"What should we do without reinforcements?" This was a question raised by Battalion Commander Wu, but no one could answer it.

I don’t know what to do. This place is like a gantry formation set up by the Vietnamese army, which is easy to get in and difficult to get out. Although we still have more than 20 tanks, there are mountain paths on all sides that are not suitable for tank movement. The only highway was blocked by the Vietnamese army’s waste tanks...

Do you throw the tank and fight out? I believe Battalion Commander Wu will never agree to do this. For tank soldiers like them, "the tank is there, the tank is dead, the tank is dead" is a very simple truth, just like I will never be able to throw the rifle in my hand.

Moreover, there were Vietnamese troops everywhere in the jungle. Even if Battalion Commander Wu agreed, I was really unsure that I would rush out of the well-trained and good at jungle warfare just with the two infantry companies and dozens of tank soldiers in my hand.

Tank soldiers can drive tanks, but they may not be able to fight like infantry with rifles.

"Battleman Commander Wu!" I looked at the semicircular tanks outside the anti-aircraft artillery hole, and I asked casually: "How are you tanks? Can you fight?"

Battalion Commander Wu hesitated for a while, shook his head and pointed to the two Type 59 tanks that he led us back just now and said, "I'm afraid there are only those two that can be fought!"

"What? There are only two?" Although I didn't have much hope for the tank troops, I still couldn't stand the gap in my heart when I heard that there were only two tanks that could fight.

"Then what can I do?" Battalion Commander Wu said with a wry smile: "Everyone has brand new parts, but they are still broken as they go. There were 48 vehicles when they set out, and there were only twenty-eight vehicles left in just one or two days. This is not to say how powerful the Vietnamese Japanese tanks are, nor to say how powerful their anti-tank weapons are. The total number of Vietnamese tanks we encountered along the way is only five or six. Our tanks are not broken by the enemy, but they cannot walk by themselves!"

"Um!" After listening to Battalion Commander Wu's words, I realized that it was not just the rifles in our hands, submachine guns... and the tanks of the armored troops!

No wonder! Firearms will have problems, let alone tanks with relatively high technical requirements.

"When we set out this time, there were 20 Type 59 vehicles and 28 Type 63 vehicles!" Battalion Commander Wu pointed to the tank outside and said, "Look, there are only so many left now. There are only three Type 59 vehicles that can be fought. One of them has failed and is under overhaul. The others are all unstoppable Type 63!"

"Type 63 is not attacked?" Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but turn my eyes to another tank, which looks like a giant. And this model is still Type 63... Isn't it bigger than 59?

Although I don’t know much about weapons, I also know one thing: the models of our country’s weapons and equipment are named after the time of development or imitation. For example, the Type 56 rifle, submachine gun, machine gun, and Type 79 sniper rifle.

So don't think much about it. The Type 59 tank was copied in 1959. The Type 63 was developed or copied in 1963. Since the development time was even later, there would be no worse and worse.

Captain Wu seemed to have seen through my thoughts and explained: "Don't look at the size of this Type 63, this guy is an amphibious tank, and the space is large to increase its buoyancy. It is as thin as a big girl, and ordinary rockets can punch it against each other."

"What?" I suddenly realized when I heard this. It turned out to be a dual-user tank.

"Why do you know this thing is not enough to fight?" Battalion Commander Ding asked curiously.

"Do you think I want to lead?" Battalion Commander Wu had no choice but to draw on the map: "The task we received was to cooperate with the troops to cross the Gang River. Who would know that the troops could not keep up at all now? These tanks are OK in water. On land, they are a target..."

Listening to what Captain Wu said, Battalion Commander Ding and I couldn't help but look at each other.

When we saw the lineup of the tank troops just now, we felt a little proud and proud. Especially me, I was fired from Xiaomi and rifles on the battlefield of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. Although tank troops participated in the war in the later period, it can be said that it is old and t-34. Now, when we see dozens of modern tanks of our army, we have some confidence.

But now, this pride and confidence have disappeared, and all I have in my heart is anger and helplessness.

What is angry is that the ten-year cuts of corners are required to be compensated with the blood and lives of our soldiers.

What’s helpless is that I am now on the battlefield, even if I’m angry, it’s useless. I still have to fight, but I still have to fight my life.

But I really don’t know what we should fight for now!

"Captain Cui..." At this time, Battalion Commander Wu pointed to the kettle on my waist awkwardly and said, "Is there still water?"

"Oh! Yes!" I hurriedly took off the kettle and handed it to Captain Wu.

Captain Wu didn't answer, and couldn't wait to take the kettle, unscrew the lid with his almost trembling hands, then he tilted his head and drank it open.

After taking a few sips, he stopped reluctantly, looked at me with inquiring eyes and said, "I will leave this water to the wounded... Company Commander Cui will not have any objection!"

"Of course not!" I answered without thinking.

"And mine!" Battalion Commander Ding also generously contributed his kettle.

Seeing Captain Wu handing the kettle to the guards as if he had caught a treasure, I couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Captain Wu, isn't the Gang River behind the high ground? Why is it so short of water?"

"You'll know when you go and take a look!" Battalion Chief Wu took a breath and said, "The Vietnamese Japanese have prepared for a long time. The weeds on the north side of the Ganghe River were burned to a point. There were either grass or trees on the south side. No one knew how many Vietnamese troops were hiding! In order to get water, we all lost a tank of more than 20 comrades!"

"Dog Gods, Yue Jian!" Hearing Battalion Commander Ding, he couldn't help but get angry: "No wonder they poisoned the ditch on the side of the road, and trapping us here as bait wouldn't make us feel comfortable!"

But I smiled without objection. It should be said that war is so cruel. No one will talk about kindness or morality to the other party. I have had combat experience and have long been used to all this. If it were us, we might have done this too.

"I'll go and see the terrain!" As I said that, I walked out of the air raid shelter with my rifle.

"Captain Cui!" Battalion Commander Wu hurriedly said: "The Yue Japanese guns are very accurate. We have not seen where the enemy is..."

"Don't worry, I just go and see the terrain!" I smiled relaxedly, and walked towards the high ground despite the opposition of Battalion Commander Wu.

Actually, I don’t want to observe any terrain. In fact, there is really nothing to observe here. The map is already well marked. Moreover, we are unable to move forward in this situation, and it seems meaningless to see the terrain.

I felt a kind of oppressive atmosphere permeating the battlefield, even the soldiers of the fifth company were like this. Perhaps the soldiers also felt that the situation was not optimistic, or the decadence and negativeness of the tank soldiers also infected them, so they were all a little dejected.

It cannot be blamed for this. After all, they have never seen what the real battlefield is before. After all, they have never experienced what it means to be in a desperate situation. It cannot be blamed for those tank soldiers. They know best about their own strength and the strength of the Vietnamese army, so they also know that even if our two companies successfully break into the encirclement, it will be difficult to take them out.

A truly powerful warrior will not be angry even though he knows that he is in a desperate situation, nor will he give up the last point, even a little bit of hope for survival.

They have participated in the battle for less than two days, so they are not powerful warriors yet.

So they will be angry and lose confidence.

So... I need to do something to vent their anger and to boost their morale.

Otherwise, we, more than 200 people, would be really going to bury the body here.

The high ground is not high, it can almost be said to be a small hill. I reached the top of the mountain in just over ten minutes, with two observers of tank soldiers lying on the ground, holding a telescope and looking eastward in the direction of the enemy.

When they saw me coming up, they couldn't help but wink at me a few times and whispered: "Comrade! Why are you coming up? It's dangerous here!"

I didn't answer, just nodded at them. They seemed to notice that I was wearing cadre uniforms and saw the strange rifle in my hand, so they didn't stop me anymore. They just looked at me with curiosity on their faces.

What I did next made them even more confused. I did not touch the top position, but walked around the back slope, and from time to time, carefully poked my head out to take a look... I tried this for more than half an hour.

In fact, what I did was just selecting a few sniper positions with good vision. At this time, our army had no "sniper" yet. At most, some soldiers with good marksmanship were called "sharpshooters", so of course they didn't understand what I was doing. Not only did they not understand, but the soldiers at the foot of the mountain were also unaware of it.

But I think they will understand soon.

After choosing four sniper positions and running two more times to familiarize myself with the positions of these sniper positions, I touched one of the sniper positions and set up the rifle.

The Gansu River in front of me is more than fifty meters wide. The environment is indeed as described by Battalion Commander Wu. The south is overgrown with weeds, but the north is burned by Vietnamese soldiers with weapons. It is less than five hundred meters from the high ground where I am to the riverside, but the soldiers' bodies and blood are all over the way. There is even a destroyed Type 59 tank near the riverside.

Obviously, the Vietnamese army controlled the water source of our army through the hidden cover on the south bank. Or it can be said that they enjoyed the lives of our soldiers. Now we are like a mouse surrounded by a group of cats, and they can play whatever they want. But I want to tell them that this is not the case.

I focused my attention on the thatch where the Vietnamese army was hiding, and after observing for a while, I didn't find anything. The Vietnamese army was very good at lurking, and the third division, as the ace division, was naturally no exception. Moreover, their hiding place was still a weed bush more than half a person tall.

I couldn't help but frown. Although I was condescending, the distance of more than 500 meters still made it difficult for me to find clues about the Vietnamese army. Just when I was at a loss, I suddenly saw the destroyed Type 59 tank by the river, so there was a clue.

I have had a lurking experience and I am very clear that the weakness of lurking during the day is that I cannot easily change the lurking position. Otherwise, I don’t need to observe, and two good observers on the top of the mountain will find out his position.

So... the shooter who destroyed the tank must be still in his original position...

Well, the Type 59 tank was hit on the side armor when turning. Judging from the position of the hole in its armor, the shooter should be between 45 degrees and 60 degrees with the tank. I just heard from Battalion Commander Wu that the Type 59 tank is a tank I have better protection, so the distance to destroy it is definitely not far.

So... the range is getting smaller and smaller.

I slowly moved my gaze to a small fan on the other side of the river to search, and sure enough, I found something like a bamboo tube in it.

Of course, it was not a bamboo tube, but a bazooka wrapped in camouflage. If you find the bazooka, it is not difficult to find its owner. The Vietnamese army has the habit of wearing a straw hat-shaped helmet. Even if this helmet is hung with camouflage, it can see some regular circles.

It's obvious that it's the head of the Vietnamese army...

With a "bang!", a bullet broke out, and the entire head of the Vietnamese army was carried to the side by the inertia of the bullet, and then returned to its original position softly. Everything returned to its original appearance, the difference was that the pile of weeds had a little red color.

"Hey! It's amazing! This is 600 meters!"

"I really hit it? Are you confused?"

"Then there is still a falsehood? The Yue Japanese's heads are rolling up!"

...

I heard the whispers of the two observers not far away, but I dared not be distracted at all. Because killing this Vietnamese army was just my first step, I needed to use the death of this Vietnamese army to attract the attention of other Vietnamese soldiers.

There is a move in Sun Tzu's Art of War, called "Shocking the Snake", which seems to be what I am doing now.

Of course, I can also ask the soldiers to shoot guns in the thatched grass, or drive a tank to alarm the Vietnamese army. But the Vietnamese army is not a fool. Anyone with lurking experience will understand that this is a trap, a trap that exposes their position.

But my method of alarming them is different. One of them was shot at a distance of 600 meters. What does it mean? It means that a sniper has targeted them, so they will wonder, does this sniper who can find their comrades in this situation also mean that he can find each of them?

So, the only way they want to survive is to find the sniper first and shoot him to death.

This is what I want. If they want to find me, they must have some movement. With the movement, I can only find their position...

Sure enough, two abnormal movements in the grass caught my attention in a short while. There are benefits and disadvantages in lurking in the grass. The advantage is that it is not easy for opponents to discover. The disadvantage is that as long as you have a little movement, even if you just sneeze, the weeds will be passed to the end and expose their position.

With a "bang!", another bullet flew out.

I didn't see the enemy's death or blood, I only saw the weed shaking violently.

After the shot, I immediately retracted my head and retracted my rifle. I fired two shots at the same location. The sniper position should have been exposed, so I dare not stay for more.

So he ran a few steps to the side and came to another sniper position, and carefully poked his head out again.

In fact, at this time I was still in control of a Vietnamese army's lurking position, but I was not in a hurry to solve it. There is a saying that when the iron is hot, you can use it when you master one more goal.

So I was not in a hurry to shoot, but continued to observe the movement of the thatched field. At this time, a breeze blew, causing layers of waves on the thatched field, but there were two places where the grass tips would not fall down...

So I understood that the Vietnamese army in these two positions had discovered my original position and raised the rifle in my hand and aimed it at my first sniper position. The upturned rifle barrel just blocked the fluctuations of the thatch...

Master! When I could not see the sparks from the muzzle during the day, I could still judge my position based on my voice so quickly. But what they didn't expect was that it was precisely this point that exposed their position.

"Bang bang!" Two bullets killed a target.

I dare not be careless against such a master. After all, I don’t know what type of gun he is holding, nor how long this gun is, so I cautiously shot two possible positions of one of the targets with two bullets. The strange fluctuations in the grass made me realize that at least one bullet hit him.

At this moment, a sudden light flashed in the grass. I quickly realized that it was the reflection of the scope on the Vietnamese sniper rifle, so I quickly shrank my head back. I heard a few "bang" gunshots, and several bullets flew over my head very accurately.

I just wanted to change to a sniper position, but when I thought about it, I felt that something was wrong! For a lurking expert, the only thing I could do after exposing my target is to leave the battlefield as fast as possible, otherwise it would mean waiting for death. If I change to a sniper position at this time, it is very likely that I missed the opportunity to snipe this expert.

So he gritted his teeth and used the fastest speed to push the gun and his head out at the same time. Sure enough, a Vietnamese army in disguise was catching a sniper rifle and running towards the jungle behind him...
Chapter completed!