The only way to make a VC scream like that was for Rambo to wait them silently in the dark, all alone while being completely immersed in paddy water.
John made sure that the entire line of VC soldiers walked past him first so that he could go for the one on the end.
With a textbook move, he'd taken them from behind. He’d put one arm around the guy’s neck, in a choke hold, shutting his mouth to keep the noise down. With the other arm, he’d stab the asshole.
Rambo didn't want to slit his throat open, or anything quick like that. In cases like those, he would rather stab these assholes in the chest because it would drag on longer.
In other words, he wasn’t keen on quick kills fundamentally because the Vietcong weren’t meant to die quickly or painlessly
At any rate, he was going to be Rambo's decoy for his getaway.
Without easing up on his choke-hold at all, Rambo dragged him down onto the ground. Then, with much indifference and only one hand, he cut the tendons around the soldier’s calves, paralysing him instantly. He then took the knife and stabbed him right in stomach, opening it and proceeded to disembowel him.
It’ll take that Goddamn Vietcong at least twenty minutes to die in his state.
Still covering the Vietcong's mouth, Rambo put his knife back in its cover and took out a claymore out of his gear.
Once he had tied the mine to the soldier’s leg he tossed it into the water next to him.
The mine was set to go off as soon as his mates came to his rescue.
The time had come to go.
When Rambo finally moved his hand and uncovered the soldier's mouth, he started screaming and didn’t stop as he crawled and limped precariously through the minefield, continuing until he was out of sight.
As Rambo distanced himself from there, he really hoped what he had just done, in his attempt to flee the enemy, would never happen again.
Despite everything, it hurt.
It really hurt a lot.
What he’d just done was the kind of thing a man deserved to burn in hell for. He never wanted to turn into someone like that.
He wouldn’t, not him.
Anyone else could do, but not him, he wouldn’t.
Nevertheless, that’s what he’d become and done to survive.
Being able to forgive himself for something that terrible or trying to forget about it as well,
These things would become feats to get over for him.