Chapter 66 American goods

"There are situations, there are situations!" The troops left less than half an hour. Hu Zi, who was in front of the reconnaissance mission, ran back and whispered: "Company Commander! There are six or seventy enemies ahead, and I can't tell which unit belongs to them. They all fell asleep in their sleeping bags, not even standing guard!"

"No one is on guard?" After hearing Hu Zi's words, I couldn't help but secretly claim to be surprised. The war has been fought so far, and there are very few troops who have to find several sleepers and not arrange for people to stand guard. Needless to say, the British army is of good quality, they will never make such low-level mistakes no matter how they do. Even if the US military has poorer quality, they have always attached great importance to their lives, and they will never joke about their lives like this!

Which unit would it be? Are the puppet troops? It seems unlikely that they will run away quickly, so they may have already run to the rear. And they are also timid, and they will not even have to keep a watch...

"We are afraid of meeting the enemy and picking up a small path, so we didn't expect to encounter it!" Zhao Yongxin joked on the side: "It's just that the enemy hid in this wilderness to avoid us, and we accidentally bumped into it?"

"Yes!" After Zhao Yongxin said this, I thought that maybe Zhao Yongxin would really make it right. Besides, they didn't even stand guard when they were sleeping, so they wouldn't be "warriors"!

"Company Commander, what should I do?" Although Hu Zi asked this, he had known what he wanted to do from his tiring moves.

"What else can I do? Just fight!" I responded angrily.

The enemy troops were in front, and now there was no other way except to fight. Our destination, that is, the British battalion's base is not far from here. If the British army fights, they should not send people to reinforce. There are only a few dozen people in my company that can fight. We can't stand it if the British army comes up casually. Moreover, it's still far from the agreed time. Once the fight starts, it may break the plan of Captain Chu.

Thinking of this, I gathered the cadres in the company and told me: "Comrades, we won't shoot when we can stop shooting. There is still some time before the agreed time for the large army. If we don't do it well, the combat plan of the entire army will be broken. Let's go! Let's take the bayonet and sneak up when the enemy is asleep. If you can catch the prisoners, catch the prisoners. If you are not honest, you can stab them with a bayonet!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded.

"But..." The old squad leader raised a concern: "Company Commander, what if the new recruits are nervous? What should I do if I get stage fright?"

I understand what the old squad leader meant. Some people think that stabbing with a bayonet is easier than shooting with a gun, but it is not. When you hit the gun, you just shoot it from a distance and watch the enemy fall down. If you don’t have a good look, you will fall down as an enemy. But stabbing with a bayonet is different. The white knife goes into the red knife, and blood spurts on your body. The enemy’s bloody smell and screams are right in front of you. Even the painful expression on your face can be seen clearly. The recruits encountered this scene as soon as they came up, for fear that they would not be able to stand the trouble.

"I don't care about that much!" I said helplessly: "We have more than 20 people who can fight, and it should be time for those recruits to see this scene. I will give you ten minutes to you. You platoon leaders will do ideological work for the recruits to ensure that they are not nervous and do not shoot randomly!"

"Yes!" The soldiers responded and arranged their own arrangements.

Ten minutes later, the soldiers secretly walked up under my leadership. After walking along the path with the moonlight for a while, they saw sleeping bags lying in the snow in front of them. M1 rifles were randomly packed next to them, empty cans, plastic bags, etc. garbage were thrown everywhere... Who said foreigners would not litter?

Perhaps because the weather was too cold, all the enemies bury their heads in their sleeping bags to sleep. If you sleep like this on the battlefield, you still don’t know how you die!

It took me five minutes to confirm that the enemy was not secretly whistle again with my sight, and then waved my hand and led the soldiers to surround them. I was not in a hurry, just waiting for the soldiers to stand and prepare for battle before shouting "Do it!"

The soldiers were almost two against one, one holding a bayonet gun, and the other holding a military spear in his hand and lifted his sleeping bag...

Suddenly, all the soldiers were stunned, and then someone shouted, "There is a ghost!" and ran away completely, even the twenty or so veterans who had experienced many battles. In the blink of an eye, I was left alone standing among the enemy inexplicably. When I looked carefully, my dark heads poked out from my sleeping bag, and I was also looking at me inexplicably.

"Aren't you just black people? As for fear of being like this?" I cursed inwardly, and then quickly realized: "The feelings are that Volunteer Army soldiers, including those veterans who have experienced many battles, have never seen black people, so they treat these black people as ghosts..."

"What happened? (What happened?)" The black men seemed to have not woken up yet. Seeing me standing in the middle with a gun alone like a fool, they couldn't help but ask strangely. The few who were moving fast had already picked up their rifles and pointed them at me, and even a few pulled out their stents and surrounded me.

It’s really better for humans to do so! I couldn’t help but sigh. This battle was easy to fight, and it was so easy that it could not be easier. But who knew that those volunteer soldiers who were not frowning after being stabbed and shot were not afraid of him but were afraid of ghosts!

It’s all caused by feudal superstition! It seems that the saying “arming the mind with scientific theories” is really a famous saying. Next time, Instructor Zhao must be asked to educate those bastards well, but it seems that Instructor Zhao also ran away...

The black men walked towards me slowly, getting closer and closer, playing with the military stings in their hands, emitting a little cold light under the moonlight, and their eyes kept wandering around my equipment! At this time, I suddenly remembered the m1c rifle I held in my hand, the deer-skin military boots I wore, the m1911 pistol on my waist, the melon-shaped grenade hanging on my chest, and the cigarettes in my pocket. They were all American goods, all picked from the dead American soldiers!
Chapter completed!