Chapter 938 To Live or to Die

"Company commander, I can be the regiment commander in the future."

The correspondent chuckled, ran to Company Commander Wang who was eating there, and sat down.

"Let us cross the river?" Although he understood, Wang Yan still asked in a flattering tone.

"Yes, let's cross the river after dark to open up the situation. However, the monkeys in the mountains have not been eliminated yet, and we need to search a large area, so we only have the second company behind us."

As he said this, the second company commander had already walked over with a gun on his shoulder. He laughed and said, "Wang Yan, have you received the mission? I am following your command. How do you want to fight?"

Wang Yan threw a can of cans to him: "I went to the river at noon to see. They blew the bridge into three parts and built fortifications by the river. Their firepower was no worse than when we fought against Xiao Cao. If we cross the river, The movement was too big, they would definitely be able to detect it, and they wouldn't make the mistake of going around too far.

In this way, after it gets dark again, I will swim over and kill all the monkeys on the opposite side. Get your assault boats ready, I'll exchange fire with them, and you guys will cross the river. "

The second company commander had a lot to say, but after thinking about Wang Yan's war-like performance that he heard about, he finally accepted all the questions, but still asked uncertainly: "Can it be done?"

"As long as I say yes, you can't seek death, right? I won't do it if you're not sure. Get ready and let the people behind you pull the boat over."

"Okay, then I'll do as you say." The second company commander didn't talk much, didn't eat canned food, and left here in a hurry. There was plenty of time for the rear to quickly pull the ship over.

"Company Commander, the water is cold."

"It's not a big deal." Wang Yan smiled and waved his hand, "Eat quickly, check the weapons, and replenish ammunition. I don't know if the monkey officer on the other side has left. Let's make a contribution by killing the general and capturing the flag."

"Company Commander, I think that's enough. If we don't talk, we'll kill two Vietnamese monkeys."

"If you have no ambition, let alone the company commander, I can't even think of him as a division commander."

"You fucking understand what you're saying. Damn it, company commander. If you don't know how to speak, just close your asshole. Don't fucking fart."

A group of people started making noises and swearing, it was so lively...

It was dark, but not completely dark. There was still moonlight shining through, and things were dimly visible, but not clearly. The wind is still blowing and the river is still surging.

"Don't let your head out."

Ruan Wenxiu sat down the person next to him, "Have you forgotten the sharpshooter of the Chinese Monkey at noon? Do you still dare to light a cigarette and get up?"

"I know." The man waved his hands carelessly and just sat in the trench smoking.

"Why……"

Ruan Wenxiu sighed. Thinking of the brief confrontation at noon, he was still frightened. His ears wrapped with white cloth and bleeding still hurt. He couldn't help but light a cigarette to relieve his nervousness.

He is now the squad leader, but he has just been promoted from a soldier to a junior soldier. No one in the team is convinced by him. This was thanks to the Chinese monkey sharpshooters, who killed eighteen of them in a short while at noon. He was lucky to survive, because he had some merit in the past, so he was immediately promoted to squad leader, and militiamen were added to him. He led more than ten people to prevent Chinese monkeys from crossing the river.

He knew that the Chinese also called them monkeys, and he also knew that the French and Americans also called them monkeys, but in comparison, the French and Americans called them more universal, because they called them "Huang". Skin monkeys', Asians are all. He knew this because his father was a veteran who fought for many years and died in the Unification War.

When he was young, he heard his father preach a lot about battlefield principles, and even heard about many talented people on the battlefield, but he had never heard of anyone like the Chinese monkey at noon. He was too ferocious.

In fact, he should have died, but he was pushed and the bullet broke his ear, allowing him to survive. From beginning to end, he was panicked. However, he remembered that only twenty-two shots were fired from the opposite side. He was lucky to be one of the four shots.

However, for some reason, his heart palpitated for no reason, making him feel that it was difficult to breathe.

He smoked a cigarette, carefully stuck his head out of the trench, and carefully observed the situation on the other side of the river. The wind was still blowing, the water was still flowing, and next to my ears was the buzzing of the soldiers who were disobeying orders.

Finally, he seemed to find that the voice of his big soldier had become softer. No, it wasn't that his voice was softer, it was almost silent.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look over, and saw a figure in the dim darkness, pointing a gun towards him. He could clearly see that the man was wet and covered in mud.

He tried his best to clear his eyes, and then he saw the disobedient soldier who had just helped him sit down, lying there holding his neck and twitching.

"I surrender."

Hearing such crisp words, Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "It's a wise choice."

"Yeah yeah……"

Seeing him smiling, Ruan Wenxiu also braced herself and smiled to accompany him. How could he not understand that all the disobedient soldiers under his command had been killed quietly?

How old is this? It's too fast...

"You don't..." His eyes suddenly widened, but he was speechless. He could only cover his neck and sob.

"You want to say that I am not trustworthy, right? But I don't accept your surrender either." Wang Yan still smiled so understandingly, and used a bayonet to pull the little monkey aside to convulse and wait for death.

He strolled leisurely, holding a cigarette in his mouth, rummaging around the Vietnamese positions. He wanted to light a fire, but he found a flashlight and shone it back and forth on the opposite side, flashing continuously.

The soldiers waiting to cross the river finally understood, carried the boat into the water, and quickly rowed over here.

The position of crossing the river is naturally a bit particular. Wang Yan killed the Vietnamese soldiers at the bridge position, and the soldiers crossed the river along the bridge. Although the bridge was blown up, it is a shelter after all. If it is discovered, it can block some enemy bullets and relieve the turbulent water flow.

It is not a one-time event, but it is inevitable to be discovered. Wang Yan came here alone without being discovered because he is a small target and good at swimming. He swims without making any sound, and even if the river is turbulent, it can't cause much impact on him.

But large-scale sunken ships crossing the river are different. Not to mention whether there is sound or not, just the silhouettes of the people on the boat have been exposed.

Wang Yan walked with a swagger. He heard someone shouting in another position a hundred meters away. Apparently, they had discovered our soldiers crossing the river.

Seeing a man suddenly raised his hand, Wang Yan fired a shot and knocked the man down in the trench. But the man's finger mechanically operated the command in his mind before death, and he pulled the trigger.

The flare was triggered, but it did not hit the sky. It burst into light in the trench and released high temperature. Several people around him had been killed by Wang Yan's continuous shots before they fired back. They covered the light of the flare, but burned with high temperature. A chilling fragrance, which could not even be covered by gunpowder smoke, filled the air.

Finally, the high temperature burned the grenades on these people, boom...

The explosion at close range shattered the bodies, and broken limbs were everywhere. A piece of flesh and blood smeared on the face of a Vietnamese soldier. He took it off and took a look. Before he could feel sick, a bullet penetrated his eye. The powerful impact instantly turned his brain into a mess. He died peacefully without pain.

Once the gunshots rang out, they could not stop easily. They had to fight to the death.

The flare was finally fired into the sky by the Vietnamese army. It rose high and fell slowly with tracers. But the picture flashed by the flare was terrifying to the Vietnamese army. Looking around, there were a lot of our soldiers. They were scattered, dodging, and moving forward at the same time.

This light also helped us. The soldiers raised their guns and poured bullets forward crazily.

The soldiers did not rush to one end, but separated from both sides and attacked from the east and west. Expanding the safe landing point to create conditions for the brothers behind to land.

After two trips, less than two hundred people crossed the river. Yes, less than two hundred people. Neither Wang Yan's third company nor the second company had any additional troops. Because in terms of the overall battlefield, our army has an advantage in strength. In terms of the local battlefield, there were not many casualties, and the number of casualties was not large.

Especially since Wang Yan's troops had become the spearhead company and were accustomed to following Wang Yan's brave fighting rhythm, it was not a good thing to rashly add troops, and the probability of casualties among the new recruits would be greatly increased.

Wang Yan's men were very fierce. The first batch of soldiers came from the second and third companies, and the second company commander was gritting his teeth as he watched Wang Yan's soldiers rush forward. He and his soldiers were very fierce, but not fierce enough.

He saw it with his own eyes. A three-man combat team could not stop. One person threw a grenade, and then suppressed the fire with another person, and another person crawled close to him. In the blink of an eye, four people were killed. What stood out was speed and ruthlessness.

His soldiers also used the same tactics, but they were not as sharp and fierce. The gap was visible to the naked eye. And he knew very well that before the battle, these soldiers were not much different from his soldiers.

Damn, after fighting with Wang Yan for two days, they are so fierce?

The second company commander sighed, Wang Yan didn't know that he was much more fierce than the soldiers, after all, he was the one who led the charge, fighting and killing all the way, and solving the enemies defending along the river.

Suddenly, there was another burst of air-breaking sound in the sky, followed by a rumbling explosion. This time the artillery fire was more intense, hitting the coastal areas.

But obviously, the casualties were limited. Wang Yan looked around and didn't see anyone killed. After all, the team was scattered and the combat teams were far apart. Some of them were not on the shore, but were chasing the Vietnamese army to the buildings on the river bank to fight street battles. The main reason was that the Vietnamese army collapsed at the first touch, and they advanced very quickly.

Facing the artillery bombardment, Wang Yan, who was shattered and dusty, always had only three words: "Communicator!"

He shouted very loudly, and it was heard far away in the brief silence after the artillery fire.

"Here!"

The response was also far away, hoarse, but one could hear relief in the voice.

Communicator Xiao Liang was of course relieved. After crossing the river, he was looking for the company commander. This time he finally found him. He hurriedly ran along the buildings on the roadside for dozens of meters and came to the side of Company Commander Wang.

"...It's a bit far. Ask if it can be reached." Wang Yan still reported a string of coordinates and asked the communicator to contact the artillery in the rear.

Wang Yan's coordinates were accurate, and the artillery attack was effective. At the same time, Wang Yan was a sharp knife, with fierce penetration, deep penetration, and great results. There was an artillery battalion following him. If there was a need for firepower, he would respond. If there was no need, he would provide support to other troops. After all, the battle in the mountains was also quite fierce. In the afternoon, the artillery position was stationed in Laojie.

Although the artillery complained a lot, Wang Yan had never been disappointed in the war so far. In fact, they had already observed it, but they had not calculated it yet, and they were not sure. After receiving Wang Yan's coordinates, they adjusted the muzzle and fired without saying a word, and it was not just one round, but three rounds of intensive continuous fire, saturating the area near the coordinates. They believed in Wang Yan more than they believed in themselves...

The distance was not very far, only a few hundred meters, and the tail flame of the artillery shell was clearly visible. The sky was full of flames, and even a few hundred meters away, there was a rumbling sound in the ears.

Kacha~ Wang Yan fulfilled his duties as a war correspondent and took pictures of such a scene in the dark...

There is no doubt that Wang Yan has made another contribution and destroyed another artillery position of the Vietnamese army, adding another entry to his merit book. Since the beginning of the war, the Vietnamese artillery fire has never worked well in the battlefield where Wang Yan is located, and it was destroyed after one round of bombardment.

"Company commander!"

At this time, there were bursts of shouting in the construction area, very anxious. Even for a moment, they forgot the taboos of street fighting.

"Here." The communicator kept shouting and responded loudly.

After a while, several soldiers kicked a dusty Vietnamese soldier out of the alley.

"Company commander..." The leading soldier laughed, and when he saw Wang Yan staring with an uneasy look on his face, he understood in a flash, "Company commander, don't worry, we have already advanced more than 100 meters and retreated dozens of meters before shouting."

Wang Yan nodded: "What's going on?"

"The three of us blocked this grandson in a room. We were about to throw grenades, but this grandson threw out his gun and surrendered. I didn't want to accept it. I hung the bayonet to give him a quick death, but he said he was the company commander, and he knew he Where is our regiment commander? "

The soldier was carefree and said happily, "Captain, didn't you say before that you would kill the generals and seize the flag? Now it's really going to happen. When you write about Chinese heroes later, write about us too."

Looking at the Vietnamese company commander who was kneeling on the ground and trembling with fear, Wang Yan shook his head with a smile: "Come on, pose, and take a picture of you capturing prisoners first. If it really works, not only will I have to write an article, but I will also post the photo."

Wang Yan was not in a hurry, and took a picture of the soldiers happily. Then he gave each of them a cigarette, lit one for the prisoner company commander, and began a simple interrogation.

In fact, he told his soldiers that they didn't need to worry about prisoners, it would waste time and be dangerous. And his example was there, so since the beginning of the war, their company had not seen any Vietnamese soldiers alive, and they were all killed.

Of course, his soldiers were also happy to kill people, and they were all angry. During the pre-war mobilization, the Vietnamese monkeys knew everything and why they were fighting. During the break, Wang Yan also told them many things about Vietnam. So they didn't want to leave them alive, and it would be easier to kill them.

This captive company commander, if he didn't know the news about the regiment commander, would be stabbed to death as the soldier said...

"Say what you know."

"Then can you promise not to kill me?" The monkey company commander was trembling with fear, speaking Chinese haltingly, and had a strong will to survive.

The sound of bullets being loaded sounded, and Wang Yan quickly pulled out the Type 54 pistol on his leg and pointed it at his forehead: "I'll say it one last time, say what you know."

"Before you attacked, the regiment headquarters was stationed five miles away. The battalion commander said that after you attacked, the regiment headquarters immediately retreated to the direction of Baosheng, to meet up with the reinforcements of the 345th Division, and then fight back to Lao Cai."

With the gun pointed at his head, the captive company commander spoke much more fluently in Chinese, without a single stumble.

"How did you, a company commander, know that the regiment headquarters was transferred?"

"The battalion commander and I are cousins, he told me..."

"Shut up." Wang Yan's gun directly hit the captive company commander's teeth, and the captive company commander shuddered, and there was a puddle of water on the ground, and he actually urinated.

"Fuck you, you are still a company commander." The communicator was standing with Wang Yan, and when he saw this, he kicked him aside.

"If you abuse prisoners, you will be punished later."

"Captain, why don't we kill him?"

Wang Yan shook his head with amusement, looked down at the prisoner commander who was lying there and dared not move, and asked: "Where is your battalion commander?"

"He ran away, and he left us here to die." The prisoner commander was quite indignant, perhaps because the cousins ​​were not close, which hurt his heart...

Wang Yan looked at the communicator: "Contact the battalion commander and tell him that the enemy regiment retreated to the direction of Baosheng. Should we pursue them? If we pursue them, we will kill them or let them live."

The communicator was a little confused. Is there a choice? There was no nonsense, and he dutifully contacted the rear.

Soon, the communicator said: "Company commander, the battalion commander asked if we are sure of going deep into the enemy's territory alone?"

"We can fight, but we may not find it."

"The battalion commander said to chase for ten kilometers and see. When we go deep into the enemy's territory alone, we must ensure our own safety first, and we don't have to fight to the death when we meet the enemy."

"Okay, go find the second company commander."

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