Chapter 934: Captured Alive

Under the moonlight, one off-road jeep and three trucks were driving rapidly on the road at a great distance from each other, heading southeast.

"Company Commander, can we still catch up?"

The scenery retreated rapidly, the communications soldier sat in the passenger seat, holding the handle and swaying, asking Wang Yan who was driving uncertainly.

"You haven't been to our regimental headquarters? The regimental headquarters has so many people, documents, and supplies; it's not something that can be evacuated quickly. The Vietnamese monkeys aren't that elite yet. Besides, they must also know that our force crossing the river is not large, so they retreat more calmly, without panic. We attacked, and it's only been half an hour since the gunfire started. There's only this one road, they definitely can't run far."

Wang Yan was certain. As he said, they didn't delay much time. Not long after the war started, they captured the company commander who had a cousin as a battalion commander, and then reported to the rear, quickly gathered the troops, found these few vehicles, and set off directly to pursue. Although they cleared some small obstacles along the way, the battle was rapid and didn't delay much time, which was why he asked the battalion commander if he wanted them dead or alive.

A regiment of one or two thousand people, the regimental headquarters' guards, logistics, administration, etc., added up to two or three hundred people. Wang Yan didn't think the Vietnamese army's wartime maneuver speed could be that fast, especially when they knew the force crossing the river was not large, so they wouldn't be too worried. And this was also because they had a rough grasp of the troops crossing the river, so they wouldn't have a whole regiment sneak over silently. And since only a company came, they weren't afraid.

Of course, maybe there were other reasons. After all, they were challenging China, and although they valued it, it was hard to avoid some contempt. This was not a contradictory statement. After all, 17 years had passed since the war against India, and it had been over twenty years since the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. Furthermore, perhaps they also had doubts about everything back then.

The artillery from receiving coordinates, determining the attack, to the adjustment of the cannons, loading, and finally firing, all took time. And the distance Wang Yan was from the main artillery group position was already approaching twenty kilometers.

So it was Wang Yan's car that caught up with the Vietnamese army's regimental headquarters transfer convoy first.

Seeing the jeep approaching with its lights on, the Vietnamese army sitting in the trucks behind didn't suspect anything. They were still chatting and laughing in the trucks, mocking the damn Chinese monkeys.

Wang Yan didn't pay attention to them either, but drove straight past them, heading further ahead.

"Company Commander, these Vietnamese monkeys aren't much either!" The soldier crouching in the back seat shouted loudly.

"Sit tight, they'll react in a moment."

At this time, Wang Yan had already approached the jeep in the center of the convoy. He rolled down the window, pulled out the Type 54 pistol from his waist, held it with his left hand, and shot out the tires at close range. With a force of over two hundred people and over ten vehicles, Wang Yan only looked for the jeep's tires to hit.

A flat tire had some impact on vehicles moving slowly, but it wasn't that great, and the Vietnamese monkeys driving the cars saved them in an instant.

But they didn't continue driving. The penetrating power of gunfire was still very strong, not to mention Wang Yan shooting from back to front. They stopped the cars the first time, shouting to organize defense and counterattack.

Bullets hit behind the jeep, *pitter-patter* ringing out.

Wang Yan drove the car, swaying left and right, snake-like maneuvering, and didn't forget to shout loudly: "Everyone okay?"

"Okay!" The three soldiers squeezed in the back seat all responded loudly, very spirited, and crisp, having already prepared for battle.

Wang Yan's car drove out over two hundred meters before stopping. It was also at this moment that the familiar *whoosh whoosh whoosh* sound of breaking air rang out, and shells from the 59, 60, and 66-type cannons and howitzers smashed down and exploded, very accurately covering the Vietnamese army that was organizing defense and counterattack.

The explosion scene was still quite good to look at; some were blown to death on the spot, some cars were blown over, and one car was loaded with shells, which were spectacular because of the shells coming from afar. A rough look at the force of over two hundred people, just this one wave of artillery fire, had destroyed half of their combat effectiveness. Everything was within Wang Company Commander's calculations.

"Find cover, no need to seek to leave them alive."

While the artillery was firing, Wang Yan had already done a beautiful tail-flick, driving back another hundred meters. After giving this instruction, he opened the door and got out, flipped directly to the side of the roadbed, raised his rifle, and fired *bang bang bang*.

At the same time, the soldiers of the other three platoons under his command also stopped their cars on the road, quickly got out and dispersed, surrounding and attacking the Vietnamese army.

It was an encirclement; the soldiers acted quickly and very tacitly, rapidly dispersing to both sides, spreading out an encirclement. The soldiers who got out of the cars first conducted fire suppression, providing time and space for the soldiers behind to quickly insert to the sides, continuing fire suppression, and step by step opening the encirclement.

The only way to survive was to the south, which was guarded by Wang Yan and three other soldiers.

Although the Vietnamese army was stunned by the bombing and even more stunned by the sharp attack, the command system obviously hadn't failed yet. They used the jeeps that hadn't been bombed but just had their tires shot out as cover, and others also dispersed to both sides of the road, orderly counterattacking and breaking through.

But obviously, they chose the wrong direction. Wang Company Commander, one person, one rifle, especially with the fire suppression of other soldiers, harvested quite a lot of heads himself.

These Vietnamese soldiers' marksmanship was mostly not good enough. Bullets were flying everywhere on the battlefield, and being able to stabilize and fire at a rough target without fear or a muddled brain was already a rare soldier, not to mention they were over a hundred meters away. Especially in the current situation, the Vietnamese army was passive; they had already lost their morale and were just firing bullets wildly.

But corresponding to this, the performance of Wang Yan's soldiers was very stable—bold, steady hands, and calm hearts. The bullets fired were all within a fixed range, and the accuracy was much higher.

The most important point was that the Vietnamese army was the anxious one. The more anxious, the more mistakes they would make, and the more mistakes they made, the faster they would die.

But this also powerfully proved one point: the main leaders of the 192nd Regiment under the Huanglianshan Provincial Military Command had not all been bombed to death; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to break through in an orderly manner as they were now...

Although the firepower Wang Yan endured was very strong, relying on his flexible body and accurate marksmanship, plus the firepower of the other three soldiers, he still beat the Vietnamese monkeys so they couldn't break through.

His battle was actually very boring and had no watchability; it was nothing more than firing a shot and changing a place. Of course, he didn't just fire one shot, but two shots.

Mainly because he was using a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and no one was loading bullets for him on the side, so he could only quickly stuff two bullets in the gap of tactical movements to dodge attacks. But his two bullets almost always claimed lives; at least one had to die. Not everyone was lucky enough to dodge his bullets, and not every time could they be lucky enough.

This caused the Vietnamese army behind to cover the retreat without much happening, but those charging south to break through suffered heavy casualties, to the point that the Vietnamese monkeys who might have been laughing at the Chinese monkeys before didn't dare to charge anymore.

Separated by only dozens of meters, Wang Yan even heard the scolding of the Vietnamese officers, and immediately smiled and threw a grenade over, blowing down three people. Taking advantage of the enemy's panic, he fired *bang bang*—two shots, knocking down two more.

Then the battle ended very smoothly, because it was too brutal, and the Vietnamese monkeys couldn't bear it; they threw away their guns from afar and raised their hands in the dark.

The soldiers held their rifles and slowly surrounded them. This was a very tense moment; a very simple move could lead to casualties on their own side and the miserable death of the other side.

Fortunately, the other side surrendered very thoroughly, and no one played any tricks. The soldiers disarmed them one by one, drove them together, and counted the number of people, finally capturing eighty-nine people. In the short artillery fire and gunfight, Wang Yan and his soldiers killed over a hundred people.

And their own casualties were only sixteen. Four died directly, five were seriously injured and unlikely to survive, and seven were affected and had to go back for treatment—a battle loss ratio of one to ten, especially since they were fighting elites.

The regimental headquarters' combat personnel were naturally elites. And the eighty-nine people alive now were mostly administrative staff.

"Your mother, is a regiment commander amazing? You're still glaring?" The hot-tempered soldier, seeing that the monkey regiment commander had been captured and still dared to glare at Wang Company Commander, went up and gave him a big slap.

Wang Yan shook his head with amusement: "Don't be so reckless, waiting to be disciplined?"

"Is this China's attitude toward prisoners?" The monkey regiment commander wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He spoke Chinese.

This was a man in his forties, looking very capable. At this age, he must have fought all the way through the anti-French, anti-American, and unification wars, and could be considered experienced in battle.

*Slap*...

Wang Yan smiled and put down his hand: "A defeated general, who are you pretending to be? Get out of the way and squat down properly."

The soldier who had just slapped him kicked him with a *clang*, kicking him into the pile of people, and turned back to giggle at Wang Yan: "Company Commander, didn't you say you'd be disciplined?"

"That's me being disciplined; can I let you carry it?" Wang Yan slapped the back of his head, "Our discipline is there; this is a fine tradition. Be steady, don't be so reckless."

"It's okay, Company Commander, you don't have to help me, isn't it just writing a self-criticism? What's the big deal."

"It's not just writing a self-criticism, your wings are stiff? Discipline is discipline. You must write a self-criticism for me when you go back, but criticize your current loose attitude of ignoring discipline, not the matter of hitting prisoners. Alright, get out of the way, looking at you is annoying." Wang Yan gave the soldier a light kick, kicking him aside.

At this time, the communications soldier walked over: "Company Commander, the battalion commander says our action is too fast, and the battle in the rear hasn't finished yet. If we can take them, then we'll retreat directly. If not, we have to hurry back slowly, pay attention to the enemy coming from Bao Thang. He says our movement here is not small, Bao Thang must have noticed, let us be careful. Prisoners can be ignored, ensure our own safety is the priority."

Wang Yan nodded and said loudly: "Everyone, check weapons, replenish ammunition. Aren't the three trucks we drove over still fine? Send these prisoners and the wounded onto the trucks, and we'll walk back to Old Street. Be fast, there might be reinforcements from Bao Thang, the sooner we leave, the better."

Following the order, the soldiers busied themselves in an orderly manner, laughing and talking as they returned to Old Street.

Wang Yan, this company commander, fell far behind, carrying his weapon and swaying as he covered the rear. He was actually quite hoping for the enemy to come from Bao Thang; not only could they fight another battle, but they could also attract quite a bit of firepower, providing some help to the 37th Division attacking Bao Thang, killing two birds with one stone... ===== CHAPTER 935 =====

He mainly used the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and since no one was there to reload for him, he had to quickly shove in two rounds during the gaps in his tactical maneuvers to dodge attacks. Yet, his two bullets were almost always lethal; at the very least, one person would die. Not everyone was lucky enough to dodge his bullets, and luck didn't hold up every single time.

This resulted in the Vietnamese troops providing covering fire for the retreat being largely unaffected, while those charging south to break through suffered heavy casualties, to the point where the Vietnamese monkeys, who might have been mocking the "Chinese monkeys" earlier, no longer dared to charge.

Separated by only a few dozen meters, Wang Yan even heard the shouting and cursing of the opposing officer. He immediately threw a grenade over with a chuckle, blowing three of them down. Taking advantage of the enemy's panic, he fired two more shots, *bang, bang*, and took down two more.

Then the battle ended very smoothly, because it was too brutal; the Vietnamese monkeys couldn't take it. They threw their guns away from a distance and raised their hands in the darkness.

The soldiers held their guns and slowly surrounded them. This was a very tense moment; a single careless move could result in casualties for their own side or the miserable death of the other.

Fortunately, the enemy surrendered quite thoroughly, and no one tried any tricks. The soldiers disarmed them one by one, herded them together, and tallied the numbers, ultimately capturing eighty-nine men. In the short burst of artillery and gunfire, Wang Yan and the soldiers under his command had killed over a hundred people.

As for their own casualties, they were no more than sixteen. Four died outright, five were severely wounded and unlikely to survive, and seven had to be sent back for treatment, affecting their combat capability. The casualty ratio was one to ten, especially considering they were fighting elite troops.

The combat personnel of the regimental headquarters were naturally elite. But of the eighty-nine now alive, most were administrative staff.

"Damn it, so you're a regimental commander, big deal? You still glaring?" A hot-tempered soldier, seeing that even the monkey commander had been captured and still dared to glare and stiffen his neck at Company Commander Wang, walked up and slapped him hard across the face.

Wang Yan, who had just finished treating the wounded, shook his head with a wry smile: "Don't be so reckless. Are you waiting to be disciplined?"

"Is this the attitude of the Chinese toward prisoners?" The monkey commander wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, speaking in Chinese.

He was a man in his forties, looking very capable. At this age, he must have fought all the way through the anti-French, anti-American, and unification wars, and could be considered a veteran of many battles.

*Smack*...

Wang Yan chuckled and lowered his hand: "A defeated general, who the hell are you putting on an act for? Get lost and squat down properly."

The soldier who had just slapped him kicked him hard, sending him into the pile of people, then turned back and grinned at Wang Yan: "Company Commander, didn't you say I'd be disciplined?"

"That would be me getting disciplined, could I let you guys take the fall?" Wang Yan slapped the back of his head, "We have our discipline; this is a fine tradition. Be steady, don't be so reckless."

"It's fine, Company Commander, you don't need to help me. Isn't it just writing a self-criticism? What's the big deal?"

"Just writing a self-criticism, huh? Your wings getting stiff? Discipline is discipline. You must write me a self-criticism when you get back, but it's for your current lax attitude toward discipline, not for hitting the prisoner. Alright, get lost, you're annoying me." Wang Yan gave the soldier a kick, not too hard, sending him aside.

At this moment, the communications soldier walked over: "Company Commander, the Battalion Commander says our action was too fast, and the battle in the rear isn't over yet. If we can take them, we should withdraw directly. If not, we have to hurry back slowly, and watch out for enemies coming from the direction of Bao Thang. He says there's quite a commotion on our side, and Bao Thang must have noticed, so he wants us to be extremely careful. We can ignore the prisoners if we have to, but we must ensure our own safety."

Wang Yan nodded and said loudly: "Everyone, check your weapons and replenish your ammunition. Aren't those three trucks we drove over still in good shape? Put these prisoners and the wounded on the trucks, and we'll march back to Lao Cai on foot. Move fast; there might be enemy reinforcements from Bao Thang, the sooner we leave, the better."

Following the order, the soldiers busied themselves in an orderly fashion, chatting and laughing as they headed back to Lao Cai.

Wang Yan, the company commander, lagged far behind, carrying his weapon and swaying as he brought up the rear. He was actually quite hoping for enemy reinforcements from Bao Thang; not only could they have another fight, but they could also attract a fair amount of firepower, providing some assistance to the 37th Division attacking Bao Thang—killing two birds with one stone...