"Bang" a bullet was fired from the chamber of my gun, but two Vietnamese soldiers fell.
The bullets used by SVD are machine gun bullets, which means that the penetration power is no different from that of a machine gun, so it is very easy to penetrate two Vietnamese soldiers.
But something strange was that the first Vietnamese soldier still had some energy and could still struggle and roll a few times while lying on the ground, but the second Vietnamese soldier had a big hole in his chest and lost all energy on the spot.
This may be difficult for ordinary people to understand. There is a person blocking the second Vietnamese soldier in front, right? Then how could the second Vietnamese soldier be injured more seriously and die faster?
In fact, this is not surprising at all. The old man said... This bullet was fired in a rotating manner. When it penetrated the first person, it might have gone straight in. The hole was only as big as a thumb, but
When it hits the second person, the bullet may roll sideways, and the hole can be as big as a fist...
"Bang!" This shot killed a Vietnamese soldier who was lying on the ground rolling.
The military quality of the Vietnamese army is not bad. The rest of them immediately lay down on the ground and hid themselves. But their mistake was that they did not expect the existence of a sniper like me before... Or should I say, they
They knew that our army had a sniper, but they didn't know that the sniper had moved to their flank.
Therefore, they only had Chen Yiyi's group in their eyes, so they completely exposed themselves to my gun. Under my sight, the nearest invisible body to them was more than a hundred meters away.
"Bang bang!" This time it took two bullets to kill a Vietnamese soldier.
However, I didn't regret firing an extra bullet at all, because this time I killed a Vietnamese soldier who was extremely adaptable.
Just when I thought that the Vietnamese army had no suitable bunkers, a Vietnamese soldier raised his gun and fired at the house on the left with a "click, click, click..." and then slammed into the house with a bang.
Got in.
Most of the houses in Vietnam are wooden houses, but even though they are wooden houses...these wooden boards are made of hard and tough fir wood, and even if the enemy is strong, they cannot be broken open.
However, the Vietnamese army was able to think of firing a row of bullets at these wooden boards at this critical moment, and then successfully hid in them as soon as they hit them.
It should be said that this method was very effective. I lost sight of him the moment he crashed into the house. Unfortunately...the AK47 bullets have very strong penetrating power. The row of bullets he fired not only penetrated
It broke through the wooden board in front of him and also penetrated the wooden board on the opposite side. At this time, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the strong sunlight shined through the bullet holes and then through the hole opened by him into my eyes.
Then, I can see him standing up...
The remaining two Vietnamese soldiers were killed by a burst of gunfire from Chen Yiyi and others before I could take action.
After getting rid of these Vietnamese Japs, the flanks of the Vietnamese army were instantly exposed to Chen Yiyi and others. So Chen Yiyi led the soldiers to rush and fight all the way, dropping bombs and firing submachine guns, and only killed the Vietnamese army.
Screams and embarrassment spread everywhere.
And during this, Chen Yiyi seemed to have discussed it with me. She completely ignored the Vietnamese troops emerging from her flanks one after another and just rushed forward... Isn't this right? The two aisles on the flanks are controlled by my gun.
Now, if the Japanese come up, one of them will die, and if two come up, both of them will die.
I can’t tell what it feels like. I think this is the kind of tacit cooperation on the battlefield. But... if it were in modern times, I believe we would have to use a walkie-talkie to communicate with each other. And between me and her
How could it be that there was no need to discuss or call her, and she seemed to be completely relieved to put her life and death in my hands?
On the battlefield, sometimes what is needed is this kind of trust, trusting one's flanks and life and death to his comrades, and at the same time protecting his comrades' flanks... Suddenly, I seem to understand why the old man cares so much about the bones of a comrade.
Yes, I believe that this kind of comrades-in-arms love cultivated by relying on each other in life and death is no worse than brotherly love, and it is even better than brotherly love.
"Bang bang..." After killing the last two Vietnamese soldiers, my sniper scope was full of figures of the People's Liberation Army.
With the two-sided attack and the addition of my sniper rifle, we can say that we successfully and decisively eliminated the Vietnamese army blocking us in front of us.
I put away the rifle and found Wang Kechang next to me looking straight at me.
I said: "What are you looking at?"
"That... squad leader!" Wang Kechang came back to his senses at this time. He swallowed and said: "You are so amazing, you can kill so many Japanese in the blink of an eye!"
"So..." I said calmly as I climbed down the ladder, "Killing Japanese is not as scary as you think, right?"
I was trying to embolden him. When I thought of how he was crying for his father and mother, I wanted to go up and kick him: Damn it! There are people who are more cowardly than me!
"Yes, yes..." Wang Kechang responded carefully, and after getting off the ladder, he ran after him and said with a smile: "Squad leader, look... I also want to do your job, okay?
"
"My line of work?" I was a little confused: "I am a soldier and you are a soldier too. Are you not in my line of work or some other line of work?"
"No, no... I didn't mean that..." Wang Kechang waved his hand and explained: "What I mean is... I want to shoot like you, okay?"
Oh, this guy wants to be a sniper, I understood it when I heard this.
As I walked towards the direction of the main force, I thought to myself: "This guy may be really good at reporting directions. More importantly, he has good eyesight and observation skills. What he lacks is shooting!"
"I said!" I asked: "Why do you want to be a sniper... a sharpshooter!"
I almost said the word sniper. At this time, the People's Liberation Army did not have this word.
Wang Kechang scratched his head and replied: "I think... if you shoot like you, only you can hit the enemy, but the enemy can't hit you..."
"Fuck you!" I immediately rewarded Wang Kechang with a chestnut, and I couldn't help but feel happy: In the past, the old man always gave me chestnuts, but now things have finally changed.
"Do you understand that being a sharpshooter is the most dangerous profession? If you are afraid of death, stop doing it as soon as possible!"
After saying that, I didn't bother to talk to him anymore and trotted back to the army.
"Hey, good boy!" Scar, covered in blood, came up from the crowd: "I thought it was you who was causing trouble for the Japanese again, but it was really a good fight!"
I looked at Chen Yiyi beside me and nodded approvingly, meaning that she also had a share of the credit. She just pursed her lips and didn't take it seriously at all. Maybe this was just a piece of cake for her.
, or maybe this is her living condition...
"Well done, comrades!" I shouted to the soldiers under my command: "We taught the Vietnamese Japanese a harsh lesson!"
"At the same time, we also saved many comrades!" Scar added: "Without you, our army would definitely have suffered greater casualties! On behalf of the comrades, I thank you!"
After saying that, he saluted the soldiers. The soldiers quickly returned the salute. In the cheers of the soldiers, I saw that their eyes were full of pride, even the recruits, but the recruits had more faces.
Feeling a little guilty.
"Why are you talking so much? Now is not the time to celebrate!" The company commander interrupted us with a bad face, and then habitually waved his pistol and shouted: "Comrades! Our artillery battalion is the target of the Japanese.
, rescuing people is like putting out fire, immediately reinforce the artillery battalion!"
"Yes!" the soldiers responded, holding their guns, they broke up and ran along the street in the direction of the dense gunfire.
I scolded the company commander and his family all over in my heart, grandma... no matter what, we have made a meritorious service, right? You don't even have any verbal praise, and you still show such a face to me, what the hell are you doing? If this battle is based on your wishes
Plan to fight, it would be strange if you don't even kill us all...
But then again, the company commander is unhappy with me because of this, right?
Isn't that right? He has nothing to do against those Japanese Japs, which will only increase the casualties of the troops. However, I, a guy who did not obey his orders and made my own decisions, easily resolved this crisis... Isn't this a clear loss of his face? This
Can it make him happy?
Damn it! Is it the lives of the soldiers that are more important, or his face?
As I ran, I thought to myself, there is nothing I can do with a company commander like this. One day he will be killed. At some point, I have to think of another way out.
"Boom..." At this time, bursts of explosions came from the northeast, and with the explosions, pillars of fire and smoke rose into the sky.
Then I knew that the artillery battalion was finished. This was either a blown-up artillery piece or a blown-up artillery shell... Anyway, having such a big explosion in the artillery base is definitely not a good thing.
"Speed up!" the company commander shouted at us.
I don’t know if it’s my psychology or something else. After seeing the company commander unhappy, I now see him feeling uncomfortable everywhere. For example, with this “speed up” order, I feel like something is wrong.
Isn't it? It's obvious that the artillery battalion has been bombed, so why are we rushing there?
Are you going to collect corpses? Or are you going to pick up iron sheets and sell them as garbage?
We should now analyze which way the Vietnamese retreated, and then set up an ambush on the road!
Even if we don't know which way the Japanese will retreat, there are only a few main roads in the old street. If we pick one and set up an ambush, we might be able to blindly encounter a dead mouse, right?
Facts have also proved that my idea was right, but this matter was beyond my control, because at this time I was just a small squad leader...