"Bald, we don't have enough firewood, go pick up some more... move quickly!"
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My method is not lazy at all, but it only takes a pot of fungus soup to make these soldiers familiar with each other.
Not only was he familiar with it, but he also had a bunch of nicknames.
Wang Kechang's nickname is Thief, and he really lives up to his name.
Shen Guoxin was called a hero because he gave a "heroic" speech when he first arrived.
This nickname was quite popular, and Shen Guoxin himself was very satisfied with it. It was just a pain for Xu Guochun... He was so frightened by the broken leg that he panicked and reported the situation, so the soldiers simply called him "Broken Leg" .
"I'm such a good person, why am I called 'broken leg'?" Xu Guochun obviously had a problem with his nickname: "Are you cursing me for breaking my leg?"
"I'm talking about Comrade Xu Guochun!" The scholar pretended to be a veteran and lectured him: "To say that 'breaking a leg' on this battlefield is not a curse. If it is just a broken leg... the suffering will be over. , you can go home, and you can go back to being a hero... just have fun secretly!"
"Oh!" Xu Guochun nodded, and then couldn't help but shudder, obviously frightened by these words.
Li Zuolong's nickname is "Bald". Originally, Xiao Shitou wanted to call him "Monk", but "Monk" is more appropriate. However, Li Zuolong obviously doesn't like the nickname "Monk", which seems to hurt him. In addition, he had previously taught the big guy a lesson, so no one dared to call him "monk" with just a glare. In the end, the scholar had some skills and gave him the nickname "Bald Man".
As for Chen Yiyi... none of the soldiers under her command dared to give her a nickname, and they didn't know whether it was to respect her or to care for her as a female soldier.
But Chen Yiyi was not happy about it. When the soldier was eating the fungus soup, Chen Yiyi said a little aggrievedly: "Why do you all have nicknames, but I don't?"
"Aren't you... a woman?" Xiao Shitou smacked his lips and said vaguely: "It's not a good idea to give an unpleasant nickname!"
"What's wrong with the female soldiers?" Chen Yiyi stopped the chopsticks in her hands: "Don't female soldiers fight the Japanese the same way? It's not good to give an unpleasant nickname, so why not give it a nice one?"
"Then...what's your name?" The soldiers couldn't help but look at me, and I looked at you.
By the way, nicknames are not just for fun, sometimes they are just for convenience.
Isn't this? On the battlefield, there is often a loud sound of gunfire and artillery. It is often difficult to hear or get confused when calling names, such as "Xu Guochun" and "Shen Guoxin"... I really don't know who they are calling after they are called so quickly. A two-character nickname is simple, vivid, and not easily confused. So nicknames are sometimes really necessary.
But the nickname Chen Yiyi is really hard to come up with. It has to be both nice and vivid...
I poured a full can of mushroom soup into my stomach, then patted my stomach and said, "I do have a name. I wonder if you will be satisfied?"
"What's it called? Tell me!" Chen Yiyi looked forward to it.
"Call it...clothes!" I said nonchalantly.
"Tch!" Chen Yiyi asked with some disappointment: "It doesn't sound good! Why are you calling it clothes?"
"First of all...isn't your name the same as Yi?" I asked pretending to be profound: "Secondly, you have been in Vietnam for a long time, and I wonder if you have heard of an old Chinese saying..."
"What are you talking about? Tell me..." Chen Yiyi became a little curious. Girls are very curious.
"This sentence is called..." I said mysteriously: "Friends are like brothers and sisters, and a wife is like clothes!"
"Well, my wife is like... you..."
Seeing Chen Yiyi being so humiliated and so angry, the soldiers couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Nicknames often don't matter whether they sound nice or not. Everyone yells at them, and even if they don't like them and get used to them, they will naturally accept them. Ever since I said, "A wife is like clothes," the soldiers have become accustomed to calling Chen Yiyi "
clothing".
I think one of the reasons why this nickname spread is that the soldiers wanted to use this nickname to take advantage of her. People on the battlefield, no one knows whether they will be alive at the next moment.
It's okay to be idle with a head on your shoulders. What else can you do if you don't want to do random things?
"Second squad leader!"
"Here!" Hearing Scar's call, I immediately stood up from the ground.
I don’t know since when, I have also become a person who has this conditioned reflex to stand up when someone calls me.
"Second squad leader..." Scar glanced at the sniper rifle in my hand: "This gun of yours..."
"Hmm! Do you want to turn it in?" I was a little reluctant.
But this seems normal. The reason why this gun is kept here is entirely because the troops have not yet merged with the main force and the battle situation is still unclear. At that time, it was not appropriate to send people to transport the gun back to the rear, because it was extremely vulnerable to attack.
Attack and interception by Vietnamese agents. But now...
Scar didn't speak, but soon couldn't help but smile: "I'm here to tell you that the superiors have decided to allocate this gun to you!"
"Really...really?" I couldn't believe my ears: "Then...then there's no need to send it back to the rear for research?"
"Hey!" Scar raised his head and said, "Are you really not aware or are you pretending not to know? We have eliminated so many Japanese Japs in the tunnels and handed over many weapons, including several of these guns.
He has been sent back to the rear!"
"Oh...then, that's great!" This is undoubtedly great news for me.
"Use this gun well!" Scar patted me on the shoulder: "It's rare for your superiors to think so highly of you. You know... there are so many people trying to grab this gun, and all the sharpshooters in the regiment are staring at this gun.
It was the regiment commander and the battalion commander who insisted and finally decided to assign this gun to you. Don’t let down your superiors’ expectations of you, do you understand?”
"Understood!" I stood up and gave a standard military salute.
Since joining the army, I have never saluted so sincerely.
After Scar left, a few recruits noticed my gun wrapped in rags.
From this point of view, their observation skills are much worse than those of bald heads.
But there is one exception, and that is the thief. I believe he already knows everything about the equipment on his body. Maybe he knows all the cigarettes in my pocket, but he doesn't know that this gun is still a treasure.
"Squad leader, your gun...is still famous?" The thief's words really confirmed my thoughts.
"Of course it's famous!" Xiao Shitou has always loved to show off, so naturally he would not let go of this opportunity. He grabbed it and said, "Didn't you see there is a small mirror up there?"
"I saw it..." the thief muttered, "I just don't know what the use is..."
"Tch!" Xiao Shitou raised his head high and said, "This is just for amateurs! Let me tell you, it's called a scope. An enemy a few kilometers away can look through it... and it will be the same as in front of you!"
“Wow…how many kilometers!”
"Isn't that clairvoyance?"
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"That's not it?" Xiao Shitou boasted more and more proudly: "Do you know what the name is? It's called 'Death...Death Power', the whole regiment... no, the whole army only has our squad leader, who handed it over from the Yue Japanese.
Coming!"
"Oh! Is there really such a magical gun?" The thief showed great interest. He came up to me and asked with a smile: "Squad leader, um... let me take a look..."
"Don't break it!" Although I didn't really want to, I couldn't be so stingy in front of the new recruits, so I handed the gun over casually.
Several recruits gathered around the sniper rifle, touching and looking at it, and occasionally let out admirations.
However, what I didn't expect was that when the gun was in the hands of the thief... the guy was playing with it and actually loaded the bullet and pulled the trigger...
I later learned that the thief had never played with a gun before. He had just come out of a juvenile detention center, so he had no intention of loading a gun and shooting.
Isn't this? While everyone was resting, there was a sudden "bang!" sound that startled everyone. The thief's thin body was also shaken by the recoil of the sniper rifle. He sat on the ground and couldn't stand up for a long time.
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"Who? Who shot?!" I heard the angry shouts of the company commander not far away.
Before I had time to respond, I heard gunshots rang out like a rain of bullets.
I immediately fell down, and while loudly ordering my soldiers to lie down, I quickly crawled forward a few steps and grabbed the sniper rifle in my hand.
At this time, my mind was still confused. How could there be such a dense concentration of bullets?
The enemy made a sneak attack? Where did the enemy come from? Why did our army's sentries not respond or give any warning?
Or... was it that the thief's shot just now made his own people misunderstood?
But it didn't look like a misunderstanding among my own people. In this broad daylight, there was no way he would be beaten to death at the first sight. I looked around and saw that several soldiers were indeed lying in a pool of blood, and they would occasionally be beaten.
A few mortar rounds...
So I was almost certain that it was indeed a sneak attack by the enemy.
Later I found out that this was a Vietnamese army special agent unit. They touched our army's hidden sentry and clear sentry without our army being prepared...
Some people may think that it is difficult to touch the sentry in the daytime, but it is precisely because of the poor vigilance of the sentry that the Vietnamese Japanese take advantage of our army's mentality and act during the day. Besides, the Vietnamese Japanese are all wearing the uniforms of the People's Liberation Army, and every time they touch the sentry, they will
After one sentry, one of your own people was used to make up for it, so no one noticed it at all.
To be honest, it was the thief's unexpected shot that saved our lives. The Japanese Japs originally planned to arrange firepower around us and then open fire to kill us in one go. Who would have thought that the thief was like a stroke of genius?
One shot... made the Vietnamese think they had been discovered, so they hurriedly launched an attack.
However, the real target of the Yue Japanese is not us...