War Military: From 1978

Chapter 312 Spy, Vietnamese Special Agent!

"Dingling bell~"

The bicycle bell kept ringing.

In a town less than 20 kilometers from the front line, it was market day, and the streets were bustling with people.

Although this place is adjacent to the front line.

But the Vietnamese artillery positioned on the border couldn't reach this area.

Therefore, for the residents here, the current war has little impact on their lives.

However, although the ordinary people living here seem to be somewhat distant from the war, their geographical location is still significant.

The streets were bustling with activity, and militia patrols were constantly on the move.

They kept an eye out for any strangers who might appear in town.

This is to find Vietnamese agents and spies.

It's quite obvious, however, that if this method could expose the Vietnamese spies and agents, then the Vietnamese spies and agents wouldn't be causing us so much trouble now.

Real spies are all extremely well hidden.

For example, right now, they have just walked past a house facing the street.

"Captain Liu, out catching spies again!"

The door of the house was open, and right at the entrance, a stall had been set up, displaying some dried goods from the mountains.

An elderly man lying on a deck chair behind the stall, smoking a pipe, watched them pass by and asked them with a smile.

"Yes! The Vietnamese devils have taken the wrong medicine today and fired a lot of artillery at our side. We need to be on guard."

"Uncle Niu, you'd better not go up the mountain lately. Be careful, there might be Vietnamese spies in there!"

"Haha! I'm not afraid of them. When they come, I'll just give them a whole bunch of bricks!"

The tube in his mouth was actually a homemade gun.

Living off the mountains is a common practice for the local people, and carrying some self-defense items is definitely a must.

"Uncle Niu is still as sharp as ever! Alright, Uncle Niu, you can continue selling your wares. We're leaving now!"

The patrol team left without them noticing that Uncle Niu, who was watching them leave from behind the stall, seemed to have a strange look in his eyes.

There seemed to be a hint of disdain in his expression.

Of course, this unusual expression quickly disappeared without being noticed by anyone.

"Dinner's almost here, no more food, no more food!"

Uncle Niu looked up at the sky, then immediately began to pack up his stall.

Everything about him was normal.

Even after entering the house, his slow cooking and preparing dishes were no different from those of an ordinary villager.

But no one knows that right below his room, there is a basement of about 30 to 40 square meters.

Right now, there are oil lamps burning in this basement.

By the light of an oil lamp, one can see the dimly lit basement, where boxes of ammunition and firearms are now placed against the wall.

In addition, there are several Vietnamese soldiers lying haphazardly on the floor inside.

There are still tables and chairs placed on the other side against the wall.

On the table, there was a two-watt silicon radio produced by our army, which was turned on and placed there.

A woman sat at the table, her hands constantly tuning the frequency.

It only accepts signals and does not send signals.

This is one type of espionage activity carried out by the Vietnamese devils within our territory.

Before the counterattack, our army had not even drawn a topographical map of their territory.

However, the Vietnamese devils, taking advantage of peacetime, created more than one such place within our territory, especially near some of our military outposts.

They used radios produced by our military to monitor our military's radio communications.

At the same time, in these times, these basements can be used to store weapons and also provide hiding places for these Vietnamese soldiers.

"It's getting dark, Wenyuan, Wenxiong, you're coming out with me tonight!"

In the basement, someone suddenly sat up, looked at their watch, and spoke in Vietnamese.

"Yes!"

Two people nearby responded calmly.

Meanwhile, on the mountain south of the town...

Chu An and his men lay in wait behind a hill.

Holding a night vision binocular made by our army, Chu An stared at the cave in front of him, separated by a small valley.

Two Vietnamese soldiers who had their eyes on our base have come here.

After they had been watching the base for more than ten minutes, Chu An contacted the guards left at the base and asked them to organize a patrol team to begin patrolling outside the base.

This startled the two men away. But now, these two actually came over here and went straight into the cave.

"Could the Vietnamese spies' hideout be here?!"

"They're really brave! This place is less than a kilometer from Nayuan Town. The regular patrol teams would probably find their way into this cave!"

"They dare to spy on us! We'll wipe them out in the next round!"

Nearby, the soldiers of the squadron whispered among themselves.

But Chu An simply frowned and put down the binoculars.

"Tell the deputy squadron leader not to make any rash moves and to follow my orders!" Chu An said to the communications officer before continuing to stare at the cave.

He sensed something was wrong.

If the main force of the Vietnamese troops were really hiding in this cave, they certainly wouldn't be able to hide.

With so many people, the traces left by eating, drinking, and excretion are hard to erase.

But this place is too close to the town.

People live off the land they live on; the locals here often go up the mountain.

Therefore, this cave was clearly not a suitable place for Vietnamese special agents to stay.

But now these two Vietnamese devils have just gone in.

"Captain, shall I take some men to check?" The squad leader approached Chu An and asked in a low voice.

Chu An shook his head: "No need, those two are still inside!"

The cave opposite is clearly not deep. Through Chu An's binoculars, one of the two people who went in is guarding the entrance, and he keeps peeking out from time to time.

"Have the deputy company commander's men hide too. I suspect this cave is a gathering point for the Vietnamese soldiers. There might not be any other Vietnamese soldiers here right now, but they'll come over tonight. Let's wait!"

After the two entered the cave, one of them remained guarding the cave entrance.

This situation has already revealed a lot of information.

If there were other people inside, it would be impossible to have the two who had just returned serving as gatekeepers.

So all we can say is that there is no one else here.

If they go in and don't come out, then they're most likely waiting for someone!
At that moment, Chu An's mind raced, and he immediately guessed the truth.

Chu An even guessed that if there really were Vietnamese special agents coming, they would likely hide in this town during the day.

Chu An simply didn't know how they had hidden it.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The sky gradually darkened completely.

But in those days, there was no industrialization like in later generations, and the moon in the sky was very bright.

Using this, Chu An could clearly see the entrance to the cave on the other side even in the dark, thanks to the binoculars.

"Captain, they're here!"

Around 10 p.m., Chu An was resting with his eyes closed when suddenly, the squad leader of a small team who was keeping watch with binoculars spoke up in a low voice, sounding somewhat excited.

Chu An immediately opened his eyes.

Pick up your binoculars.

After turning on the power, Chu An looked in the direction he was looking.

Chu An soon discovered it as well.

Three guys dressed in our army uniforms sneaked down the mountain on the opposite side.

It was obvious that they were heading towards the cave on the opposite mountainside.

"They're not one of ours, are they?"

Beside him, the artillery observer also had night vision binoculars. After he spoke in a low voice, Chu An shook his head: "Impossible, it must be the Vietnamese devils, those damned things are just wearing our clothes!"

This is the same location as the division headquarters where Chu An and his men are stationed.

There aren't many people left in the division headquarters right now.

Moreover, what are three of our soldiers doing in this desolate wilderness so late at night?

Moreover, their target was clearly that cave.

But why only three?

Chu An frowned.

He thought a team of people would come. Putting everything else aside, if you really wanted to take them down, even if they were Vietnamese special agents, you'd have to send at least thirty or forty of them.

Otherwise, why would they think they could devour us?

Just these five?

They really think they're all like Yan Shuangying!

(End of this chapter)