On the eve of the Vietnam War, I entered Vietnam with a scout squad. The mission was to reconnaise the deployment of the Vietnamese army on our way forward and clear obstacles for our army's attack.

Scout Squadron

On the eve of Vietnam War , I entered Vietnam with a scout squad. The task was to reconnaise the deployment of the Vietnamese army on the road ahead of our army and clear obstacles for our army's attack. After advancing more than 10 kilometers, the

team encountered a newly deployed anti-tank position by the Vietnamese army in a dangerous highway pass, which was unable to pass for the time being. After sending a report to the command center, it was detected by the Vietnamese army's radio direction finding. The small team sent by the Vietnamese army was caught by us. We were worried that the Vietnamese army would have to leave here immediately. We used the Vietnamese army uniforms we wore to embark on the main road. After a while, three trucks came from behind us.

Vietnamese soldiers

Everyone was calm and calm, pretending to be the Vietnamese reconnaissance squad that had returned from the border to perform a mission. The second squad leader looked back and found that the empty car was coming from the winding mountain road. He hurriedly said to the captain, "Let's take the bus to come." The captain nodded. When the car was approaching us, the interpreter and a squad leader stopped the car with a gun. The Vietnamese lieutenant led the team stretched out his head from the cab with an impatient look. The interpreter also had the rank of lieutenant and told him in Vietnamese that we had come back from the secret mission, and the car that picked us up did not come. We will not wait. Please take us a paragraph. The lieutenant looked at us and waved his hand to signal to get on the car.

Mountainous areas of northern Vietnam

I didn’t expect things to go so smoothly. The Vietnamese soldiers who were busy on the hillside of the highway did not pay attention to us and watched the truck drive over. After turning a few foothills, about 3 or 4 kilometers, leaving the steep section of the road, and entering the mountains. The captain wanted to translate and signal the parking lot, and told the Vietnamese lieutenant that we were going to get down and pass through the path. After getting off the train, I marched for two hours. He was sweating profusely and panting when he walked. Seeing that everyone was tired, the captain ordered him to rest on the spot. When everyone was able to eat and drink, the captain and the two squad leaders studied the map and determined the location. According to the map , the road mileage , it was almost time to reach Tea Spirit.

After resting for half an hour, he continued to move forward and entered a canyon. There was a stream between the two mountains. Everyone filled the kettle, threw a piece of disinfectant, and filled it with a stomach full of it.

When you walk out of the valley quickly, the vanguard sends a signal indicating that there is something. The captain and several others found that after harvesting, several farmers were herding cattle in the rice fields. After careful observation, two people were carrying spears.

The team shortened the distance again, disguised as a Vietnamese squad, and walked towards the main road. It was strange that the small team walked towards the main road, and the two farmers carrying spears also walked towards the main road. They stood by the roadside and watched the team approach, and the translator with Lieutenant Dai's military rank first asked them, and after a few conversations, they followed the team. As I passed by them, I glanced at us at a glance. The two of them were about 40 years old, looking straight at us. After walking a long way, I looked back and stared at us. Looking back afterwards, although we were wearing Vietnamese military uniforms, the translator and guide looked similar to the Vietnamese, with a wide mouth, thick lips, and a short nose bridge. The combat backbone that was temporarily strengthened from the Northern Military Region before the war was the northern soldiers with a long nose bridge, a small mouth, thin lips, slender eyes, and a taller northern soldiers. And the team accounts for nearly half. The two of them are undoubtedly retired veterans and have met Chinese soldiers who resisted the United States and aided Vietnam.

Vietnamese soldiers

Captain whispered a low order to speed up, and followed the road into the canyon, crossing the two mountains together. Look at the distance, and walk up the mountain quickly. Shortly after going up the mountain, a convoy came from the south, starting with an three-wheeled motorcycle, and two Chinese-made Jiefang trucks each carried more than 30 green-collared soldiers, and drove over quickly.

Northern Chinese soldiers

We were walking on the ridge, and two soldiers ran to the front to explore the way. This time, the vanguard was two other people. If they were always serving as vanguards, they would easily become nervous and tired. The captain asked the soldiers to take turns and the efficiency was higher.

Suddenly, the second squad leader reported that the captain had a situation. On the way we just came, I saw the farmer grazing in the telescope standing beside the motorcycle on the road, pointing to the mountain where we were, and drawing.

Captain ordered to speed up, but it was too difficult to walk. There were more than one person in the area, the dense thatched grass, dense bamboo forests, and dense thorns, and the machetes were chopping forward.

On the highway, the Vietnamese motorcycles and trucks drove back and quickly rushed ahead of us. There was no other way, so we could only walk forward.

Climbing this ridge, it was almost dark. I saw a small basin, at the foot of the mountain, several patrol teams were walking, each with more than 30 people. We are probably surrounded. There must be pursuers behind. Fortunately, it was dark and the enemy would not act for the moment.

At night, the Vietnamese army lit a bonfire and surrounded the mountain. The captain asked the guide if there was a remote place to break through. The guide said that the mountain was covered with a cliff on one side and a highway on the other side. There were also bonfires on the side of the road, and motorcycles and cars rushed back and forth. The captain came to me and signaled me to turn on the computer. I quickly connected and sent an emergency signal to the command center.

(To be continued)