Chapter 206 Purgatory on Earth

Chapter 206 Purgatory on Earth

"Directional Thunder!"

Looking at the Vietnamese army getting closer and closer, I fired bullets at them while giving the order to place directional lightning on the radio. Because I had prepared myself before, the soldiers would not know what my order meant at this time, so they had a tacit understanding of each other and placed a directional lightning on the trenches every fifty meters, and made the fastest speed to disguise and put on detonators and wires.

"The fourth company is ready!"

"The Sixth Company is ready!"

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The soldiers were all undergoing mine-bracing training when conducting special training, so it was easy to complete this series of movements. It took only two minutes to prepare and report to me via radio. This made me realize the benefits of having a micro radio again. It is actually able to cooperate with us to complete better and faster coordination, which is particularly important for a force, especially a special force.

"Everyone is there!" Seeing the soldiers who were bridging the mines holding the wires and grabbing the detonator, I hugged into the tunnel, and I shouted to the radio: "Please listen to my command, prepare for grenades... to throw!"

With my order, the soldiers dropped the prepared grenades one after another. Then there was a burst of "boom..." sound, and a row of grenades exploded neatly around our position.

This is to cover the entrance of the warriors and me into the tunnel. The entrance of the tunnel is relatively narrow, allowing only one soldier to pass at a time. Although there are more than a dozen entrances, it is unrealistic for so many of us to drill tunnels one after another under the enemy's nose. If the Vietnamese army attacked in one breath while we were crowded, it would undoubtedly cause us to suffer great casualties and unnecessary losses. However, it would be different to use grenades to blow up a barrage in front of the position. Under the power of the grenades, the Vietnamese army would at least fall to the ground for a while, and then they would not dare to act rashly because the smoke caused by the grenades could not detect the reality of our army... We could calmly enter the tunnel during the time when the enemy was hesitating.

It should be said that the Vietnamese army was still very strong in building these tunnels. I think this half is also learned from our experience when we resisted U.S. aggression and aid Korea, because they would also turn a corner not far from the entrance of the tunnel to avoid being hit by the enemy's firepower, which gave me a sense of resemblance. The other half is the experience they accumulated due to their long-term war with the Americans. Who are the Americans? Although they are not strong in combat, they are not as brave and crazy as the Chinese and Vietnamese soldiers, they have the most advanced and lethal equipment in the world. So in order to resist the Americans' cannons, the Vietnamese Japanese must of course spend more time on the solidity of the tunnel, otherwise wouldn't it take their own life?

Xie Xianjin said that the Vietnamese Japanese built the tunnel in this way. A large section inside the tunnel was no different from our period of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea, but the relatively fragile tunnel entrance was specially reinforced.

I have a deep understanding of this for those who have fought tunnel wars on the Korean battlefield. Because the tunnel entrance is on the edge of the high ground and the soil layer is relatively thin, it is often collapsed by enemy artillery fire or explosives. It would be fine if the tunnels were connected to each other, but if the tunnels were not opened... the tunnel entrance was blown by the enemy to collapse was undoubtedly fatal to the soldiers hidden in the tunnel. At that time, our volunteer army suffered a lot on the Korean battlefield.

When fighting against the United States, the Vietnamese army also learned from our experience in resisting the U.S. aid, they used tunnels on the battlefield in large quantities, so of course they were also troubled by this problem. This is how they solved it, that is, to build a tunnel to dig out the soil layer above the tunnel, then use logs to frame the entrance, then build a layer of steel plates, one layer horizontally, one layer vertically, and one layer horizontally, and three rows of logs with a thickness of bowls, and lay corrugated steel plates on it (corrugated steel plates are steel plates with up and down concave convex wave shapes, and its function is like a stone arch bridge that can use the concave and convex surfaces to disperse the pressure), and finally lay a thick layer of soil.

Therefore, the standard tunnel built by the Vietnamese army is the most solid at the entrance. Xie Xianjin also said that the artillery built by the Vietnamese Japanese are powerless and powerless. Even if they hit it directly, there is no problem. Only 152 mm howitzer can be directly hit to destroy it. It takes a lot of time for our engineers to use explosives to blow up this tunnel. Some Vietnamese army even renovated the tunnel entrance with bunker fortifications. Several sandbags were on the front rack of the tunnel entrance and a few machine guns were on the bunkers, which could prevent bullets and cannons. If they could shrink in, they would be a tunnel for hiding soldiers...

There are several such fortifications on our position, but at this time, we had to withdraw the tunnel as quickly as possible, so we naturally could not use sandbags to block our entrance. The soldiers guarding the tunnel entrance had already pushed the sandbags away. We buried our heads in and drilled into the tunnel one by one, one after another.

However, although this tunnel is solid, the sanitary environment is still not much different from our anti-aircraft holes. There are mud and dirty water everywhere. The various odors and bloody smells mixed in the air make people feel sick. Even the air in the tunnel is not circulating, it makes people feel unable to breathe as soon as they go in. Even the person who often drills into the tunnel can't stand it. Later, I heard Xie Xianjin say that the Vietnamese Japanese often dragged soldiers who died in war to the tunnel and buried them on the spot, and almost didn't vomit it out...

At this time, I couldn't help but curse. The Japanese invaders were really fucking. They could work hard to save their lives to get through the tunnel entrances, but they were reluctant to dig a few more vents or a few more tunnels inside for special purposes. But then again, this is really practical on the battlefield. Everything is not important to save lives.

We didn't get into the depths of the tunnel. We stopped at the corner of the tunnel. I turned around with a rifle in the tunnel with a difficult time, squeezed past the two soldiers behind us and then came to the corner and poked my head out.

The tunnel was pitch black, and there was only a circular light in the direction of the tunnel entrance. This light hung in front of me like a moon, and I could only observe everything outside through this "moon".

"Report the situation from each unit!" I called to the radio.

"Everything is OK!"

"Everything is OK!"

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"Blaster is ready!" Immediately afterwards I gave another order: "Listen to my order to detonate the directional thunder!"

"yes!"

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"Boom..." At this time, a burst of smoke and dust broke out outside the tunnel. It was thought that the Yue Japanese dignitaries threw several rounds of grenades at us when they approached our positions. This was almost a habit of fighting positions. Swinging a round of grenades before attacking the enemy's positions can not only cause casualties to the defenders to a large extent, but the smoke and dust they brought out can also protect the charge of their own soldiers. Therefore, the Yue Japanese dignitaries are of course no exception, but they failed to cause casualties to us this time.

Then there was a shout of killing. In an instant, there were figures of the Japanese devils swaying by and running feet everywhere outside the tunnel. Occasionally, a few Vietnamese soldiers would raise their ak47 and shoot a shuttle into the tunnel... Of course, these bullets could not pose any threat to us, and I didn't even retract my head.

It’s not that I am not afraid of death. In fact, no one on this battlefield is not afraid of death. But many times we know that if we don’t die, more comrades will die or cause greater losses to the troops, so we have to die. Just like we voluntarily stay on this 142 high ground for missions...

But I was not worried about shooting into our tunnel, one because there were only a few parts of my head that I poked out, and the other was because as a sniper, I knew very well that as long as the gun was at a certain level of the gun in this tunnel, the bullets would only hit the tunnel and be blocked by the tunnel wall and flew in front of me.

As expected, those bullets could hit me, not to mention hitting me, but not many of them could hit the corner.

The Vietnamese Japanese team rushed up with the other team, but I still didn't order to detonate because I knew... At this time, the Vietnamese army was searching for "remnants" on our positions, and the troops were not very dense. If I wanted to achieve the greatest results, I had to wait and wait patiently...

Time passed minute by minute until the gunfire outside the tunnel gradually became sparse, followed by the cheers of troops from all directions of the Vietnamese army when they met, so I knew that it was time to start.

Some people may say, are those Yuejis stupid? The special reconnaissance brigade of our company is on the high ground, and there are only 70 or 80 people who have lost their lives. So many people have disappeared collectively. Even Yuejis will not be careful to look for it?

I have considered this issue, but at the beginning, the battlefield is full of smoke from shells and grenades, and the light rain keeps falling, which makes the visibility very low. It is difficult for the Japanese to carefully distinguish the corpses that fall on the positions and which are their own people and which are the enemy. The more important reason... The Vietnamese army attacked our army in all directions, which undoubtedly a problem arises, that is, the Vietnamese army on this side thought that the number of other three sides killed the enemy. Similarly, the Vietnamese army on the other three sides would also think so, so for a moment they did not find our army hiding in the tunnel and laying a trap waiting for them...

I couldn't care so much at this time. Anyway, all I knew was that the Vietnamese army had been fooled, so I dared not be negligent. When the Vietnamese army cheered, they shouted fiercely to the radio: "Detonate!"

"Boom boom boom..." The explosion quickly covered the cheers of the Vietnamese army. Nothing could be seen outside the tunnel entrance, and nothing was left except for layers of smoke and bright red blood arrows. Later I realized that those were not blood arrows, but small steel beads that penetrated the Vietnamese army's body.

Each directional thunder has as many as 800 steel balls. The soldiers just buried at least fifty directional thunders around the position and on the top of the mountain, which means there are more than 40,000 deadly steel balls... It can be imagined that those steel balls will cover the entire high ground like locusts, and because we are burying the lightning on the top of the high ground, this condescending terrain will greatly increase the coverage area and killing area of ​​the steel balls...

But at this time it was not the time for me to calculate these things. As soon as the explosion sounded, I shouted to the intercom: "Comrades! It's time to kill the enemy and serve the country. Go and rush! Kill them all!"

"Run!"

"Kill them all!"

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The soldiers shouted and followed me out of the tunnel. If this was normal, my tactic was like seeking death. The Vietnamese Japanese only needed to stand on both sides of the tunnel entrance with two people holding ak47 to easily block our way out. However, it was not normal now. At this time, the Vietnamese army caught us off guard and had already blown up the small steel balls of directional thunder!

When we drilled out of the tunnel, we saw that there were already dark areas of Vietnamese troops lying down on our position. Most of them were only injured and not killed. Speaking of which, although there are many steel balls in the directional thunder, the diameter is very small. Each one is only 1.2 mm. 1.2 mm is a little longer than one millimeter. The ball-point pen tip we used is 0.3 mm in diameter. Our steel balls are as big as four... So their lethality is not as large as shrapnel, but because of their large number, the coverage and lethality density are very high. So all the Vietnamese troops on the position were more or less injured by the steel balls, and they all lay on the ground and hummed...

And I believe that some of the Vietnamese soldiers who were lying on the ground would rather die than die, because some of the Vietnamese soldiers had blood holes everywhere on their faces, and their eyes were blown out and hung outside; some of them were covered in blood and kept rolling on the ground, but no one could find where their wounds were; more, they could not even make a sound of talking, only blood sprayed from their throats... When the directional thunder exploded, they were cheering, and the flying balls were just drilling into their mouths...

What makes you fall more miserable when you climb higher. The more you get this time, the more you cheer, the more miserable when you die!

However, at this time we had no time to pay attention to their miserable situation. We shouted "kill" and installed bayonets on our rifles as fast as possible (it was inconvenient to install bayonets in the dark tunnel, and it was easy to cause accidental injuries). Then we rushed towards the wounded Vietnamese soldiers who fell to the ground without hesitation...

This is not a battle, this is a massacre. All we have to do is to stab the bayonets at the struggled Vietnamese army again and again. Occasionally, a few Vietnamese army stood up staggeringly to resist, but they would be knocked down by the soldiers. No one would pity them, and no one would be lenient because they killed too many people, because we all know in our hearts that if we were lying on the ground, the Vietnamese army stood with guns and bayonets, then they would also stab the cold bayonets into our chests.

This is the battlefield, either you die or I live! It is not that we want to kill people, but that we have to kill, because if we don’t kill them, then we are ourselves!

"Battery Commander! The Vietnamese are coming up..." I don't know who shouted on the radio, so I quickly realized that the Vietnamese troops preparing to attack at the foot of the mountain must have seen this scene. They would not watch us slaughter his comrades like killing chickens and sheep. But then again, no one would see this scene without being indifferent, so the best way is to kill them and snatch their comrades back...

"Be prepared for combat!" I ordered to the soldiers: "Stay stayed to clean the battlefield and transport the ammunition of the Vietnamese Japanese to all directions in time!"

"Yes!" The soldiers responded and rushed towards their own defensive directions. However, the third row of the warriors who were named by me were stunned because they knew what "cleaning the battlefield" meant at this time, and that was to kill all the wounded soldiers on the ground.

I believe that for this mission, the warriors in the third row would rather participate in the battle, and would rather kill those enemies who have the ability to resist on the battlefield. Some people might say that they are killing people anyway, and they are still killing enemies. What's the difference? But there is a difference, and there is a big difference. At least... killing enemies who have the ability to resist, we won't feel that we are bullying the weak, we won't feel unbearable, and we won't feel a sense of fear in our hearts...

This fear is not the fear of killing, but the helplessness, despair, pain, and desire and begging for life on the faces of the wounded Vietnamese soldiers on the ground... In other words, the entire mountain top position at this time was like a purgatory, a veritable purgatory on earth, and this purgatory on earth was caused by us!

But I had to continue doing it because I was very clear that no one could guarantee that these wounded soldiers of the Vietnamese army had lost their ability to resist. When we were fighting with the Vietnamese army, as long as these wounded soldiers of the Vietnamese army had one or two of them had some strength, as long as they threw a few grenades at us or shot a shuttle behind us, then the next thing was the tragedy of our entire army!

Of course, the soldiers in the third platoon were also very clear about this, so they picked up the bayonet and gritted their teeth and walked towards the group of wounded soldiers of the Vietnamese army without hesitation...

"Boom!" With a loud bang, I heard a grenade explosion from the group of wounded soldiers of the Vietnamese army. When I looked back, I found that a soldier from the third platoon was blown away by the grenade. You can imagine what happened there. The wounded soldiers of the Vietnamese army tried their last breath to ignite the grenade, and it was very likely that in order not to let our army find out that they were still under their bodies...
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