Mosquitoes fly everywhere, ants and bugs crawl all over the floor, and sometimes you are lucky enough to see a snake or two...
This is my first night in this time and space. Although I am exhausted from the battle during the day, I still cannot fall asleep in such an environment.
Are you going to let people live? I waved my hand in the void around my head distractedly, but the mosquitoes in the darkness seemed to ignore them at all, and still made a terrifying and helpless buzzing sound next to my eardrums. .At this time, I even wished that I was facing the enemy's bayonets and bullets instead of these all-pervasive mosquitoes.
"Here!" I don't know when, a soldier with fine features climbed up to me and handed me a bottle of something.
"What is this?" I was a little surprised, mainly because these soldiers didn't pay much attention to me before.
"Mosquito repellent oil!" The soldier raised his hand towards me.
"Mosquito repellent oil?" I took the bottle with some doubts. I have to admit that I have never heard of mosquito repellent oil, let alone used it...
At the insistence of the young soldier, I had no choice but to hesitantly open the bottle cap and smear the strange-smelling liquid on my face and hands... If it had been in the past, I would not have smeared such a smelly thing on my face. . But now, after experiencing the killings on the battlefield, after experiencing life and death, what else can't be done?
Not to mention, this weird-smelling thing is really useful, and there are indeed a lot less mosquitoes. Of course, it would be a lie to say that it can completely drive away mosquitoes. At least it can drive away mosquitoes as big as little fingers in Vietnam. The mosquito repellent oil has not been produced yet.
"Thank you!" I nodded to the soldier.
"Why are you so polite?" The soldier grinned and extended his hand to introduce himself: "My name is Xu Guoliang, and my comrades all call me a scholar!"
"Scholar?" I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this. How could anyone introduce themselves like this?
"The scholar is a high school student!" Xiao Shitou, who likes fun, came up and said, "He is the one with the highest diploma in our company! There are only two or three in the whole battalion..."
"Alas! What does that mean?" The scholar was a little shy. If it hadn't been dark, I think he would have blushed with excitement at this moment.
I scratched my head and thought to myself, would it be cool if I told them that I was an undergraduate? Even though the only thing I learned in college was picking up girls.
Later I found out that the scholar’s family situation was very good. His father was a factory director and his mother was a town government cadre. He could have gotten an iron rice bowl in China under the arrangement of his parents, but he fought hard and fell out with his parents. Go to the battlefield and serve your country.
"Comrade!" The scholar handed me a cigarette: "We have all wronged you..."
"You blame me?" I took the cigarette with some confusion.
"Yes!" The scholar nodded: "Originally we thought you were a coward, but we didn't expect... you were so brave on the battlefield!"
As the scholar spoke, he took out a pack of matches from his pocket and struck a few matches, but they couldn't burn.
"Damn it!" the scholar cursed and muttered in a low voice: "I must have gotten wet during the battle today..."
Then he called to a soldier not far away: "Comrade, lend me a fire!"
The soldier climbed up happily, took out a pack of matches and waved them in front of us: "Comrade, please lend me a cigarette..."
The scholar cursed lowly and handed him a cigarette. He proudly took the cigarette, held it in his mouth, and lit the match with a snap.
Just when the scholar and I put our heads together, we suddenly felt something explode in front of us, and a ball of hot stuff sprinkled on our faces, and then we heard a gunshot...
I soon realized that what exploded in front of us was the soldier's head, and what was sprinkled on our faces was his blood.
That's right, I saw the head explode first, and then heard the gunshot. I once heard an old man say that bullets shoot out very fast, especially the sniper rifles used by Japanese soldiers...the speed of bullets is two or three times the speed of sound.
times, so when the Vietnamese shoot at you, the bullet will often hit your head before you even hear the gunshot.
From this point of view, those scenes in movies and TV where you hear gunshots and then roll to avoid bullets are all nonsense.
I can't describe the shock I felt with the scholar at that time. We both stood there stupidly. I don't know what the scholar was thinking. I only know that my mind was blank. I had no fear or panic. I didn't understand or say anything at all.
I dare not accept this fact. Thinking about it now, I must have been stunned by the huge contrast at the time. This is different from the feeling of facing enemies and artillery fire on the battlefield. This is the kind of thing that I am completely unprepared for.
"Get down!"
"There's a situation!"
"The Japanese are coming!"
…
The sound of gunfire soon rang out, and I didn’t know who was knocking me down in the dark night. I only know that I didn’t see an enemy from the beginning to the end... I later learned that the other soldiers didn’t see either
Wherever the enemy is, they just fight around.
"Stop shooting! Stop shooting!" The cry came from Scar. He was a little frustrated and pressed down a few guns that were still shooting. He crawled to the corpse in front of me in a few seconds. He took a look and shook his head.
Sighed.
Then before I could react, he snatched the cigarette from my hand and threw it to the ground: "Listen to me! No one is allowed to light a fire or smoke, and no one is allowed to shoot indiscriminately. Listen.
do you understand?"
"clear!"
"clear!"
…
There were sparse responses in the darkness. Only then did I realize that just because I wanted to smoke a cigarette, a soldier died under the gun of a Japanese sniper.
I couldn't help but think of what the old man once told me: "The sharpshooters of the Japs are called accurate. They all use sniper rifles equipped with small mirrors. At night, as long as a spark is as big as a cigarette butt... a bang shot,
It’s over!”
When I heard this, I sighed inwardly and said, "What a sharpshooter? They call them snipers! They are stupid!"
Now that I think about it, it would have been better if I had remembered what the old man said earlier, and if I had heard what the old man said in my heart...
With a "Wow" sound, the scholar next to him burst into tears. He almost knelt down on the soldier's body and blamed himself: "Comrade, I'm sorry! It was all me who harmed you, wake up..."
"Damn it!" Before the scholar could finish speaking, Scar rushed up and kicked the scholar to the ground, cursing: "Cry, crying is useless! Look at you like a bear!"
"Platoon leader!" The scholar seemed to be overwhelmed by the guilt in his heart. He knelt forward and hugged Scar's feet and said: "Platoon leader, please punish me! It's all me, I'm the one borrowing fire from him.
Of...you punish me!"
"What can I do if I punish you?" Scar kicked the scholar away unceremoniously: "Just punishing you can make Xu Jian come back to life? You know, kill a few more Japanese on the battlefield tomorrow to avenge Xu Jian!"
When Scar said this, the scholar became silent.
When the surroundings became quiet again, I felt that the atmosphere was a little different. I couldn't explain what it felt like. All the soldiers seemed to be dejected, like defeated roosters.
I can understand this very well. Although we only lost one person in the battle just now, this was nothing compared to the number of casualties on the battlefield during the day. But the problem is...the more the Japanese can see,
They arrived at us and successfully killed one of our soldiers, but we didn't even catch the shadow of the Yue Jap, and we fought in a panic... I'm afraid the Yue Jap was snickering in the dark!
This is what the old man calls morale. As a sniper, his role on the battlefield is often not how many enemies he can kill, but whether he can destroy the enemy's morale at the right time. From this point of view
It is said that the sniper Yue Jiazi was very successful.
If it were someone else, he might be able to live with it for a while, or as Scar said, he could just go to the battlefield tomorrow and kill a few more Japanese to take revenge.
But this is not me. My temper is that if anyone offends me, I must take it back. Besides, I am also partly responsible for Xu Jian's death.
Thinking of this, I didn't say anything. I loaded a row of bullets into the rifle and aimed at the void in front of me.
Only then did I realize that sometimes there is a big gap between ideals and reality, because at this time the sky was covered with dark clouds and there was no moonlight. It was so dark in front of me that I couldn’t even see the trees more than ten meters high, let alone
He said he was going to find someone among them.
"Comrade!" Xiao Shitou, perhaps aware of my intention, lay down next to me and whispered: "Don't worry! Look..."
As he spoke, he raised his head towards a soldier who was discussing something with Scar not far away: "That's the third squad leader Liang Lianbing, nicknamed Rifle. Our company's famous sharpshooter won the shooting championship in the martial arts competition. The platoon leader
He must have been arranged to deal with the Japanese sharpshooters!"
As expected, Liang Lianbing grabbed his rifle and left not long after. When he passed by me, he seemed to realize what I was going to do. He smiled at me and shook his head, as if to say that I was overestimating my capabilities.
When he smiled like this, I felt an unknown fire in my heart: Damn it! What you are holding is 56 and a half, and what I am holding is also 56 and a half. I don’t believe that you can hit me but you can’t! I
I want to compete with you to see who can kill the Yue Japanese that I killed first!