War Military: From 1978

Chapter 307: Opening the Way for the Special Forces

On Eagle's Beak Peak.

The Vietnamese had built artillery positions and fortifications here.

However, the Vietnamese soldiers who were staying here seemed quite relaxed.

They were playing cards and chatting on the battlefield, completely unaware that death had already surrounded them.

The main reason is that they've been here for several months now.

During these past few months, they would fire two cannons into China's territory whenever they were in a good mood, and they would also fire two cannons whenever they were in a bad mood. They could even use urinating as an excuse to fire two cannonballs into China's territory.

And all this time, apart from organizing the villagers to evacuate or secretly sending people to keep an eye on them and try to ambush them from the foot of the mountain, the Chinese government has not made any other major moves.

This led them to believe their domestic propaganda, concluding that the Chinese nation no longer dared to truly wage war against them.

Of course, there's also the reason that this place isn't exactly a strategic location.

They occupy too many of these crossroads; if China were to really fight them, they wouldn't be the first targets.

Moreover, they hadn't even noticed that Chinese troops were gathering in their direction.

Over the course of several months, they stayed up there without even being hit by gunfire.

So now they're too lazy to even go into the artillery shelters.

They lived in tents pitched on the mountaintop.

"Haha, you lost!"

"Damn, what bad luck! Wait, I'm going to have some sex to get rid of this bad luck!"

"Damn thing!"

On one side of the squad, a soldier holding a light machine gun, who was lying in ambush on the edge of the mountaintop, gritted his teeth.

Not only him, but everyone else around him was also glaring with anger.

After more than two months of training, they were able to understand some simple Vietnamese.

That's why they're so angry.

Even if he lost at cards, he could turn around, grab a shell, and stuff it into the muzzle of a nearby mortar.

The sound of that shell being fired ignited their fury.

Some people were initially filled with tension about the upcoming battle.

But now, nobody's nervous anymore.

Everyone just wanted the final assault to happen quickly so they could take them down as soon as possible.

"Prepare!"

The squad leader kept his head down, watching his watch.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and made a gesture.

The next second, everyone around quickly got ready.

In particular, a soldier carrying an 884 radio next to him immediately took the radio off.

Before the general offensive begins, or rather, if they can take this place silently today, their radio silence will certainly continue until the end of the war.

But that's clearly impossible now.

In broad daylight, these Vietnamese devils were all arrogantly staying on their positions.

Many were neither in tents nor in trenches.

It's impossible to resolve all of them silently under these circumstances.

Therefore, according to the battle plan formulated by Chu An, they began to use radio.

"Drip drop~"

Several secret reports were sent out.

Less than five seconds later, they looked up and saw the arc of a shell streaking across their heads.

The special reconnaissance squadron is currently divided into three teams of fifteen men each.

Each squad is now equipped with a 60mm mortar, an SVD sniper rifle, a grenade launcher, and a light machine gun.

In addition, the squad's firepower includes rifle grenades, two 861 rifles, one 884 rifle, and each soldier is equipped with a pistol.

Currently, not all members of these three teams have gone up the mountain.

The sniper team, consisting of snipers and spotters, was lying in ambush at the foot of the mountain.

The mortar teams were in the same boat; they had already calculated the firing parameters and were just waiting for the signal.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three 60mm mortar shells exploded in succession on the hilltop.

"Ah~"

"Dick!!" (Enemy attack!)
The moment the shells exploded, the Vietnamese soldiers, who were either sunbathing, playing cards, or even idly dancing, were thrown into complete disarray.

Panic-stricken cries continued to rang out.

But now they don't even have the chance to get a gun.

As mortar shells rained down, bullets came raining down from the east, west, and south.

"Correction."

The communications officers in the first, second, and third squads were all using radios to direct the mortars firing down the mountain.

At this moment, Chu An also led his men to the back of a small team.

"team leader!"

The squad leader had just finished firing his burst of bullets when he turned around and saw Chu An lying down beside him.

He had naturally seen Chu An coming up from the foot of the mountain long ago.

"continue!"

Today's main characters aren't Chu An, they are.

"Yes!"

"Comrades, get ready!"

This time he didn't use any hand gestures. After shouting loudly, he casually took a grenade hanging on his body.

Chu An also brought a Type 56 assault rifle.

At this moment, he also raised his gun and braced it.

Now that we're here, we're part of the fight.

Moreover, he wasn't entirely confident in these soldiers who had never been on the battlefield before, as they were about to fight.

Of course, it turned out that Chu An was overthinking things.

After another round of grenades were thrown.

The soldiers of the three squads charged together using various tactical maneuvers.

The battle ended in less than two minutes.

At least a dozen of the more than twenty Vietnamese soldiers on the mountaintop were killed by bombs or gunfire before they could even get their hands on a gun.

The remaining survivors did not die in the first wave.

But they were powerless against the special forces soldiers who charged at them like wolves and tigers.

"I surrender!"

There were Vietnamese soldiers kneeling in the trenches with their hands raised.

These were all people from Antun whom the Vietnamese devils deliberately sent to work in.

Their military skills and fighting spirit were already inferior to those of regular troops, and this wave of attacks instantly destroyed their will to fight.

However, they seemed to be too slow in raising their hands.

Before they could even raise their hands, they were rushed to the edge of the trenches. The special reconnaissance soldiers, their adrenaline surging after their first battle, unleashed a burst of fire.

"Quickly, everyone proceed according to plan!"

Chu An gave the order loudly.

Today's focus is on training.

The final step in training is to give the soldiers in their squadron a clear understanding of what the battlefield is really like.

In an instant, the squad leaders of the three teams all shouted.

"Finish off, fix bayonets!"

This is the last lesson of the day.

Let these soldiers stab the enemy with their own bayonets.

Shooting with a bullet and stabbing with a bayonet are two completely different concepts.

In an instant, the soldiers who had rushed to the top of the mountain sprang into action.

After firing a finishing shot at the already fallen Vietnamese soldier, they moved closer and used bayonets.

Chu An noticed that some people hesitated visibly, and some even turned their heads away when they stabbed.

"What are you doing? Open your eyes wide and look carefully. These are all enemies. Don't you know they've been bombarding our compatriots?"

Chu An shouted loudly.

For a moment, regardless of what these soldiers, who were going to the battlefield for the first time, were thinking.

But ultimately, under Chu An's pressure, each of them could only widen their eyes and use their bayonets to complete their final test.

"Report, Captain, Team One has completed its mission. Of the fifteen members, eleven went up the mountain, and there were no casualties!"

"Report! Second team completes mission, all teams..."

After finishing off the enemy, the soldiers went to clean up the battlefield, while the three squad leaders ran to Chu An to report on the battle.

This group of easy targets was handled very smoothly. The special operations squadron deployed 45 men, and apart from the three mortar teams and sniper teams at the foot of the mountain, the remaining 33 men were all unharmed.

"Alright! Clean up the battlefield in five minutes, then prepare to leave in five minutes!"

No casualties—that was the message Chu An most wanted to hear.

(End of this chapter)