Chen Bin dared to swear that in his millions of fantasies about the battlefield and the first shot of his own, there was absolutely no such scene now.
The first one who fell under his gun was not a vicious enemy soldier, nor a terrorist wearing a black turban, but a woman!
But at this point, Chris may be a little worse than himself. Because his first shot was given to a child...
This bad experience inevitably made Chen Bin and Chris a little depressed. This is a conflict of values ​​developed under long-term education, for them.
Killing people and killing a vicious enemy is the job they should do. Not to mention guilt, they can even excitedly return to the camp at night to brag about their style of shooting with their comrades.
However, women and children... obviously some of the impact on the two people's views...
However, in the face of this problem, Chen Bin accepted it much faster than Chris. Even when night came, Chen Bin could in turn comfort Chris.
"Hey man. It's no big deal, you know, if you don't kill him, then he'll kill Marines...you just did what you should do!"
Sitting beside the bed, Chen Bin rarely did not continue to flip through his French textbook. Biggs, who was opposite the bed, also put down the comics in his hand and turned his attention to Chris.
"Chen is right! Chris, there are only two types of people in this damn place. It is not women and men, but one's own people and enemies! Instead of thinking that you killed that child, it is better to think from another perspective. Your shot today protected the lives of ten Marine soldiers! You are a hero!"
"Damn, I really envy you two. These days, Roll and I took those Ma Run to search buildings. Apart from some guys who are reluctant to give up their homes and want money but don't even meet them! You have already opened their buds..."
"Okay, OK, don't talk about it. I'm not a child, I can still understand this truth. I'm just protecting the Marines. This is my job. If he doesn't take the grenade, I will naturally not shoot..."
As Chris said, as a normal middle-aged man in his thirties, his emotional regulation ability is still online. A smile appeared on his face, as if this matter had just passed. However, Chris's performance seemed to be quite self-hypnotic in Chen Bin's opinion.
He forced the psychological guilt of shooting the little boy to protecting the soldiers' sense of honor. Chen Bin couldn't say whether this was right or not. He was not a psychologist or something. Even if he felt that this was not right, Chen Bin couldn't say anything.
But Chen Bin doesn't want to talk, it doesn't mean that the topic will not come to him...
"When it comes to children, Chen seems to be the youngest among us, right? He is 22 years old, just a new college graduate in California. He is now a sergeant, and... Chen, are you okay? I think you don't seem to have any emotional changes? You shouldn't have any violent tendencies, right?"
"You must be kidding?"
He picked up the smelly socks beside the bed, aimed them at Biggs, who looked funny and threw them over.
"I just feel that it has nothing to do with me. Whether it is women or children, they attack our soldiers with weapons, which is my target. Do you understand?"
"That's right, I don't know them, and I don't care whether my target is a human or a ghost. I just need to know that the bullets I shoot can solve them. It's like playing a game? Which NPC enemies do you want to kill can pass the level. When you kill them, you only think that your mission is still a few targets. Will you feel that the NPC killed by your character are pitiful?"
Even though he was having fun, Chen Bin still thought about his thoughts seriously and then told them truthfully.
"Fake, you're such a cold-blooded monster!"
A military barrack version of the night tea party ended with Biggs' stinky socks that came back. Chen Bin did not agree with Biggs' cold blood.
Regarding Chen Bin's evaluation of himself, perhaps...the exquisite egoists are more appropriate?
When I was eighteen or precisely speaking, before I entered the army at the age of seventeen, everything I did was almost for my own desires. When I was studying, whether I skipped classes and surfed the Internet or stayed up late to read novels, I almost never thought that one day I would have to make a name for myself, go out of my poor rural hometown, earn higher salaries, and improve my family's life.
The most important thing is to live comfortably!
It was not until he entered the army and was brainwashed by the sense of collective honor that Chen Bin slowly changed. As the saying goes, it is easy to change the country and nature is difficult to change. It doesn’t mean that he knows that this is a mission world that has nothing to do with him, even in the real world.
Chen Bin felt that when he encountered the same situation, he would still make the same choice as he is now.
Anyway, the person who was killed has nothing to do with him, right? Instead, killing them yourself can get a lot of benefits.
Like in ancient times, cutting off the enemy's head and receiving rewards was gone. But the increase in his own record was real. Isn't this thing that makes me get a reward in disguise?!
As for the role of promotion and salary increase in this mission world, it is really a matter of opinion. Learning language, going out during vacation can be a rush, walking the path you once wanted to walk, and seeing the scenery you once wanted to see...
What's wrong with doing?
I was speechless all night, and the next day's work continued.
The soldiers of the First Land Division were not scared by yesterday's attack. They searched the city's formation and continued to move towards the next block in an orderly manner.
Chen Bin also took Mogaro early to deploy on the roof of another building 800 meters away from the previous sniper point. After a few days of contact and cooperation, both the cooperation between the two and the other sniper teams became more and more familiar.
Even leaning against the wall on the roof, Mogaro took out an old-fashioned key-click game console from his pocket and played with relish.
"Hey, soldier! Are you a little too presumptuous?"
"During the service, I played the game console in front of the superior, but I didn't know how to treat the superior first, so you can go back..."
Chen Bin really can't be interested in this kind of game console that can only play Tetris, which is amazing for multiple Mario or Contras. The scolding in his mouth is more of a joke, and some psychological search for balance.
Just kidding, isn't it?!
I am the sergeant of the Seals Team 3, all of whom are snatching the telescope and guarding you. Are you having fun with yourself, a second-class private? Don’t scold him, scare the recruit, Chen Bin feels that he is going to be a pants...
However, before Chen Bin finished speaking, a sudden, completely unintentional palpitations suddenly surged into his heart. The hairs all over his body seemed to stand up like needles in an instant...
My body couldn't help but tremble suddenly...
Chapter completed!