There were four Vietnamese soldiers who snatched into the house. One of them was seriously injured and only hummed a few times. Two were injured, but because the light was too dark, they couldn't see where they were injured. They only knew that they still had some combat power for the time being. There was also one who didn't know whether it was good luck or high quality, but he was not injured at all... But this just made him die faster.

The one who killed him was either someone else, or I was ulterior motives!

I slowly approached him when the other Vietnamese soldiers were not paying attention, and then covered his mouth with one hand and sent the military spear flat into his lungs with an oblique manner... This kind of killing method was learned from the old man. The bayonet was placed flat and raised upward to prevent the military spear from being stuck. Punching into the lungs can make the target's lungs congested and unable to breathe, and it is impossible to make sounds. So sometimes I think the old man regards killing as a science.

It is not difficult to do this. After all, we are surrounded by wooden houses, with gunfire and explosions everywhere, and many bullets penetrate the wooden boards and making whistling sounds above our heads. Even if the injured Japanese devils know that their companions are dead, it is no big deal. They are killed by stray bullets!

The difficulty lies in that I have never killed an enemy at such a close distance. In the past, even if I had close combat, there was still a step away. However, in order not to let him make too loud movements and sounds, I had to hold him tightly from behind... Although I had killed a lot of people, he felt the struggle and trembling of severe pain when he was stabbed, and the last few unwilling twitches before his death still made me shudder.

This must be so cruel and cold-blooded that I can ignore a person who loses his anger in my arms. I only know that a chill was skewed from the soles of my feet to my forehead. The hand covering my mouth felt the blood he sprayed out. I felt my stomach churning, and a sense of terror that I could escape as far as I could... But I knew I could not escape or move, because there were several injured Vietnamese not far away...

Why kill those who are not injured but only those who are injured? The injured are only concerned about their own injuries. They will not even consider whether the people around them are true or false. People who are not injured will be very clear-headed, right? If they find any flaws, it will undoubtedly be a mess... So who else can they kill if they don't kill him?

Just as I was about to enter the tunnel with the soldiers, a Vietnamese shout came from inside: "Command..."

Although I know Vietnamese, I don’t know the password... so this is something I can’t answer. I couldn’t help but think that these Vietnamese Japanese were really cautious. In such an emergency, they would rather let their comrades wait outside at risk of their lives than let people in casually. Fortunately, I was ready, so I winked at Scar. Scar was also a smart person, and knew how to carry the wounded in his hand to the entrance of the tunnel...

It's true that we are fake Japanese devils, but these wounded people are not, so they will definitely know the command to enter the tunnel.

Sure enough, the wounded shouted loudly inside in Chinese: "People's Liberation Army!"

I couldn't help but leaned in my heart: The command used by the Vietnamese Japanese turned out to be the "People's Liberation Army" in Chinese.

But this seems normal. If the Japanese invaders shouted the command in the late night, if they heard it by our People's Liberation Army soldiers, they would think who was chatting inside!

From this point of view, the Yue Japanese are really meticulous.

Perhaps, this is not something that anyone can think of, but a confidentiality mechanism that they have naturally formed over the years of long-term combat.

It was soon our turn. I grabbed the blood-stained dirt on the ground and wiped it on my face. I gritted my teeth and crawled into the tunnel.

After a bad smell, the space suddenly became very narrow, and there was a dark patch of light in front of me. In the darkness, I could only hear someone urging me not to stop, so I had to move forward in a confused manner.

To be honest, I don’t like this feeling very much. It’s not because the tunnel is too low and too short that I can only move forward, but because I can’t figure out the current situation at all. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know whether my soldiers are following me, or even whether the people in front of me or friends... At this time, I felt that I had lost contact with my comrades and was already fighting alone!

I have to admit that I didn't think of this before, which reminded me of a sentence that the old man once said: There are always much more difficulties in actual combat than I imagined.

After following the people in front of me for a long time, I finally found a ray of light in front. I originally wanted to see the light, and suddenly became scared again because I was worried that they would see something wrong...

The front became brighter and brighter, and finally we arrived at the destination, a habitat that was dozens of square meters.

Later I learned that the tunnels of the Japanese invaders are actually connected by countless passages and such habitats. The habitats are used to store substances or provide rest for personnel. There are large and small ones as needed. Each habitat will have several passages connected to the habitats in other directions. The entire underground tunnel is like a maze...

In fact, I can already see these from several tunnel entrances in my habitat, so I couldn't help but complain: We don't know where these tunnel entrances lead to, so... we have to find the ammunition depot of the Japanese in these tunnels that look like spider webs... undoubtedly it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After sitting down at the habitat, I glanced around. Fortunately, the soldiers were all there, and a decline made my mind slightly calmer.

The soldiers looked at me and Scar intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were waiting for our orders. But what could I do? Will I catch a Vietnamese army to question or let them lead the way? Doing this seems to have no effect except for exposing our identities.

I turned my eyes to Scar, but I could tell from the helpless expression on his face that he had no choice.

Only then did I realize how reckless my plan was, and it could even be said that... We didn't even understand the underground tunnel of the Japanese, so we rashly broke through, and as a result, we were both moving forward and retreating now.

The habitat is very crowded, and an upside-down flashlight is the only light source here. There are all kinds of people under the lightning, including soldiers, ordinary people, men and women. The air is very thin. Perhaps it is precisely because of this reason that the people in the tunnel are not talking much. Only a few wounded people occasionally groan or cough. But this is exactly what I want. I was worried that I would reveal my flaws because I didn’t know how to speak in Vietnamese!

What should I do next? This question has hit my mind again. It is obvious that this place is not a place to stay for a long time. The longer you stay here, the greater the possibility of being discovered by the Vietnamese army.

There are a few other troops not? They don’t know if they have been in trouble? Do we need to contact them first? But I quickly remembered that when entering the tunnel, the Japanese needed a command, which means... they may not have been able to get into the tunnel at all.

It is obvious that we can only rely on ourselves now, but I have no idea about the situation in front of me. Coupled with the fear in my heart and the breathless air, I want to pick up the gun and shoot it for a while several times.

But in the end I still controlled myself because I knew that the result of doing so would be nothing except that we were wiped out. I had ten soldiers under my command, and I would take them back!

At this time, my eyes fell on several female soldiers who bandaged the wounded with first aid kit. Their attention attracted my attention because... Most of the Vietnamese soldiers in the tunnel did not bring first aid kit. I found this from the Vietnamese soldiers' bodies yesterday, so we didn't bring a few first aid kits before we came down.

I didn't think too much about this before. I just thought that the Japanese devils were poor. How could they have first aid kits? When they couldn't even afford shoes, they felt something was wrong. First aid kits should be said to be military supplies. This thing will even directly affect the combat effectiveness and morale of the troops. No one would want to wait for death on the battlefield because of a small injury that was not fatal, right? So while the Soviet Union provided firearms to the Vietnamese army, it should also provide first aid kits! Now the female soldiers are using first aid kits to heal the wounded by the wounded, which is enough to prove this.

Then why don’t they carry it with them? There is only one reason: their first aid kit is insufficient. After all, there are many people in this tunnel besides the soldiers.

What is the solution to the shortage of first aid kit? That is, use the first aid kit together and use the first aid kit on the people who need it the most. Where will they concentrate the first aid kit?

Thinking of this, I almost screamed with excitement: There is no doubt that they would concentrate first aid kits in relatively safe places, and that is likely to be a warehouse for storing food or ammunition.
Chapter completed!