"Attention everyone! Get ready for battle!" The company commander hid behind a small bag and shouted to the soldiers.
But no one knows what preparations to make. This is our camp, which is the school playground... The playground means no trenches or bunkers, so what else can we prepare?
Fortunately for the veteran, he knew that he would lie down as soon as the gunshots were fired. This could at least reduce the chance of being hit by bullets or shrapnel. As for the recruit... he just ran around in a mess, and after a hail of bullets and shells came another
Several soldiers were shot and fell to the ground.
A few of my soldiers were smart, and they all stayed still, but... I believe they were frightened by the bullets and cannonballs.
I didn't care about them, so I crawled into a sand pit and hid myself.
This should be a place used by Vietnamese students to practice long jump. It is also the only sports equipment that Vietnamese people at the poverty line can afford. But it seems that no one has used it for a long time, so the sand in the pit is too hard.
Like a rock, it took me a while to build a decent shelter for myself.
"Second Squad Leader!" As soon as I hid in, Scar shouted at me: "You hide a ball...suppress the enemy's firepower!"
"What? Suppressing the enemy's firepower?" I was stunned when I heard this: "Just me?"
"Who else is it if it's not you?" Scar shouted fiercely: "Otherwise, why would I assign the gun to you?"
"Fuck!" I spat out a mouthful of sand, and cursed in my mind: I was willing to fight with my life at my own risk, and I was assigned a sniper rifle as if I owed you something.
But after thinking about it, he still followed Scar's order and set up the gun.
I looked out through the sniper scope... It's no wonder that Scar yelled at me so hard. The Vietnamese were shooting at us from a high position in a private house about 500 meters away.
The semi-firing range of our army's Type 56 is only over 400 meters. If the Type 56 submachine gun can hit accurately at 300 meters, it is considered good. Therefore, at this distance, almost half of our army's weapons are ineffective. Although the range of the squad machine gun can reach
800 meters, but due to the recoil and barrel jump, the accuracy is not enough. Besides...the Vietnamese army's firepower is basically aimed at the machine gunner, so although there are not many enemies, our army actually
He was beaten so hard that he was unable to fight back.
This is the disadvantage of not having long-range individual weapons. From this point of view, this Vietnamese army seems to be very familiar with our army's weapons. This sneak attack was obviously planned to target the weaknesses of our army's equipment.
But... what they didn't expect was that I had a sniper rifle!
After thinking about it, I didn't move my hand slowly. I aimed at a Vietnamese machine gunner and held my breath before pulling the trigger.
I learned this shooting method from the old man. I still remember what he said to me: "With the gun in your hand and the butt of the gun in the shoulder socket, the gun will also swing when you inhale and exhale. If you want to hit
That's right, just hold your breath. If we hold our breath, the devil will run out of energy... It's worth it!"
Then there was a gunshot "Bang!", and the Vietnamese soldier who put the machine gun on the roof and fired wildly at us tilted his head and fell to the ground.
This Vietnamese soldier is also a smart man. Most of the houses in Vietnam are wooden houses with herringbone roofs. For him, it is undoubtedly a ready-made trench. He only needs to climb up the roof and shoot the machine gun on the ridge.
The only thing that can be exposed is the head.
It's just that... the area of this head is enough for me.
"Good fight!" Scar's cry came from a few meters away. But I didn't dare to feel half proud because I knew I needed to calm down at this time.
"Bang!" There was another gunshot, and a Vietnamese soldier who had his machine gun mounted on the window only emitted a splash of blood before being knocked backwards by the recoil of the bullet.
The window is also a good position for a machine gun. There is cover all around the window. In addition, the room is relatively dark (simple houses in Vietnam generally have poor lighting). The muzzle of the gun will also emit sparks and smoke, which will make people outside the house
It is difficult to see the exact location of the target.
Some people may say that the window is only so big, so wouldn’t it be enough to shoot it through the window?
But the actual combat will not be as simple as imagined. The window is not big, but only one head of the target is exposed. If you can hit the head with a shot through the window, it can only be said to be luck.
The timing of my firing is actually very simple. The target controls the machine gun to fire left and right in a relatively regular manner, so I observe the arc of the swing, but when the arc of the swing is about to point towards me...that is, when the head is facing me.
, it’s also time to pull the trigger.
"Bang" this shot hit the rocket launcher shooter.
The rocket launcher is quite powerful. As long as it is operated skillfully, or cooperates well with the secondary gunner, it can be loaded and fired again... over and over again. The rate of fire is still quite terrifying. In addition, the rocket launcher is also very powerful.
There are incendiary bombs, armor-piercing bombs, anti-personnel bombs and other types of ammunition, which can not only destroy enemy fortifications but also attack tanks and infantry. It can be said to be an essential infantry weapon.
But the disadvantage of this is that after each launch, there will be a long tail trailing behind. If it were in other places, I believe these well-trained Vietnamese troops would also fire one shot and change the location.
However...the Vietnamese army was in a narrow room with only two windows in total. In addition, the Vietnamese army thought that our army could not accurately shoot their guns, so they felt relieved and only moved through these two windows.
square.
So, I pointed the muzzle of my gun at another window and waited for him. I only waited for his head and barrel to pop up before I pulled the trigger...
After I hit a few firepower points in succession, the Vietnamese army's firepower was instantly much weaker. However, the quality of the Vietnamese army was really nothing to say. They quickly noticed me, a sniper who caused them heavy losses, so
Before I could fire my fourth shot, two machine guns were pointing at me, shooting out bullets in flakes...
It should be said that I was relatively lucky, because it was the machine gunners of the Vietnamese army who dealt with me instead of snipers. Otherwise, I would have stayed in one place to shoot snipers... I have to do it as a last resort.
It was so wide open that there was no suitable place to switch sniper positions. So, if there were Vietnamese snipers opposite me at this time, I'm afraid I would have finished my game by now.
Later I learned that it was not that the Vietnamese army participating in this operation did not have snipers, but because we were not the strategic target of the Vietnamese army, snipers were not in this direction.
But the machine gun bullets still pressed me into the sand pit, unable to move at all. The screams of bullets "chirp..." were everywhere around my ears. Sometimes I could even feel the heat of the bullet and the energy it brought when it flew by.
of hot air.
This human life is sometimes said to be precious. When it is precious, no one is willing to trade it for you no matter how much money you give. It is also cheap when it is said to be cheap. When it is cheap, it is often just a matter of bullets... Isn't this? I am only so short away from death.
Just a few centimeters, if I lift my head just a little bit... my whole life will be over.
However, the enemy's machine gun bullets were all concentrated in my direction, which gave other soldiers some time, so they quickly slowed down and organized several machine guns to shoot at the Vietnamese Japanese, and the number of bullets on my head also decreased.
A lot.
"Second squad leader!" I had just taken a breath when I heard the company commander yelling at me: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you fight quickly? Keep fighting!"
"Fuck! Is this going to cost lives?" I spat out the sand that I poured into my mouth, thinking to myself that there was no chance of a Juggernaut staring at me right now. As soon as I showed up...
But how could the company commander care so much about me? He only knew that my gun could accurately kill the Japanese, so he was still shouting at me desperately: "Hit me, hit me hard!"
I don’t care about you! I won’t risk my life just for an order, so I looked around and saw that there was even a small dirt bag to hide in, so I rolled over without thinking.
The ground rushed behind the small earth bag.
Facts have proved that my worries were justified. The moment I rolled and jumped up, a row of bullets followed me all the way behind me. I had no choice but to hide in a small dirt bag.
stopped shooting.
It's not that I'm cowardly, I know very well that I'm being targeted by the Japanese.
Isn’t that right? Even the company commander knows that I am the only gun that can accurately shoot the Vietnamese army, so the Vietnamese will not know? Those Vietnamese Japanese are all people who rolled out on the battlefield, will they give me another shot?
Will time give me another chance to shoot one by one?
But the company commander still didn't understand this. When he saw that I not only failed to carry out his orders, but instead ran to him to hide, he opened his mouth in anger and cursed: "What the hell are you doing? Why don't you shoot?"
?”
I was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to explain it. In fact, I can't blame him. Our army didn't have snipers at all before, let alone sniper tactics. It was normal for the company commander to not know how to command.
Since you don't follow the order and don't explain it, you have to pretend to report something.
So I hesitated for a moment and then said: "Um...company commander, listen...there's something wrong with the gunshots from Yue Jap!"
"What's wrong?" The company commander was so angry that he didn't listen to my explanation. He waved his pistol and yelled: "Hit me!"
I had no choice but to touch behind the dirt bag and pretend to check the situation, but even after such a delay, I really heard that something was wrong with the gunfire.
"Company Commander!" I said, "Listen carefully, the gunfire from the northeast is even louder!"
"You don't care if it's secret or not!" The company commander obviously lost his patience at this time. He said to me calmly: "I tell you, second squad leader, if you are too timid to fight, believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot!
"
I only had helplessness and a bitter smile in my heart: I'm going to kill you today. There are Japanese soldiers' guns waiting for me outside, and there's the company commander's gun pointing at me inside... Doesn't this push me to death?
But I don’t know whether it was because of my talkativeness or God’s will. At this moment, I would suddenly say: “What’s in the northeast? Why do the Japanese keep attacking there...”
"Northeast?" Then the company commander suddenly realized: "Oh, no, it's an artillery battalion. The Vietnamese must want to destroy the artillery battalion!"