Vietnam Special Agents, an extremely legendary army. There are many legends for this army, both in the army and among the people. For soldiers in the frontline war zone, it is a ghostly existence.
Many veterans who returned from the war zone always like to boast about the "hanging dragon gate formation" about Vietnamese agents. What they say most is: If you find a Vietnamese agent behind you, you must not run, because the Vietnamese agents have very accurate marks and can fly knives. If you run, then your back will be an excellent target. However, if you fight with Vietnamese agents, you will definitely not be an opponent. They have received strict fighting training. They broadcast military boxing of gymnastics with our ordinary troops, and capture boxing. So at this time, your only chance is to get entangled with them and do close-killing fights. Because Vietnam is very poor, most soldiers are malnourished and have poor physical fitness...
Wu Fangge has always sneered at this legend. What is the Vietnamese special agent army? The elite elites in the Vietnamese army, no matter how poor Vietnam is, they will never be able to eat enough? But now he knows how deep the influence of this legend on him has on him, and it has penetrated into his bones. When he found that there might be an approaching Vietnamese agent behind him, he chose a close-knit fighting method without thinking - this is also the only effective method, because he has no gun, and the only most powerful military product around him is a wooden thread crook, but Wu Fangge is that kind of
The analysis of the veteran legend is not wrong. Although the opponent who was thrown by him was small, he looked like a hard beetle covered with thorns. He had no place to attack and was very strong. He was just a little smaller than Wu Fangge and was proficient in fighting. He pulled Lengzi and punched his chest and abdomen. It hurt. Wu Fangge felt that his intestines were broken, but he still gritted his teeth and kept pestering his opponent. When he threw his opponent down, he heard the sound of the metal and rock colliding with the "ding" colliding. This sound made him feel a little relieved. It should be the sound of the dagger that cut him just now falling to the ground.
This Vietnamese agent was not only tenacious, but also armed to his teeth. In addition to the dagger, he also carried an assault rifle. The two of them fought closely together, and the rifle behind him became a burden.
The two continued to roll on the ground, and finally Wu Fangge, who was more powerful, gained the upper hand. He pressed the Vietnamese agent under him, and touched a hard thing from the ground with his right hand and pointed it at the guy's head. But the thing was not hard enough, and it was broken after it was hit. It turned out to be a piece of soil, but it was not light. I heard the Vietnamese man's "ah" sound, and his voice was sharp and thin, which made Wu Fangge's heart tremble. The Vietnamese agent under him was a woman.
The woman is also an enemy. The soil in Wu Fangting's singer had broken, and the thin dust in his hands was covered with fine dust. So he touched her eyes casually and confused her eyes. The female agent was fascinated, but took the opportunity to free up one hand to grab Wu Fangge's wrist and said in fluent Chinese: "Stop hitting, we will die if we hit you."
Wu Fangge said: "I will die if I don't hit me."
"No, no..." said the female agent: "If you let me go, we can all live."
Wu Fangge sneered: "Life, I live in prison. Do you know if this is a collusion between enemies?"
The female agent begged: "I know, please, I...I am pregnant..."
"Pregnant" Wu Fangge's pitiful look flashed in his mind. Before he was reborn, his little wife Lin Ting was also pregnant.
"Pregnant... Are you still doing these things when you are pregnant?" Unconsciously, Wu Fangge's tone of speech became softer, although he reminded himself more than once in his heart: You can't do this, you can't be soft-hearted, this is a treason. I have to admit that the more than 20 years of life experience before rebirth made him rationally mature and also made his heart softer. It is difficult for ordinary young men to resonate with sympathy in this matter.
Seeing that his tone had changed, the female agent said at the right time: "Either they all live or they all die."
Wu Fangge was shocked when he saw it. It turned out that when he was so stunned, the woman put her other hand on her chest and pressed it on a small grenade. The tactical skills of both China and Vietnam were in line with each other. Even the tradition of "Glorious Blasting" was the same, but his reaction was quite fast. He quickly threw away the hard object in his hand and pressed his hand on the grenade on the chest of the female agent and said, "Okay, either they are alive or they are dead." The other hand grabbed the gun belt on the shoulder of the female agent and pulled it down desperately. Of course, the female agent could not submit, so the two fought again.
The two of them were entangled and stumbled on the ground for several times. Later, they didn't know how they got up. However, when the two stood still again, the female agent was holding a grenade in her hand, and Wu Fangsing had an additional Soviet assault rifle in her hand.
The female agent squinted her eyes and gasped for a moment, saying, "It's useless to target me, your insurance is not opened."
Typical psychological warfare, if anyone really looks down at the insurance at this time, he will lose his life. Although Wu Fangge has no practical experience, he has watched a lot of similar movie scenes over the years. How could he get this kind of fool? He lowered his muzzle and pulled the trigger "da da da da..." The crisp gunshots pierced the quiet night, and the dirt was flying under the feet of the female agent.
"Dadada..." As if he was about to respond to Wu Fangge, a long shot came from the hillside not far away. This should be Zhou Xiqing's aimless shooting after hearing the gunshots above.
The bullet hit the female agent's feet. It was too dark. Wu Fangge couldn't see the expression on the female agent's face, but this guy was really cruel. He only saw her pinching the grenade tighter and did not jump up like an ordinary person. But he had to admit that she was a little panicked--eyed and her eyes were fascinated, and the opponent in front of her was difficult to deal with. Gunshots came from a distance, afraid that the opponent's reinforcements would arrive.
Wu Fangge looked at the thin female Vietnamese agent and always felt the shadow of his little wife Lin Ting. He took a deep breath of the chilly air in the night sky and said slowly: "I can't let you go... But I also have a wife, she is pregnant, but the child is not able to be kept..." He said this, but the gun never raised up.
The female agent found Wu Fangge's weakness. She slowly stepped back step by step, then turned around and drilled into the bushes.
After the female agent completely lost her trace, Wu Fangge woke up and shot a few shots at the bushes, then held the gun and sat down decadently on the ground.
I'm afraid I'm the most incompetent and indecisive rebirth. Not only did I let go of the opportunity to make meritorious service, I also committed treason, at least violated my military duties. God knows whether this female agent will be caught by the brothers. If she is caught, I will confess myself... Oh my God, Wu Fangge was dizzy and hugged his head
If I were not reborn, I was the real Typhoono who was young and young. Would I shoot just now? Will I kill a pregnant woman? Even if she is a female agent from a hostile country? Oh... I'm so stupid. Who said that this woman must be really pregnant? Maybe this is a common method.
Wu Fangge regretted the more he thought about it. He wanted to slap his big mouth. After he was reborn, he was even more troublesome than before, and he caused it all. It seemed that his life was really a failure. Even if he did it again, he was still a useless person... Ah, no, this is not as good as before. It was just a ghost. Where did this female agent come out? Didn’t hundreds of people search for it all night? Could it be that God was just keeping it to tease me?
Although his mind was messy, after experiencing a danger, all kinds of feelings would become very keen. Wu Fangge suddenly felt someone approaching. He then lay down and shouted in the direction of the visitor: "Command!! Who? Go forward and shoot!" He thought it would be best if the agent brought his accomplices to touch him back. I went out to silence and made contributions. The idea of human self-protection gained the upper hand at this time, and the little kindness and sympathy in his heart instantly swallowed up a clean slightest bit of kindness and sympathy in his heart.
But the other party's answer disappointed him: "Xiu Sun! Don't shoot! Your own people"
When Wu Fangge heard the command, he said that the command was correct, but the telephone line of the Vietnamese agent to the switchboard of the regiment headquarters was broken and he could not contact the regiment headquarters. When he set off, the communications team was using radio to receive the new command from the regiment headquarters. He and Zhou Xiqing left early, so he only had the old command of the company level. But when he heard the accent, the other party was not in the same company as him. How could they know our old command of the company level? Therefore, he became suspicious. Not to mention anything else, just the Vietnamese female agent just now spoke so much Chinese. Thinking of the gunshots from the foot of the mountain just now, Zhou Xiqing was probably in danger, but after a scheming, he thought about the plan and thought about it, and said, "It's your own people, you don't have any Northeastern people? Give them a few words! Don't bring a gun!"
Wu Fangge had a good idea. Although many Vietnamese agents have received Chinese training, they are at most Mandarin. In terms of local accents, most of them are Yunnan and Guangxi. It is not easy to get in touch with places north.
The other party responded indeed, stood up carelessly, and said with a smile: "Damn it, look at you, what can you believe?"
"It's indeed the authentic Northeast dialect." Wu Fangge was happy. He was really his own family. He was happy that he had no worries about 'treason'. After all, his own people were sentenced to him at most. But if he was a Vietnamese agent, it would be deadly. But after a few seconds, he was happy. He rushed over from the side and grabbed him, and his gun was also snatched.
"Oh no! I'm fooled!" Wu Fangge struggled hard and used all his skills. Since he was fighting for life, the effect of adrenaline was fully utilized. The two people almost didn't catch him. Finally, the soldier who was in the Northeast accent came over and punched him in the stomach. The punch was a little heavier, and Wu Fangge immediately collapsed to the ground in pain.
"Don't blame me, brother," said the Northeaster: "My name is He Jian, and I refer to the reconnaissance battalion in front."
"I'm x!" A soldier who had grabbed Wu Fangge's hands spread out his hands and said, "This brother is injured, I'm bleeding in one hand."
"Hurry up and bandage him." Another person came up below. Compared with the strong soldiers around him, this person was relatively weak in figure. The most outrageous thing was that this person seemed to be wearing a pair of glasses and scouts wearing glasses?
"Yes! Staff Officer Lu" Someone said that it was not a soldier, but an officer... I saw Wu Fangge, an officer wearing glasses in the regiment headquarters, enduring the pain. A soldier said to Wu Fangge: "Brother, raise your hand and let me see where you are injured."