First of all, the first thing I did was to find some rags to wrap around the sniper rifle.
I did this because I didn’t want to make the same mistake as its previous owner. The barrel and sniper scope of this sniper rifle were too obvious. If there was a sniper hiding in secret, I would definitely be the one to take aim.
It's much better to wrap it with rags, and I still used rags torn off from the old military uniform to wrap it up. It looks like the same color as the military uniform when I wear it on my back. You really can't tell it unless you look carefully.
However, I soon started to worry about the bullets of this sniper rifle... I just checked the magazine and there were only two bullets left. What should I do if the gun is out of bullets? I even took a chance. I mentally compared my 56 and a half bullets and found that the sizes of the two bullets were completely different...
Even if I don't know much about military knowledge, I still know that bullets of different sizes cannot be used universally.
This undoubtedly poured cold water on me. Isn’t it useless if I have a gun but no ammunition? Does it mean that I have to pay the ammunition from the Vietnamese Japanese every time?
Damn it! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but curse in my heart. It seems that I am really "keeping" this sniper rifle now. Not to mention that I have an extra baggage on me, and it is very likely that I will become a Vietnamese soldier. sniper target.
But all said and done, I still can't bear to throw this thing away as a burden.
"Comrades!" At this time, the instructor came up and called me together. He looked at the notebook in his hand and said to us: "First of all, let me tell you some good news. We have successfully captured Lao Cai!"
"good!"
"long live Chairman Mao!"
“Down with Vietnamese revisionism!”
…
This time, I believe everyone is happy from the bottom of their hearts, not because of anything else, but because they thought it would take a big battle to win the old street, but they didn't expect that the task was completed easily.
Yes, no one likes to fight, and no one likes to die, even if we are soldiers.
"Comrades!" The instructor raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down. He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued: "Now we are facing a problem. The superiors have considered that there must still be people remaining in the old street, such as some old people who have not had time to escape. and children. The requirements of our superiors are: resolutely implement the "Three Major Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention", do not take a single step from the masses, and would rather starve ourselves than disturb the people. As the saying goes, when the army advances, the people are its backer! So continue The next task is to search for the fellow villagers who are not in a hurry to evacuate and move them to a safe place. This will also help us annihilate the remaining enemies!"
"Everyone is there!" Then the company commander issued an order: "Search the houses one by one, do not shoot indiscriminately, pay attention to abide by the discipline, and do not touch every plant and tree of the Vietnamese people. The finance minister and life safety of the Vietnamese people must be guaranteed. Listen. Do you understand?"
"I understand!" the soldiers responded reflexively, but I saw that no one understood it.
"Report to the company commander!" Scar asked with some embarrassment: "This... can't touch every plant and tree of the Vietnamese people... how can we search for it?"
Scar's question is exactly what I'm wondering about. What would it be like to search every tree and plant without moving? Could it be that we are asked to knock on the door from door to door, and then shout in a friendly tone? : "Is there anyone there? Fellow fellow, could you please open the door and let us see if there are any Japanese soldiers or guns and ammunition hidden inside?" I was so funny!
The company commander thought for a moment, raised his head and said: "Why are there so many nonsense, execute the order!"
Then I understood that the company commander actually didn't know how to search. He was just afraid of making mistakes, so he just mechanically conveyed the orders from his superiors.
From this point of view, many higher-level departments did not understand the actual situation and sat in their offices and gave blind orders. Later I learned that a large number of qualified and experienced mid-level and senior officers were defeated during the ten years of turmoil, which directly caused
Due to the insufficient quality of the command personnel, the command organization often makes decisions based on imagination. The consequence of this is the wasted death of countless soldiers on the front line.
"Fellow! Fellow... open the door!"
What made me vomit blood was that the soldiers actually went up to each room and knocked on the door. Even if there was someone inside, could they open the door? So I was not even interested in walking up.
The ones with people couldn't open the door, and the ones with no one certainly couldn't open the door either, so the soldiers struggled for a while and all looked at Scar feebly.
Scar didn't say anything. He walked up to one of the houses, raised the butt of his gun, and smashed the door. In sharp contrast, while he was smashing, he shouted very kindly: "Fellow, don't be afraid! We are here."
People's Liberation Army, we will protect your property and life safety..."
As a result, before Scar could finish speaking, the door that couldn't withstand the tossing was smashed open with a bang.
"Uh! Fellow!" Scar pretended to say to a stunned old Vietnamese man inside: "Why is your door so weak? It fell apart after just a few knocks. I'll find someone to help you repair it later.
build……"
I suddenly discovered that scar is actually quite cute.
With Scar taking the lead, what happened next was going to be lively. The sound of banging doors soon started one after another in the streets and alleys of the old street. Of course, along with this barbaric move, there were soldiers and
A friendly shout at the door.
The soldiers knocked on the door and dispersed into the room to search. I was in a group with the squad leader. The squad leader was from Chengdu. He spoke with a strong Sichuan accent. He was tall and thin, and only
He is seventeen years old, but he has been serving in the army for more than half a year. He can be regarded as a veritable veteran among us.
I just found out that I was in class three, and then after asking Scar, I found out that this unattractive young man was my class monitor.
The squad leader raised his submachine gun at me, and we walked into a dark wooden room one by one.
The person who opened the door was a Vietnamese woman. I am always very interested in women. Especially after entering the room and adapting to the light, I saw that the Vietnamese woman was a slender beauty and did not avoid my gaze at all.
, there seemed to be a few buttons on the chest that were loose, and from time to time he would smile at me provocatively... In an instant, my soul didn't even know where it had flown.
The squad leader was minding his own business, looking left and right in the room, while I kept staring at the Vietnamese woman. At the same time, I felt regretful. If there weren't so many comrades around me, maybe I
can...
Later I found out that fortunately it was because I didn’t have that opportunity, otherwise I would have tasted what it was like to die under peonies very soon!
The squad leader searched the room, but of course he didn't dare to rummage through the boxes because of orders from his superiors, so it was over after a while.
The squad leader was a good man. Seeing that there had been no fire in the hut for several days, he took out two biscuits and a box of canned meat from the dry food bag and placed them in front of the Vietnamese woman, and said: "Stay in the room.
Don’t run around!”
The Vietnamese woman nodded.
I admit that at this time, my mind was confused by the beauty of this Vietnamese woman and the half-unbuttoned clothes on her chest, so I didn't think there was any problem for the moment.
The squad leader was a shy young man who didn't dare to look at the woman. He looked at me staring at her with lust and some reproach and pulled me away. He winked at me and said in a low voice:
"Pay attention to discipline!"
I reluctantly took my eyes away from the Vietnamese woman. When I turned my head, I suddenly felt something was wrong. The Vietnamese woman seemed to understand what we were talking about... It was impossible for an ordinary Vietnamese to do this.
A little bit.
unless……
When I turned around in confusion, I couldn't believe my eyes. The Vietnamese woman who was winking at me so provocatively just now suddenly looked like a man-eating devil, and the buttons on her chest had been unbuttoned.
Opening it, a white and plump breast jumped out, and in her hand... was a pistol!
"No!" I yelled and rushed forward, but it was already too late.
There was a "bang" gunshot, and the squad leader fell to the ground.
My head was buzzing and it exploded. This sudden situation made me stunned for half a second. In this half second, the Vietnamese woman pointed the gun at me again...
I had the gun in my hand, but it was a long gun. It was obviously impossible to point it at the Vietnamese woman and pull the trigger before her.
I once again felt the God of Death holding up his sickle and walking toward me with a grin, but I have never been the kind of person who is willing to do anything... I don't know if it was a conditioned reflex or something, but I was thinking nothing at the moment, and my hands
But I unconsciously swung the butt of the gun and knocked the Vietnamese woman to the ground with a bang. When she turned around and wanted to raise the gun to resist, the rifle in my hand was already aimed at her head...
The Vietnamese woman's mouth was full of blood and her eyes were staring at me fiercely. She was as disgusting and disgusting as a vampire. I really couldn't imagine that just now... I was enjoying her temptation!
After hesitating for a while, I gritted my teeth and moved my index finger with a "bang" sound, and beat the Vietnamese woman until her brains burst and she fell to the ground.
"What's going on?" After a while, Scar and several soldiers hurried in.
"Report!" I stood up and said, "This Vietnamese woman had a gun. She killed the squad leader. I...I killed her!"
Scar didn't say anything. He squatted on the ground and inspected the squad leader's injuries. After a while, he shook his head and sighed, and said to the two soldiers beside him: "Carry the squad leader out and put it on the side of the road, waiting for the recovery team..."
"Yes!" The two soldiers carried the squad leader out silently.
Scar patted my shoulder and comforted me: "People will always die in wars!"