Chapter 129 Artillery Position

Chapter 129 Artillery Position

With a "puff...", the military baton cut his throat into his vocal cords without any defense.

Although I have not learned anatomy, I still know that the vocal cords are human vocal organs. If it is cut off, no matter how hard the person exerts force. So I did not pause at all, and turned to another Vietnamese army with one stroke.

Another Vietnamese army had just reacted at this time. They opened their mouths and wanted to shout, but I covered them and pressed them to the ground. Junla immediately pierced into his heart.

The third Vietnamese army I met was carrying an ammunition box. His reaction was fast. He knew that he would not be in a hurry to get a gun and directly swung the ammunition box on his shoulder and smashed it at me... But the weight of the ammunition box made him move very slowly, which gave me enough time to avoid the ammunition box and twisted his left hand and pressed it to the ground...

I was about to get rid of him with one knife, but with a thought, I reached out and covered his mouth. It was important for us to catch a living mouth at this time. Soon, a soldier tacitly put a ball of rags on his mouth, and tied him to his gun.

The soldiers rushed towards other enemies as soon as I took action. With the dull humming and the sound of the blades entering the flesh, the rest of the Vietnamese army collapsed one after another. The Vietnamese army was all artillery soldiers, and their individual soldiers were not of high quality, so we didn't take much time to solve them all.

A gunshot of "da da da..." suddenly came from beside us. Although our plan was very careful, a Vietnamese army pulled the trigger before dying.

This cannot be blamed on the soldiers. I came from the battlefield of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. That is, people will twitch their whole body due to pain or fright before they die, and their fingers will bend naturally. This means that if any of the Vietnamese soldiers kept putting their fingers on the trigger, no matter how fast the soldiers were, they would inevitably make the Vietnamese soldiers pull the trigger...

The gunshot scared the soldiers, and Shunzi stretched out his tongue embarrassedly. Shunzi was responsible for the Vietnamese army pulling the trigger. However, the soldiers at this time didn't bother to blame him. They each dragged the Vietnamese army's body, ammunition box and the only survivor into the houses on both sides. Then they took off the engineer's shovel and shoveled some soil. They covered the blood on the street tightly.

With my order, all the soldiers on the street, except for a few Vietnamese translators and Hu Shaowen, hid in the houses and covered the doors.

Those translators were clever and quickly took out cigarettes and lit them with ease. Then they spoke Vietnamese while holding their guns...

"Discover the enemy situation!" Al Ziri's report came from the intercom: "At the six o'clock direction, five enemies! They should have heard the sound of gunfire."

"Stop your anger!" I ordered, "No shooting is allowed unless you have to!"

At this time, we were hiding five shooting team members on the commanding heights. If I wanted to get rid of those five Vietnamese troops, it would be said that it would be effortless. But I didn't want to do that, because the result of doing that would not be of any benefit except for premature exposure.

"Yes!" Alziri responded.

A burst of rapid footsteps came quickly, and then the five Vietnamese soldiers appeared in our sight. They held up flashlights and shone at the translators for a while, then asked a few more questions, but they seemed to see no flaws, so they quickly walked away.

It is said that when the war was so fierce, it was very common to have a few gunshots, so those Vietnamese soldiers did not take it seriously.

As soon as the Yue army walked away, Shunzi and a few soldiers couldn't wait to pry open the wooden box, and then exclaimed: "Battery Commander..."

I shine a flashlight, and there are two red shells per box. Although I am not a scientist, I can't get it wrong when the shell has a dazzling red color.

"Buried these poisonous gas bombs immediately!" I ordered: "You must not let the Vietnamese army discover it. Bury it deeper to avoid accidental explosions."

"Yes!" the soldiers responded, and without saying a word, they waved the engineer shovels on the spot.

After a while, Li Zhifu and others who were ambushing on another street also rushed back. When they heard that we had successfully intercepted the poisonous gas bombs of the Vietnamese army, they were all very excited.

Li Zhifu came up and said, "Battery Commander, what should we do next?"

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help frowning, yes! What should I do next? We don't have much time left. If the Vietnamese army, the unit carrying poison gas bombs, cannot return to the artillery position on time, it will soon arouse the suspicion of the Vietnamese army. At that time, they just call the bank and ask... they will definitely know the problem.

But what can I do? I have to intercept this batch of poison gas bombs now, and I never thought about what to do next...

At this time, I could only turn my eyes to the only survivor left in this battle, and the soldiers also turned their eyes to him. The Vietnamese military invaded and shivered.

"Hu Shaowen!"

"Come!" Hu Shaowen responded softly and soon appeared in front of me.

I pulled out the blood-stained military sting in front of the Vietnamese army and shook it, saying, "You should have seen me killing me just now! If you dare to shout loudly, I promise to put this thing in your throat before you shout. Do you understand?"

As I said, Hu Shaowen translated my words to him. The Vietnamese army once witnessed me clear and neatly dealt with two Vietnamese soldiers in the blink of an eye and then captured him. So after hearing these words, his eyes were filled with fear and he nodded nervously.

I couldn't help feeling relieved when I saw him like this. No matter how brave the troops were, there would be some people who were afraid of death. Of course, the troops of the Japanese invaders were no exception. It seems that I was lucky this time and caught a more obedient tongue. But this seems not surprising. Artillery soldiers are not as used to blood and death as infantry soldiers. Most of them usually do things like fires and change positions after a few shots. Few fight against the enemy face to face, so their endurance is naturally much less.

In order to increase the deterrence, I deliberately used the military spear to pick the rag in the mouth of the Vietnamese army and asked coldly: "Where is your artillery position?"

"At..." The Vietnamese army hesitated for a while, but as soon as they saw the military stent in my hand, they hurriedly replied: "In Lang San Middle School..."

"In Lang San Middle School?" Several translators couldn't help but say in confusion when they heard this: "But we have been to that place, and there are no artillery soldiers at all..."

"Are you playing tricks on us?" I glared at the prisoners of the Yue army with a cold face.

The prisoners of Vietnam shivered and shook their heads like a drum, saying, "No... Our artillery has already let you shoot almost all of them, and only the last dozen cannons are left to fire poisonous gas bombs, so we hide very well, all of them are hidden in the bunker and pretend to be disguised. We have never fired guns, so you can't find out..."

I felt something was right when I heard it, so I continued to ask: "How did you get into the bank?"

"Use a code..."

"What code?"

The prisoners of the Vietnamese army may also know that the matter is important, so they hesitated for a long time and did not dare to say it. I smiled and said, "You have just exposed the artillery position, but in fact you have betrayed your motherland. Since you have betrayed, there is no difference between so much or less. What do you think? Besides... you should also know the power of our artillery. Since you have exposed the position of the artillery position, do you think your cannons can be preserved and used to fire poisonous gas bombs?"

After hearing my words, the prisoners of the Vietnamese army lowered their heads dejectedly. After a long time, they spit out a few words: "Protect the country, poisonous wolf."

"Protect the country, poisonous wolf?" I couldn't help but smile when I heard this. I got this command well. Use poisonous wolf to protect the country... But this time, I think what country you still protect?

I gave Li Zhifu a wink. Li Zhifu nodded knowingly and pulled out the army to walk towards the prisoner. Even if the prisoner was stupid, he understood what we were going to do at this time and immediately screamed. Of course, Hu Shaowen was too lazy to translate these words, but even if they didn't translate, I knew that the Vietnamese army was blaming us for not speaking trustworthy...

But what he didn't expect was that I never said from beginning to end that if he told the truth, I would spare his life. If he was smart enough, he should have thought that we were a unit that sneaked into the enemy's rear to carry out missions. In this case, we would not be able to keep a living.

The sound stopped abruptly, and only a faint "clutch" sound remained, like extremely painful struggles and shouts, but all the sounds were ruthlessly blocked by a sharp metal below the throat...

I have to admit that at this time, I still felt a little guilty about the Vietnamese army who was very compatible, but as soon as my eyes turned to the batch of poisonous gas bombs buried underground by our army, all the guilt in my heart disappeared.

Do you know what these Vietnamese Japanese want to do? They want to use these poisonous gas bombs to kill thousands of troops that killed our army, but I am still here feeling guilty for killing a Vietnamese prisoner...

"Li Zhifu!"

"arrive!"

I asked, "Does anyone in our army know to calculate coordinates to guide artillery bombing?"

"I will..." At this time, two of the three translators arranged by Staff Li for me stood up: "We are originally from the artillery units, so let's arrange any tasks if the battalion commander has!"

"Um!" I couldn't help but praise him secretly when he heard this. It seemed that the guy, Staff Officer Li, was really not simple, and even thought of this.

At this time, I didn't have time to think too much, so I said to one of them: "Let's find the location of Lang San Middle School immediately, and then guide the artillery firepower to cover the entire Lang San Middle School, the faster the better. This is directly related to whether the Vietnamese army has the question of whether the artillery fires poisonous gas bombs, so your task is very important, do you understand?"

"I understand!" The soldier stood up without hesitation.

Then I added: "I will give you a communications soldier, but the Vietnamese army is likely to monitor radio signals. Once they find that there is a radio line number, it is likely to interfere immediately. You must report the coordinates and gas bombs to the superiors as accurately as possible as possible. Can you do it?"

"Yes!" the soldier raised his chest and replied, "Please rest assured, battalion commander, I promise to complete the mission!"

"Yeah!" I nodded and patted his shoulder speechlessly.

Actually, I didn't tell him something that in this case, contacting his superiors actually exposed his position. If he leaves immediately after exposing his position, there might be a glimmer of hope. But he cannot leave because he also needs to correct the coordinates to guide the shells into the correct position... So it is obvious that after he successfully completed the task, there is basically no chance of survival.

"Battery Commander! I understand..." After the translator and the correspondent saluted me, he walked out of the street without looking back, leaving me alone standing there.

"What are their names?" I asked.

Only then did I realize that I was not a good commander, because I had not remembered their names until then.

"The translator is called Li Zhenxiang!" Wu Zuohui replied: "He is a soldier from the 2nd Company of the 1st Battalion of the Artillery Regiment of the Division."

"The correspondent is Zhao Jian." Li Zhifu said: "I just added to our company before the war, and it was less than ten days before and after..."

"Yeah!" Looking at their left behind, I nodded heavily and silently remembered the names of the two soldiers in my heart.

After a while, I turned around and said to Li Zhifu: "Let the soldiers search out all the documents in the Vietnamese army's corpse just in case. Pay special attention to the officer's ID, and you must not leave it behind!"

"Yes!" Although the soldiers didn't know what I was going to do next, they had been invincible under my command since the first battle when they left the country. After a long time, they had a blind obedience to me. So they didn't ask much, turned around and flipped out all the documents in the Vietnamese army's corpse.

The sound of gunfire still came from the periphery, but the street in front of us was still a distance from the front line, so it was not affected much. It only occasionally hurriedly ran over a team of Vietnamese troops or drove by several military vehicles.

But the Vietnamese soldiers running around the street did not notice it, but dozens of eyes were staring at them in the houses on both sides of the street. It can even be said that as long as we are willing, they can be killed in the center of the street at any time...

But we obviously won't do this because we have more important tasks to complete.

Suddenly, a whistling sound of shells sounded in the sky, and then bursts of explosions and vibrations came from the northeast, and even the dust on the roof was shattered one by one.

Then I heard Al Ziri report on the walkie-talkie: "It's a good deal! It's the direction of Lang San Primary School, I'm playing well! I've been blown into a fiery red piece..."

"Return to the team now!" I interrupted Alziri's lyrics impatiently.

After a while, all the members of the shooting team returned to the army as I ordered. I looked at the watch and waited for more than ten minutes. Then with the order, the soldiers came out of the house and deliberately lined up in a scattered formation and ran towards the bank.

The small street where we are located is not far from the bank. In a short while, we arrived at the checkpoint outside the bank. The Vietnamese army guarding the checkpoint shouted at us: "Protect the country..."

"Poison Wolf!" Wu Zuohui answered loudly in Vietnamese, and then ran towards the level in panic, shouting loudly: "Hurry! Go and report... The artillery position was attacked by the Chinese team's artillery. We only had a dozen cannons and escaped. The superiors ordered us to transport the ammunition immediately. The faster the better, the slower it will be. There is no hurry to come..."

When the Yue army guarding the checkpoint heard that something big happened, he quickly turned his head and ran back to the bank to report.

Actually, I told Wu Zuohui what he said in advance. I am not worried that the Vietnamese army would not be fooled, because it was a fact that the Vietnamese artillery position was attacked by our army. At this time, the ghost knew whether more than a dozen cannons had escaped. Called the artillery command center and asked? I was afraid that the artillery command center would have been bombed into the sky long ago. And now the time is tight, so the Vietnamese army cannot investigate clearly.

Isn't it? If more than a dozen cannons escaped and were anxious to use poisonous gas bombs to save their lives, if anyone who did not fire the shells would miss the fighter plane, they would not even be able to save their own lives.

It is precisely for this reason that the Vietnamese army guarding the level lifted the wooden fork and barbed wire and put us in without asking questions.

After passing the level very smoothly, I led the soldiers to run in quietly and came to the bank gate. At this time, a Vietnamese officer with a helmet and hat hurried out from inside. He shouted something at Wu Zuohui, who was in charge. Wu Zuohui reached out and took out the ID in his arms and handed it on.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but say something was so dangerous. Fortunately, I asked the soldiers to find the documents in the corpses in advance, so that the Vietnamese army could believe that we were from that artillery unit, otherwise we would have failed now.

The Vietnamese military officers may have been confused by this sudden situation, so they did not carefully check whether the avatar in the ID and Wu Zuohui were the same person. But this is really not an easy task. First of all, the photos in the ID could be taken a few years ago. Secondly, the ID will inevitably have damage and stains in the battle. Once again, the people who fought on the battlefield were covered in blood and dark cannon fodder. Who can match the photos with people in this dark night?

The officer took the ID and found no flaws, so he returned the ID to Wu Zuohui, then waved his hand and shouted and signaled us to go in quickly.

Finally got in! When I stepped into the bank gate, I could hardly control my inner ecstasy. The soldiers were almost the same, and I even saw the muscles on Li Zhifu's face constantly ***...
Chapter completed!