Everything seemed to be the same as before, but when I emerged from the muddy water, I realized that was not the case.
The lightning is not lightning, but bursts of bright light coming from not far away; the thunder is not thunder, but bursts of explosions; as for the violent storm...it seems that what is flying in the sky is not rain but pieces of bullets!
Looking at the side, the mountain is still the same rocky mountain, but the coffin is missing. I am also inexplicably wearing a military uniform, with two grenades hanging on my waist, and a rifle in my hand...
I climbed up the small mound in front of me on my hands and knees and took a look outside. I couldn't help but be dumbfounded. There were soldiers in military uniforms everywhere charging towards a high ground with guns in hand. The military uniforms... seemed to be the same as those left by the old man.
Exactly the same. Yes, it's the People's Liberation Army. Although the modern People's Liberation Army uniforms are different, we have still seen them in TV movies.
What's going on? I'm not dreaming!
As if to answer me, a cannonball landed not far away from me with a "bang" sound. I only felt my ears ringing, and then a large piece of earth and stone hit me like rain and almost hit me.
I buried it.
After a while, when my hearing gradually recovered, I heard howls like slaughtering pigs. I wiped away the dust and looked up. A soldier covered in blood fell in front of me. His legs had already been injured.
I don't know where it was blown, and blood kept spraying out from the broken part of my thigh, dyeing the surrounding loess red.
I was frightened by this scene. I could only stare blankly at the soldier, helplessly holding his legs that no longer existed, screaming at the top of his lungs... The voice became weaker and weaker, and finally his head shook.
He fell to the ground helplessly.
This is not true! This is not true!
I kept comforting myself, but everything in front of me forced me to believe that it was all true. The blood of the soldiers, the blown-off legs, and the desperate and lifeless eyes... A living person died like this.
In front of me, this is the ironclad fact!
Although my mind has almost stopped working, my survival instinct still tells me to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
However, before I could take a few steps back with my weak legs, I was stopped by a black muzzle.
"What are you doing?" The owner of the pistol had a face with scars. He shouted at me fiercely: "Do you have any organization or discipline anymore? Charge me..."
I knew very well what it meant to be a deserter in this era, so I turned around fearfully and took steps forward. I wanted to slow down my pace to improve my skills, but unexpectedly, Scarface shot me in the back with a gun.
At this point, I had no choice but to hate Scarface to the core: There are so many people on the battlefield, why is he just staring at me?
Pieces of bullets flew overhead, shells exploded beside me, and soldiers died in front of and behind them... I had heard the old man talk about his experiences on the battlefield countless times before, but I just listened and forget it.
I didn't feel anything. Now that I was there, I understood what the old man was talking about and what he was feeling.
As I get closer and closer to the enemy, I feel that I am getting closer and closer to death. The strong fear in my heart almost makes me suffocate. Sometimes I even think about letting Scarface shoot me.
It's death, but it would be a relief to solve it with one shot.
But thinking about the old man, and thinking that he survived on such a battlefield, I feel a little unconvinced. Why can he do it but I can’t? Am I not as good as the old man?
So I walked forward with difficult steps. As I walked, I became more and more sure that I had come to the era when the old man fought, because I had already seen the appearance of Vietnamese soldiers, as well as the unique straw hat-shaped helmets of Vietnamese soldiers.
"Lie down!"
With a roar, before I could react, I was thrown to the ground by Scarface behind me, and then two artillery shells exploded nearby. There was a roar in both ears, but there was no shock.
risk.
At this time, I couldn't help but think of what the old man told me: when the artillery shells come over, you should lie down on the ground. The main damage caused by artillery shells is shrapnel, and the shrapnel spreads out and flies into the sky like exploding mud balls, so as long as you lie down low
It's usually fine. If you hit your back directly with a cannonball, there won't be any pain...
At that time, I didn't take it seriously. I just thought that if you were so experienced, why did you let the cannonball explode like this?
But of course I didn't say this, we didn't want to get hit by a bang on the head. Sometimes I wonder, the old man is blind, isn't he? But this blow is very accurate, just like the skill of hearing and distinguishing in martial arts novels
Pretty much. As the saying goes, a good man doesn't suffer the immediate consequences. I don't have the same experience as him.
Now that I think about what the old man said, it seems to be quite similar. It seems that I really need to review the old man's experience when I have time. It is important to save my life.
"kill (Vietnamese pronunciation: kill)"
Following a strange cry, before the smoke from the shells dissipated, several Japanese soldiers sprang out from nowhere and charged at us fiercely with bayonets pointed out.
I had never seen such a battle before. I was stunned on the spot. I lay on the ground motionless, hoping that they would not see me. The scar-faced man raised his hand and killed the two nearest Japs with two shots, but he was chased away again.
Another Japs came and knocked over the butt of his rifle and knocked him to the ground.
I wanted to do something, but my hands and feet were paralyzed and I had no strength at all. I just stared blankly at Scarface struggling feebly under the Yue Japanese... I was thinking in my heart, it was obvious that the Yue Japanese thought that I was dead.
So I am completely unprepared. If I just keep pretending...it won't work! This is the enemy's position, and this charge has obviously failed. If I keep pretending like this, it will only lead to death!
Thinking of this, I had no choice but to grit my teeth, get up from the ground, raise my gun, shine it on the Yue Jap's head, and pull the trigger...
"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and the Yue Jap's head exploded in front of me like a watermelon. The impact of the bullet pushed his head back, and then he fell heavily to the ground.
The moment he fell to the ground, I saw the surprise and reluctance in his eyes, and the twisted pain on his face. Then my stomach started to churn, and a strong feeling of vomiting continued to hit me.
my throat.
However, I knew that this was not the time to vomit. Every second I wasted might kill me on the spot, so I picked up the scarred face on the ground and ran back.
Although I am greedy for life and afraid of death, I am not an unloyal person. It can be said that Scarface saved me just now, but now I can't leave him alone.
At this time, I was worried that there would be a second Scarface who would treat us as deserters and kill us... It wasn't until I heard the retreat order coming from behind that I breathed a sigh of relief.