What I shot with this shot was not the enemy...of course not the enemy. Although I consider myself to be a good shooter, I am not arrogant enough to kill two enemies with one shot in this situation.
Maybe it was a good choice to leave this bullet to the Vietnamese army on the wooden ladder, because I knew from the light on the bullet hole that he had not had time to get down from the wooden ladder. But I still did not do it because I was very worried.
Clearly, even if my bullet could hit him, he would inevitably die at the hands of another Vietnamese soldier.
One life for another? This has never been my style, and I also think that my life is the most important. Even if I trade a thousand or ten thousand enemies for my life, I will not frown.
refused on the spot.
Your life is your own, and you only have one.
So I never think about risking my life, I only think about how to escape.
Just like now, I would rather risk my life to gain a little more vitality for myself, rather than give up hope just because I can kill one more enemy.
So...my last bullet hit the doorknob.
The house is a wooden house and the door is a wooden door.
Through the little bit of moonlight that filtered through the bullet hole, I could see that there was an iron doorknob installed on the wooden door... One end of the doorknob was locked on the outside, and the other end was embedded in the wooden door. As you can imagine, this is what the owner of the house used.
The door lock used to prevent thieves is just a bit primitive.
What I hit...is the end embedded in the wooden door.
"Bang!" The penetrating power of the SVD sniper rifle did not disappoint me. One bullet knocked the iron doorknob away.
I didn't pause at all, I didn't even raise my foot to kick the door open in a hurry, I just slammed forward and flew out...
"Da da da..." There was a sound of gunfire behind me, and the bullets hit wood chips behind me.
I didn't dare to look back, because I knew very well that time was life to me now, and any pause might cause me to die under the enemy's gun. So at the first moment, I judged from the sound of gunfire that the enemy was on my left.
Finally, he pulled out his pistol and jumped out of the side of the house...
A Vietnamese soldier was shooting into the room with an AK47. When he saw me jumping out from the edge of the room, he couldn't help but be shocked. Maybe he didn't understand at all that the opponent who was in the room just now was locked inside.
Why did his opponent suddenly appear in front of him...
But he didn't need to understand, because the next moment I fired a bullet from my pistol and ended his life.
All of this sounds like a lot of noise. In fact, from the time I loaded the magazine to the time I shot and killed several Vietnamese soldiers, it only took a total of more than ten seconds... At this time, I was on the wooden ladder.
The Vietnamese army just reacted and jumped down from the wooden ladder.
However, before he could stand up straight, my pistol was already pressed against his head.
The Vietnamese Jap was stunned for a moment, with a flash of horror in his eyes. Perhaps he was surprised that I had such a quick reaction and killed five of his comrades in that instant, and finally held a gun to his head. Then he slowed down.
Slowly put down the gun and raised his hands...
But before he could raise his hands, my pistol had already made a "bang" sound, and the Japanese devil fell to the ground with his brains shattered before he could even hum.
I have to say sorry to this Vietnamese soldier. I am not a murderer, and of course I don’t hate him... In fact, now I feel that it is normal to fight and kill on the battlefield. There are battlefield rules on the battlefield, and it is not me who kills him.
You are the one who kills me. Especially at this time, this Vietnamese Japanese has surrendered. I should have disarmed him according to discipline and taken him back...
However, I am only thinking about another battlefield now, thinking about Zhang Fan, and I can't waste a little time. Obviously, killing him with one shot is the simplest and most time-saving way.
The next second, I put away the pistol, loaded a new magazine for the sniper rifle, and ran towards the grain drying field...
I hadn't run a few steps when I heard the sound of gunshots and curses coming from the grain drying field, so I couldn't help but feel relieved: The leader finally threw out his gun.
You can imagine what the Vietnamese army would be like after the commander was killed by me and the attention of the main force was attracted...the hundreds of people they controlled got dozens of pistols.
I could almost see the scene. Pistols were thrown into the crowd in the dark. At first, maybe everyone didn’t know what they were. Some people even thought of them as grenades. But when you take a closer look, you will be pleasantly surprised.
That turned out to be a loaded pistol.
...Then what else is there to say? Pick it up and shoot a few times at the Yue Jiazi holding the AK47 next to it. If you kill the Yue Jiazi, you can grab the AK47. Then the whole scene quickly gets out of control, and the Vietnamese army has so few people.
There is no way to gain the upper hand in this situation.
When I ran to Shai Guchang, I saw that the situation was exactly as I thought. One by one, the Vietnamese soldiers fell in a pool of blood, and the guns on their bodies had been transferred to the hands of the guard company or the wounded.
"Surf the gun and don't kill..."
"Loyalty versus magnanimity!"
…
Before I could react, I was surrounded by a large group of soldiers from the security company holding pistols or AK47s. Then I knew, was I being treated as a Jie?
Isn’t that right? The Vietnamese troops all wore PLA uniforms. Most of the guards even looked at me as strangers. Moreover, I was armed with an SVD sniper rifle that only Vietnamese devils had... No wonder they regarded me as
More than the devil.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling bitter. Damn it, after fighting all night, I didn't die in the hands of the Japanese, but I almost died in the hands of my own people.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot..." Xiao Wang stood up from the guard company and shouted repeatedly: "It's one of our own, he is the fighting hero Yang Xuefeng... The one who beat the enemy just now was staggering... It should be him
!”
"Hmm!" At this moment, the soldiers of the guard company put down their guns.
"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" A middle-aged cadre in military uniform stood up and held my hands tightly and said: "I am the guard company commander Xu Zhiqiang. You have done a great job tonight. Were you the one who threw the pistol to us?
?”
"I was the one who threw the pistol!" At this time, the leader stood up and said, "But... I did it according to Xiao Feng's words!"
"You still said that!" I angrily cursed at the leader: "Didn't I ask you to throw away the pistol after the fight? Why did it take so long?"
"Then..." the leader touched his head and said innocently: "I was thinking... what if I threw the gun to the Japanese? So... I just got closer and found the right place before throwing it away...
Just spend more time!"
Hearing this, I almost fainted. I looked at the leader in disbelief and said, "Then all the Vietnamese Japs are carrying AK47s, so why would they come to pick up your pistol?"
This is not obvious yet. If this pistol was thrown randomly...it would be useless if the Vietnamese army picked it up. However, if our army picked it up, it would cause a big wave because of its ability to resist. So does it need to find the right position?
"Well, this... I didn't expect this!"
I can only smile bitterly and be glad that I don't have such a soldier under my command.
"That's right!" I asked again: "Where is Zhang Fan? Where is he?"
"Yes, where did Zhang Fan go?"
"It seems that the Japanese are looking for Zhang Fan!"
…
"I saw that she seemed to have been taken away by the Vietnamese!" a soldier shouted.
"What?" Captain Xu asked in shock, "Why didn't you chase her when you saw her being taken away?"
"At that time..." the soldier said aggrievedly: "At that time I was fighting with the Vietnamese Japanese..."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel chills from head to toe. I fought for a long time... but in the end, the Vietnamese achieved their strategic goal and kidnapped Zhang Fan.
"You bastard, you..." Captain Xu scolded: "You haven't reported it for so long. Did you see which direction they fled?"
"This...didn't pay attention!"
Of course, Captain Xu also knew that this was no small matter, and immediately issued a series of orders: "One platoon stayed behind, two platoons, three platoons...start a search in squad units, and we must chase Zhang Fan back!"
"yes!"
"yes!"
…
The soldiers of the guard company immediately dispersed according to the order.
"Xiao Wang!" Then Captain Xu seemed to have remembered something, and shouted to Xiao Wang: "Go and bring up the police dogs immediately!"
"What? There are also police dogs?" I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this.
"Yes, Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Company Commander Xu nodded and replied: "In the past, medicines in our field hospital were always lost for no reason. In order to prevent thieves, we sent two police dogs here. I didn't expect that they would come in handy now!"
"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Then Company Commander Xu asked again: "Look...is there anything else that needs to be arranged?"
When I heard this, I couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and I even wondered if I heard it wrong.
A company commander actually asked me for my platoon commander’s advice?
This is a field hospital... Captain Xu is the commander of the security company of the field hospital. Not to mention that I am just a platoon leader. Even if my officer is older than him, I can only be regarded as an ordinary wounded person here, and he has to take care of it. But.
...He would actually ask me for instructions now?
"Well!" I replied a little unaccustomedly: "Very good, no objection!"
I think it's just that what I did just now made the company commander feel ashamed, so he behaved like this.
Soon the police dogs came up. Xiao Wang found a white coat that Zhang Fan had worn and let them sniff it... The police dogs were well trained. They sniffed and searched on the ground. After a while, they found Zhang Fan and Yue.
There was a confrontation between military agents, and then I ran forward along the smell... to the west.
This is also consistent with the direction of my analysis... To the north is China, and the Vietnamese agents will not be stupid enough to run in that direction. To the south is the hinterland of Vietnam, but if they want to go in this direction, the Vietnamese agents must escort Zhang Fan through several
Hundreds of People's Liberation Army soldiers are fighting with the Vietnamese army. No matter how stupid you are, you will know that they are looking for death. To the east... that is the direction I just walked in. At least I didn't find any suspicious people passing by.
This also enhanced my confidence in the police dog’s sense of smell, so I grabbed the gun and ran westward following the police dog and a dozen soldiers.