allonlinenovel Chapter 376 Heart-wrenching Pain!
Chapter 376 Heart-wrenching Pain!
Everything happened so suddenly that everyone in the truck bed watched helplessly as the grenade rolled in, completely forgetting to dodge and having no time to react, because they never expected that in this 'safe zone,' a grenade would be thrown from the hands of an old woman who could barely walk.
Zhong Yuemin, who was sitting inside, roared, "Danger! Dodge... Boom!"
The grenade exploded!
He couldn't care less about the spatial explosion at this moment. Instinctively, he grabbed Zhang Haiyang and Ning Wei on either side of him, urgently activating his consciousness to instantly enter the space. However, he was still hit by the shockwave of the bomb.
Too close.
A violent explosion resounded inside the enclosed truck bed. Scorching flames, a violent shockwave, and countless pre-fabricated fragments swept through like the Grim Reaper's scythe, tearing everything apart in the confined space!
The air was blasting and scorching hot; even someone with Ning Wei's formidable physique couldn't withstand it, and he fainted on the spot. Zhang Haiyang suffered the same fate.
Although he was still conscious, he was in great pain. The space was deathly silent, save for his heavy, painful breathing and the piercing pain in his ribs, as if he had been stabbed hard with a dagger. But he couldn't care less about checking his own injuries or the condition of Zhang Haiyang and Ning Wei; only one thought occupied his mind.
Outside!
Suppressing the dizziness and excruciating pain, he once again forced his consciousness out of the space.
The horrific scene before my eyes instantly shifted, as if I had returned to the fierce hand-to-hand combat where I held the nameless hill against the swarming enemy troops.
The pungent smell of blood and gunpowder mixed together assaulted the nasal cavity.
As far as the eye could see, there was only devastation and horrific devastation!
The tarpaulin of the Liberation truck they had just been riding in had been completely torn and blown off, and most of the sideboards of the truck bed were twisted, broken, and nowhere to be found.
The wagon bed, which was originally packed with soldiers, is now just a charred, twisted metal frame, covered with shocking dark red stains and broken limbs.
The body was a bloody mess, with severed limbs scattered everywhere; it was impossible to find a complete corpse.
Hot blood dripped down the broken car body, pooling into small, glaring red patches on the dusty ground.
Just seconds ago, these were living, breathing comrades, laughing and talking, longing to go home!
"Tiezhu, Mantun, Lao Qin..."
Zhong Yuemin, his eyes bloodshot, knelt on the truck bed, which was covered in blood and bits of flesh, screaming hysterically as he searched for his reconnaissance team members, but none of them answered him.
"Where are you?! Mantun... Tiezhu! Old Qin!!!"
He saw that familiar, faded old military uniform jacket, on which one could still faintly see the marks left by the friction of machine gun bullet belts.
That's a whole stockpile of clothes!
He rushed over, only to see... a body torn in two by the explosion, the upper and lower body separated, intestines and internal organs exposed.
The shock of the explosion still lingered on that honest face; his eyes were wide open, but all their luster had long since vanished.
"Fully stocked up!!!"
Zhong Yuemin let out a desperate howl like a wounded wild beast, reaching out his hand but daring not to touch it, as if the slightest touch would shatter this cruel scene, along with his last glimmer of hope.
The other team members, Wang Tiezhu, Lao Qin... didn't even have a complete skeleton.
Just minutes ago, their laughter echoed in the truck bed. Wang Tiezhu was still dreaming about going to Beijing with them for a good time after they got back, to see Tiananmen Square. Mantun chuckled and said he just wanted to eat a hearty meal of pork stew with vermicelli. Old Qin said he was going to pay respects to his deceased wife and children, because his husband had avenged them...
This "Mountain Eagle" squad braved hail of bullets, faced enemies many times their size, conquered fortified positions, and even infiltrated enemy territory to capture an enemy division commander alive.
They are true heroes, warriors who have made great contributions in battle.
They were about to cross the Red River, return to their motherland, receive flowers and applause, collect the medals earned with blood and fire, and enjoy the glory due to the victors...
The results of it?
They didn't fall on the grueling charge, nor did they perish before the fortified enemy positions, but rather during this seemingly "safe" retreat...
In the instant they lowered their guard, a frail old woman, whom they had treated with the last shred of humanity, sent them to hell in the most despicable and vicious way!
This is not a sacrifice, it is murder, it is betrayal, it is a wrongful death filled with extreme resentment!
"what!!!"
An indescribable emotion, a mixture of overwhelming rage, piercing pain, and suffocating grief, erupted in his chest like a volcanic eruption.
His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and tears mixed with the blood and dust on his face flowed down uncontrollably.
These brothers who had followed him through thick and thin did not die on the battlefield, but fell victim to conspiracy and betrayal!
How could he accept this?
How could I possibly accept this?!
Zhong Yuemin reached out his trembling, blood-stained hand and gently closed Mantun's wide-open eyes, his grief heart-wrenching.
"Mantun, Tiezhu, Lao Qin, brothers... I'm so sorry... I didn't lead you well... I, sob sob sob..."
Her voice was hoarse and broken, and large tears streamed down her face, filled with endless self-blame and pain.
The next second, his bloodshot eyes suddenly locked onto the Type 56 assault rifle lying to the side, stained with the blood and bits of flesh of his comrades.
Without any hesitation, he grabbed his gun like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey and leaped off the still burning, blood-dripping wreckage of the truck.
His gaze instantly fell on the old woman lying not far from the street, also thrown over by the blast wave of the grenade. She was sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain, her tattered clothes soaked with her own blood and the splatter from the explosion, and blood dribbling from the corner of her mouth, clearly indicating that she had also been injured by shrapnel.
However, when the old woman's gaze met Zhong Yuemin's eyes, which seemed to come from the deepest hell, a twisted, eerie smile, filled with extreme mockery and a hint of triumphant satisfaction, squeezed out from her wrinkled and pained face.
He was muttering Vietnamese in a language that Zhong Yuemin couldn't understand, but the malice and provocation in his tone were palpable.
Self-explanatory!
That smile was like a red-hot iron rod, piercing deeply into Zhong Yuemin's already fragile nerves!
"Fuck you!!!"
"Fuck you!!!"
"Da da da……"
Zhong Yuemin raised his gun, pulled the trigger, and opened fire, riddling people with bullets. This was the first time he had ever killed a woman!