When I got the sniper rifle, I felt a surge of excitement in my heart for no reason, like a long-lost friend reunited; there was also a sense of stability, like having it gave me safety; there was also a desire,
It's like having a killer weapon in the game and wanting to go to the battlefield to kill a few people...
So I naturally put the butt of the gun on my shoulder and aimed at the house.
"Bang!" I pulled the trigger and fired the first bullet, and a ball of blood burst out from the house and a scream came from the house.
This guy is actually very careful and smart, because he hides behind the window, which prevents us from detecting the fire and smoke when he shoots. But his little cleverness is not enough to escape my eyes, because
The closed window... was only missing two pieces of glass, one up and one down. The top piece of glass was too high, and it was impossible to aim at us at that angle, so I looked at the empty piece of glass below.
The location of the target, as well as the location of the injured soldiers, can be roughly guessed.
"Bang!" I then fired another bullet, and there was another groan of pain in the house. Obviously, this shot did not kill the opponent, but at least it hit the target.
This is a Vietnamese soldier hiding behind the door panel. It should be said that if he hides behind the door panel, he can't see us and we can't see him. However, a big hole was cut out of the middle and lower part of the door panel by the shrapnel of the grenade.
, so this becomes an excellent shooting hole. If he moves a cabinet or cement board in front of him, it will be perfect, and few people will even think that he will hide there.
However, one thing he didn't expect was that once the AK47 fired continuously, the barrel would beat violently, and the bullets would fly around when the barrel beat. This caused several bullets to jump out of the shooting holes and make bullet holes in the door panel.
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I guessed his position based on the bullet hole and fired a bullet. I failed to kill the enemy because I am not a god. I could only guess his broad position but could not get to his vital points in detail.
Some people may say, couldn't the bullet hole in the door panel be made by our own soldiers? The enemy's bullets and our bullets both made a hole in the door panel, right?
But there is definitely a difference between them. The difference in direction is that one is coming and the other is past. The difference in life is that one is dead and the other is them. The difference in the door panel... is that it is still stuck.
The splinters of wood on the gun holes were pointed at us.
"Bang!" Another bullet was fired from my gun.
This shot was fired at the Vietnamese army who was trying to remove the bodies of their comrades. Like us, the Vietnamese will always try their best to remove the bodies of their comrades instead of leaving them with the enemy, even if it means paying the price with their lives.
Some people may find it strange that exchanging the lives of living people for the corpses of their comrades is obviously doing something stupid, right?
This is indeed true in terms of numbers, but the combat effectiveness of an army is sometimes not just reflected in the number of people. What an army needs more is a spirit, a kind of ruthlessness towards the enemy and love for one's own people.
Spirit, this spirit can tightly unite the various individuals in the army to form a terrifying force.
We know this, and of course the Vietnamese who are our apprentices also know this. So, there is another undead under my gun.
Then there was no movement in the private house, and I didn't find any new targets, but no one dared to move, they all waited quietly with their guns raised...
"People inside, listen!" After a while, the company commander leaned out of the cloak and shouted inside with a small loudspeaker: "You have been surrounded. The People's Liberation Army treats prisoners preferentially. Come out and surrender!"
Then the translator who was following the company commander took the loudspeaker and shouted in Vietnamese, but there was still no response.
The company commander winked at Scar and waved his hand to let them go up, but was stopped by a clean-skinned middle-aged cadre.
"Everyone is here, come back!" The cadre hurried to us, threw himself on the ground and shouted at us: "Everyone get down, everyone get down... No one is allowed..."
There was a loud "Boom!", and before the cadre could finish speaking, a huge fire broke out from the house in front of our eyes, and the broken bricks and tiles flew around above our heads...
"Damn it!" I cursed with fear as I looked at the pile of rubbish in front of me: "These Vietnamese Japs are really desperate for life. If we go up now... I'm afraid we will die together with them!"
"Perish together?" The cadre who reminded us shook his head and stood up, patted the muddy water on his body and said with a smile: "The Japanese Japs would not be in such a good mood to die together with us. They had already escaped from the tunnel!"
"Hmm! Tunnel?" Hearing this, the soldiers couldn't help but look at each other. It's not that we haven't heard of tunnels. In fact, China is the ancestor of tunnel warfare. So why is there a movie called tunnel warfare? It's just that we didn't know that the Japanese also played it.
This move.
"Since they all ran away, why did they blow up the house?" Xiao Shitou asked in confusion.
"What are you doing?" The cadre patted Xiao Shitou on the shoulder and said, "What else can we do? If you had just gone in, wouldn't you have blown them to pieces? Besides, they don't want us to find the entrance to the cave. Use this pile.
Just bury it brick by brick!"
"Captain, are you okay?" At this time, several guards hurried to the cadre and shouted: "Why did you run up here? How dangerous is this..."
"Captain?" The soldiers and I couldn't help but froze when we heard this.
The cadre known as the regiment leader waved his hand and impatiently interrupted the guard's words, saying: "Rescuing people is like putting out fires. How can we talk about danger at this time?"
It turned out that this cadre was still a regiment leader... After learning his identity, the expression on the soldier's face immediately became strange.
The company commander hurriedly stood up, straightened his uniform and stood up and said: "Report to the captain, if you hadn't reminded me just now, I'm afraid we would have sacrificed several soldiers!"
"Hey! We're all our comrades, so there's no need to say polite words!" It was obvious that the group leader didn't like that, and then he turned his eyes to me who was covered in dirt, looked at me, nodded and said, "It's not easy.
Ah! Comrade, in this case, you can kill three Vietnamese Japs with three bullets..."
"Report to the leader!" I replied: "Only two were killed, and one was injured. He should...should have run away!"
"Oh!" Hearing this, the group leader couldn't help laughing: "That's great! Being able to seek truth from facts..."
At this time, the group leader saw Scar and couldn't help but was startled. He went up to him, held Scar's hand and said, "Brother, thank you for your hard work!"
"Report to the leader!" Scar puffed up his chest and said, "It's not hard work!"
"Yes!" The leader nodded: "Take good care of these brothers, and we will get together after the war!"
"Yes!" Scar gritted his teeth and responded.
This was the first time I saw Scar being moved. It was obvious that he was gritting his teeth to prevent his tears from flowing down. At this time, there were more doubts in my mind... Scar actually knew the group leader.
, and the feelings seem to be very deep...
"Platoon leader! Do you know the regiment leader?" As soon as the regiment leader left, many soldiers asked their doubts, but they did not get the answer. Scar glared fiercely, letting these cowards know the difficulty.
And retreated. No wonder the soldiers all said behind their backs that Scar was killing the enemy both internally and externally. He shot the Japanese with guns externally, and frightened his own people internally with a ferocious look. I saw it today.
Speaking of which, the comrades beside me were really a bit naive. Seeing that Scar ignored them, they soon swarmed around me and made a fuss.
"Not bad, Comrade Yang Xuefeng! The regiment leader seems to have taken a liking to you!"
I said this...as if I was a big girl.
"Comrade, it's a good thing I have you! Otherwise, we wouldn't know where to put it!"
"That's right, so many comrades have been sacrificed, but not even a shadow of the Yue Japanese has been seen! If Comrade Yang Xuefeng hadn't killed a few of them, we would have all been laughed at!"
I can only smile bitterly at this. Is it as simple as not being laughed at on the battlefield? Is face more important than life?
Perhaps, for them, for an army, face is indeed more important than life, because they regard face as honor.
But for me, all I think about is survival, only survival.
"Well done!" At some point, Captain Li walked up to me and nodded in approval: "Comrade Yang Xuefeng, your performance on the battlefield is worthy of recognition, but I hope you won't be proud of it. I hope you can do it again."
Keep up the good work and achieve better results. Comrades must learn from Comrade Yang Xuefeng..."
As he said this, he took the lead in applauding, and soon there was a round of applause. I was a little baffled by this. Could it be that this is the style left over from the ten years of turmoil? You must know that this is a battlefield, and things can happen at any time.
There may be a few bullets or artillery shells flying over, but don’t forget to carry out ideological activities?
"That...company commander!" Because I was worried that the company commander would want me to express my thoughts or say a few words to the soldiers, I changed the topic and reluctantly handed over the sniper rifle in my hand.
: "This gun... I'd better hand it over!"
"I'd better leave it to you for safekeeping!" the company commander said with a smile: "This gun fell into your hands twice. It seems that it has some fate with you. And it can also play its role in your hands. Between us and
I will keep it in your custody until the main force gathers together!"
"Yes!" I had actually had this idea for a long time. Now that I heard the company commander's words, I couldn't refuse, so I immediately agreed readily.
But what I didn't expect was that this custody would last until the end of the war...