continuous movement of bending his knees, twisting his waist, and swinging his arms. The grenade in his hand drew a beautiful arc of death. After doing this Everything, he rolled aside with relief, God favored him again, the bullet fired at him flew past the top of his head.
Wang Jun's heart was beating wildly as he lay on his back. The next second, a loud "bang" sounded in his ears. The grenade thrown by Wang Jun just landed in the crowd of Vietnamese ghosts. The explosive force sent several people flying.
In an instant, the Vietnamese ghost who was so arrogant just now stopped firing. The third platoon leader and the veteran took this opportunity to focus their fire on it. The red muzzle flash kept spitting out, and after three minutes, all the gunshots were fired. The smoke cleared.
