War Military: From 1978

Chapter 203: Fishing in troubled waters! Fight with your brain!

"Zhetie! Damn it! Pass my order, all troops must completely wipe out these rats from the Flower Growers' House, not a single one shall be spared!"

At the entrance and exit of the mine, when the Vietnamese devil commander rushed over after hearing the gunshots, he learned that the entire mine had been filled with countless mines buried by the Flower-Growing Family's scouts. Then, when he heard the report from behind that the bridge leading to and from the highway had been blown up, he almost vomited blood on the spot.

His superiors had given him a death order, asking him to stay here at all costs. Even if something happened at Sanpin Mountain ahead, they only mobilized a battalion of troops to his side.

But now, his persistence has become a joke.

Most of the elite regiment, plus three or four hundred militia guerrillas, were sneaked into the mine by the flower-growing family without anyone noticing, planted mines, and even blew up the only highway bridge in and out of the mine.

He didn't even dare to imagine how much foul spit his superiors would spit at him after they found out about the situation here.

His face was ashen as he looked towards the jungle to the northeast and northwest of the mine.

There were bursts of intense gunfire in more than one place in the jungle in both directions.

"Oh Jae!" (Over there!)

In the jungle, a team of twelve people ran horizontally towards the place where the shooting was taking place not far away.

And in front, a group of people were coming.

The other side was completely unprepared. When they heard the sound, they immediately ran towards the direction of the gunshot.

But after both sides ran in a little bit.

Suddenly, the twelve people in the group pointed their guns directly at them.

"Papa~"

Gunfire rang out.

Most of the twenty or so Vietnamese devils who were caught off guard were killed on the spot, and some of them were lucky enough to have their bullets blocked by other people around them.

But before they could turn their guns, the twelve people on the opposite side rushed over like wolves and tigers and started shooting at them.

"Quick! Retreat!"

Chu An took two magazines and two grenades from a corpse and gave the order.

That’s right, this group of people are the remaining people from Group 1 and Group 2 led by Chu An.

All of them actually put on two sets of clothes before taking action.

The uniform on the outside was that of the Flower Planting Clan, while the uniform on the inside was that of the Vietnamese devils.

Previously, inside the mine, they wore their military uniforms.

This was because they were worried that people would get hurt in the chaotic darkness, and they also wanted to confuse the Vietnamese devils.

But after everyone rushed out of the mine, according to the plan, everyone could change their clothes together as long as they were out of the sight of the Japanese.

He took off his military uniform belonging to the Flower-Growing Party and put on the clothes of the Yue devils to fish in troubled waters.

Dozens of people want to retreat under the siege of two or three thousand Vietnamese devils. Isn't it courting death if they don't think of a solution and just act recklessly?

Including using mines to destroy mines, all of this is the result of using the brain.

And now, wearing the uniform of the Vietnamese devils, coupled with Chu An's fluent Vietnamese language and his deliberately imitating Vietnamese devil accent, he has led the first and second squads to kill three groups of Vietnamese devils.

And this is not only happening here in Chuan.

The same is true for other classes.

Anyway, it doesn't need to be too much, just shout out a few common phrases in the accent that you have trained in advance.

These few Vietnamese sentences became the nightmare of the Vietnamese devils here tonight.

Holding an AK, Chu An led a group of scouts to continue breaking out.

At this moment, Chu An had already changed his gun.

For this kind of jungle assault, a semi-automatic rifle like the SVD is obviously not suitable for combat.

What's more, this gun only has a ten-round magazine.

So after leaving the mine, Chu An threw away the SVD and exchanged it for an AK in the hands of the Vietnamese devils.

But he only lost his gun, and the night vision scope on the SVD was put into his shoulder bag.

This is the most precious thing on this gun.

As for the SVD rifle, the troops seized more than one without sights or with damaged sights.

You can change it when you get back.

"Shuush~"

The fast running footsteps made the grass rustle.

Chu An ran in the front.

Having the ability to predict the future is equivalent to having a death immunity.

The key is that his reaction speed is far beyond that of ordinary people, so he attacked fiercely, leading the remaining eleven people of Class 1 and Class 2 to pierce out of the encirclement of the Vietnamese devils like a sharp blade.

If he saw people, if there were many of them, he would take them to hide or run away directly, but if there were not many of them, he would immediately take his people and pretend to run towards other gunshots while shouting in Vietnamese as before.

Chaos reigned. Under the cover of darkness, the sound of gunfire drifted further and further away from the mine.

In fact, because a Vietnamese devil finally survived under the flower-growing family's strategy, the news spread a little, which directly caused the Vietnamese devils in the jungle to feel that they were surrounded by enemies.

The flower-growing people wear their own clothes and speak their own language.

In this pitch-black environment, how can we distinguish between friend and foe?
You know, they now have more than just soldiers from a regiment, there are also stragglers from the militia and local armed forces.

We are not from the same unit, so even if we want to unify the command temporarily and issue orders to distinguish the enemy, I can't do it.

What's more, who dares to say that the flower growers didn't seize their walkie-talkies.

If the password is known to the flower growers, it will be useless even if the password is issued.

For a time, the Vietnamese devils' search troops, except for the company-level troops who were still looking for people aggressively, the remaining platoon-level and even the guerrillas who were helping to defend were a little suspicious.

Even the slightest movement on their part would stop immediately.

In this situation, it was undoubtedly easier for Chu An and others to escape.

The most frightening thing about the encirclement is that there are people everywhere.

Now the small Vietnamese enemy troops are suspicious, and the large troops are making too much noise, so just avoid them if you see them from a distance.

So, it only took Chu An and his men more than half an hour to break out of the encirclement of the Vietnamese devils.

"Quick! Smoke!"

Under a tree in the jungle, Chu An fixed an AK to the tree trunk with a rope.

Then Chu An picked up a stone and quickly tied it up with the rope in his hand.

He was making an automatic firing mechanism.

A stone hung from one end of the rope, and the other was tied to the trigger.

The rope was wrapped around the butt of the gun, but another rope was connected to the butt and tied up to the tree.

A lit cigarette is sandwiched between the rope and the tree. When the cigarette burns the rope, the rope breaks, the stone falls and the trigger can be pulled.

When the gunshots are heard, they will attract the Vietnamese devils.

This method was also part of the plan that had been prepared long ago. During the breakout, we would do this whenever we had the chance.

Attract the enemy's attention and confuse them to facilitate retreat.

"go!"

After Chu An set the trap, he took his men and left.

Nor did he say he would help others.

Because up to now, he still didn't know the exact location of the others.

And everyone changed into the Vietnamese devil's military uniforms.

It's pitch dark in the jungle. If you really meet someone, don't let it turn out to be a misunderstanding where one of us fights against the other.

Time passed slowly. As Chu An and the others ran, they could hear explosions from time to time behind them.

This was because the booby traps they had set along the way were detonated.

The Vietnamese devils are still quite capable, they can keep chasing us.

It’s just that Chu An and the others ran faster, and they would set up booby traps from time to time.

In the end, these Vietnamese devils who were chasing after them gradually disappeared.

"Stop, take a break. Communicator, contact the other squads. Comrade Zhou Jie, how are you doing?"

Chu An raised his hand and stopped the team.

While running out, Team One and Team Two also suffered casualties.

The team originally had fifteen people including him, but now there are only eleven people left.

One of them was obviously running with the support of others.

Zhou Jie, a scout from Class 2.

He was shot while breaking out before.

Only he didn't hurt his leg.

A bullet penetrated his left arm.

"Ha, I can't die!" Zhou Jie forced a smile.

At this moment, his left sleeve was completely wet, his hand was covered in blood, and his lips were completely bloodless.

But he always held on, and even when he was retreating, his comrades tried to support him, but he pushed them away several times.

He doesn't want to be a burden to everyone.

Even though he was injured, he just tied a triangular bandage and insisted on shooting with both hands while enduring the pain.

(End of this chapter)