War Military: From 1978

Chapter 199: Following, night attack!
During the day, it’s your flower-growing world, but at night, it’s our home turf!
After fighting for so long, a new popular saying has become popular among the Vietnamese devils.

Just like they clamored before the war, every one of our soldiers is an elite who has fought in battles, and beating you flower-growing soldiers who have never seen blood is like beating children!
Of course, this statement is actually correct in its original form.

Our army lacks night combat equipment and is at a great disadvantage in night combat.

But now the reconnaissance platoon of Regiment C has upgraded its weapons.

The entire platoon has a total of seven night vision binoculars and an SVD rifle with night vision function.

This enables the reconnaissance platoon to have the ability to fight at night and conduct long-range reconnaissance.

At this moment, Chu An was staring at a group of people in the jungle ahead through a telescope.

This is from the mine.

There were more than 60 people in the group, and about 40 of them were men not wearing military uniforms.

They didn't hold guns, they all walked in the middle of the team, bent over and carrying a bamboo basket on their backs.

Over a hundred meters away, even with the low-light telescope, it was impossible to see clearly what was in the bamboo baskets on their backs.

But judging from how hard they were struggling, Chu An estimated that each of them was carrying at least fifty or sixty kilograms.

"These Vietnamese devils are probably carrying supplies, right?"

"Nonsense, it's impossible for me to carry a bamboo basket of iron ore!"

"It looks like there are plenty of supplies here!"

Beside Chu An, the other three squad leaders also took turns watching with night vision binoculars.

This is to save electricity, as three squad leaders only share one.

Chu An put down the telescope and whispered, "Let's go, keep following!"

Now there are more than twenty scouts hiding behind them.

The reconnaissance platoon, with the addition of fifty recovered reconnaissance veterans, suddenly became a super-reinforced platoon of six squads from a team that could not even make up a squad.

Up to now, Team One and Team Two continued to scout around the mine according to Chu An's orders, while Chu An originally planned to wait there with the rest of the people.

But the sentry suddenly said something was wrong.

Then there was this scene.

After leaving another squad to keep watch on the spot, Chu An led the remaining three squads and followed the team coming out of the mine.

The situation here is unclear. Someone originally suggested catching the tongue, but Chu An refused for fear of alerting the enemy.

But now someone actually came out here.

Then don't blame him.

He wants the tongue, and he also wants to see what these people are carrying!
Of course, Chu An is not in a hurry to take action now.

Chu An planned to wait until they were only two or three miles away from kilometer number 34 before taking action.

If they took action at that location, even if there was continuous artillery fire and even if the mine knew about it afterwards, they would not suspect that someone was targeting them. They would only think that the mopping-up troops ran fast and someone had arrived ahead and bumped into them.

Following quietly all the way, Chu An discovered through the compass that the team was heading northwest.

According to the map, they should be heading towards Hill 809.

Our army has not yet captured this place. Before, both the 1st, 2nd and C Regiments had to go around it.

And now, it seems that this group of Vietnamese devils are transporting supplies there.

"Someone's out!"

Suddenly, the squad leader of the fifth squad, who was staring at them with a night vision telescope in front, turned around quickly and spoke to Chu An.

Chu An also immediately raised the telescope.

He discovered that it was a group of Vietnamese devils who suddenly emerged from the jungle.

There were not many of them, only one or two wearing military uniforms, and the rest were all militiamen without uniforms.

"Go around!" Chu An ordered quietly.

This should be the result of a guerrilla attack against the Vietnamese devils, who were attracted by the noise of their march.

This is a good thing, as it reduces the chances of Chu An and his men being discovered by the Vietnamese guerrillas who are hiding somewhere unknown.

Soon, after going around them, they encountered the situation from behind where the Vietnamese devils in front of them had led out the Vietnamese devil guerrillas.

But without exception, Chu An always went around it.

It was not until 4:30 in the morning that Chu An took advantage of the time when the team was about to pass under a small hill, and he led two squads of people to quickly run around the hill.

Finally, when this group of Vietnamese devils were walking down the mountain without noticing, Chu An raised the SVD in his hand.

In front of the Japanese army, there was a guy carrying a pistol, not a rifle, but a flashlight.

This is obviously an officer.

Chu An couldn't see his rank clearly from a distance, but it didn't matter.

"Snapped!"

There was a gunshot.

The Vietnamese officer tilted his head and fell to the side.

"what!"

"Zhainan!" (Run!)
"Zuo Moyi!" (There's an ambush!)
The sudden gunfire startled the Vietnamese devils below, but before they could make any extra moves, bullets from the hillside fell like raindrops.

Except for Chu An, all the other members of the reconnaissance platoon were equipped with AKs, and the bullets they used were obtained from the Soviet revisionists.

There is no jamming and the quality is superb. Now everyone is firing at full power and firing the entire magazine in one go.

The Vietnamese devils at the foot of the hill fell down in large numbers at both ends, like rice being harvested, but most of the militiamen in the middle who were carrying supplies and not wearing military uniforms were still able to scream in panic.

This was Chu An's specific order. The gun was not allowed to be shot at the militiamen who did not take the initiative to pick up weapons.

Chu An had long discovered that these militiamen did not have their guns on them, but on the Vietnamese devils in military uniforms in the team. Each of them carried three guns, which was intended to help these militiamen reduce the weight.

And now, this has become the reason for these militiamen to survive.

If you don't have a gun, then keep it all.

Of course, this is mainly because Chu An needs a living person.

"Tropical Company!" (Hands up!)
"Bowu can be a frost!" (Put down your weapons!)
Suddenly, gunshots were heard in the jungle across the hillside. The light of the flashlight pierced the darkness, and along with the gunshots, there were shouts in broken Vietnamese.

This is a reconnaissance squad that Chu An arranged to encircle the enemy from below!

"kill!"

At the same time, a squad leader on the hillside growled.

Then everyone stood up and rushed down the mountain.

Chu An didn't rush to follow.

He slowly stood up and aimed his gun down again.

At a distance of forty or fifty meters, the Vietnamese militia in the dark were still restless.

Look, smoke came out of Chu An's gun muzzle, and a bullet directly killed a militiaman who secretly put down his bamboo backpack and was about to reach out to pick up a gun from a nearby dead Vietnamese soldier.

"Tropical Company!"

The scouts who rushed down kept yelling.

After Chu An fired another shot, he lowered the gun and reached out to turn off the power switch on the scope.

"Deng Yimu!" (Don't move!)

"We are the broadband captives!"
Next, the scouts moved quickly, surrounding the remaining militiamen who did not have guns, checking and re-shooting the Vietnamese soldiers who had been killed or were still breathing.

When Chu An came down, the only twelve or thirteen remaining Vietnamese militiamen had their hands on their heads and were squatting in a row.

There are only so many left. Some of them wanted to pick up guns immediately after the fight started, and were then shot to death.

There are also some who were not honest even after being warned, and were finally killed as an example to warn the monkeys.

Chu An looked at the officer he had just killed.

Lieutenant!

Chu An rummaged through his body, found his officer's ID and put it in his pocket, then went to the back to look at the bamboo basket thrown on the ground.

It was filled with rice, compressed biscuits, bullets, mines and other supplies.

"Team four, tie them up and take them away. Teams five and six, clean up the battlefield. Those who can't be taken away, put them together!" Chu An ordered.

Tonight is a great harvest, but they have limited manpower, and Chu An’s focus now is on these captives.

So as for supplies, take away what you can, and if you can’t, destroy them all on the spot.

Although this is a bit of a pity.

But unfortunately there is nothing we can do.

Gunshots were heard here. Regiment C hasn't reached here yet. Stay here. The only ones coming over here will be the hungry-eyed Vietnamese devils.

Even if there was a hillside behind them where they could build a temporary defensive position.

But if we stay here and fight the enemy, there will inevitably be casualties.

This is something Chu An doesn't want to accept.

In Chu An's heart, any person in his platoon is more important than these supplies.

(End of this chapter)