The little stone just ran to me to ask if it had been hit, but Scar yelled and swallowed it hard.
After a while, Scar ran up to us angrily, pointed at us and cursed: "What are you doing? You didn't hear my order, right? Do you still have organizational discipline..."
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"Platoon leader!" A voice interrupted Scar. A rifle appeared in front of us out of nowhere. He glanced at me unwillingly and said to Scar: "This kid killed the Japanese Japs!"
"What?" Scar looked at me in disbelief, then looked at the rifle and said, "Are you sure? How do you know that the Yue Japanese have been killed?"
"Yeah!" Rifle nodded: "I heard the sound of the Yue Jap falling from the tree. There is a probability that he will not survive!"
He paused with his rifle and asked me: "I just want to know... how did you lure the Vietnamese to take action?"
"It's me!" Xiao Shitou explained smugly: "Comrade Yang Xuefeng asked me to light a cigarette over there..."
Xiao Shitou originally wanted to continue talking, but when he saw the murderous look on Scar's face, he stopped his mouth in an amused manner.
"Platoon leader!" Rifle looked at the sky and suggested: "It will be dawn soon. We'd better fire a few shots at a position more than 200 meters away at six o'clock. Firstly, it can prevent the Japanese from coming up to rescue people. Secondly,
Well... maybe the Japanese sharpshooter was just injured."
"Yeah!" Scar nodded, glared at me and Xiao Shitou and said, "I'll count you lucky this time, but I won't spare you next time!"
Rifle tapped me on the shoulder and said, "You won, well done!"
"Okay!" The surrounding soldiers suddenly burst into cheers, and the previous depressing atmosphere was instantly swept away, replaced by a sense of pride and pride. There were also several soldiers who I didn't know at all who took the initiative to come forward.
He came to shake hands with me and kept saying:
"Comrade Yang Xuefeng, you have made great contributions to our class!"
"Thank you, comrade, for helping our troops!"
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Being praised like this by the soldiers, I couldn't help but feel a little proud. At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: What the old man said is really right. The biggest role of a sniper is not how many people he kills, but whether he is effective.
Improve the morale of the troops. Isn't that right? I just killed one person... To be precise, I probably killed one person, but the whole mental outlook of the troops is different.
"Comrade! Thank you!" The scholar came up and held my hand tightly, his eyes full of gratitude.
"No thanks!" I replied: "This is what I should do too!"
I can understand the scholar's thoughts. He is still feeling guilty for killing that soldier, but by killing the Vietnamese sniper, I at least avenged myself, which at least made him feel better.
"Boom boom..." It didn't take long for artillery shells to hit the possible positions of the Vietnamese snipers. Although the density was not high, they fired one round every few minutes, and this continued for half an hour.
The next day dawns.
At first, I really thought that the purpose of the artillery fire was to prevent the opponent from rescuing the sniper. Later I realized that the rifle had another purpose.
As soon as it got light, we pulled the troops out under the leadership of Scar. I started to wonder why the troops would move at this time. Even if I am a novice, I know that it is not appropriate to dispatch at this time. Isn't this? Dongfang has just
The mountains in Vietnam are full of morning fog, with a little hazy light and mountains of weeds and trees... It can be said to be a great opportunity to set a trap! Those of us who can move are hiding.
Vietnamese target in the bushes.
Later, I learned that this action was an order from a superior. Of course, at that time, I, a small soldier, could not possibly know why my superiors did this. I only knew that I was holding my rifle and followed the soldiers forward cautiously.
As the green grass made a swishing sound, I soon felt a cold feeling under my feet. The air in Vietnam has a high moisture content, and when the moisture content is high, there will be fog, and the fog will condense on the grass to form dew.
Jiefang shoes will get wet with dew when they scratch the grass. When the shoes get wet, it will make me very uncomfortable...
Am I bored? In fact, I am not bored at all. I am trying my best to think of irrelevant things to drive away the fear in my heart. At this time, I feel strange, and I even don’t believe that I did last night.
Being able to kill someone so calmly without feeling scared or sick at all!
But no matter how scared I was, no matter how heavy my feet were, I still had to move forward with my own feet.
After a while, the team walked into the weeds more than a hundred meters away in front of the position. At this time, I vaguely understood the reason why we came out at this inappropriate time...a Vietnamese sniper.
Sure enough, after a while, Scar whispered an order: "Comrades, spread out and look for the body of the Japanese sharpshooter! If you find it, report it in time!"
"yes!"
"yes!"
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The soldiers responded in a low voice, and soon spread out in a fan shape to search forward.
As I walked and walked in the grass, I wondered why we should be so concerned about the life and death of a Vietnamese sniper, especially now that we would put a platoon of troops in danger just to find that sniper.
This grassland had long been riddled with craters from last night's shelling, but it was not as scorched as I imagined. The reason for this, I think, was that the fog was too heavy and the shells were not strong enough to destroy it.
This grassland is on fire. There are grass powder, leaves and wooden blocks that have been smashed by the shells everywhere. Occasionally, you can see a few wooden blocks embedded in the cracks of the wooden poles... You know, wooden blocks
After being blown to pieces, they were like pieces of shrapnel. It's hard for me to imagine what would happen if I were in it and got chipped by these pieces of wood.
"Platoon leader!" At this time, I heard a call from the front left, so I couldn't help but follow the team in the direction of the call.
Later I learned that this is actually a very dangerous thing. On the battlefield, do not join in the fun at any time... Curiosity kills, this is indeed a wise saying.
What appeared in front of me was a corpse, a corpse stuck like a hedgehog with pieces of wood and branches. Judging from his helmet and military uniform, it was obvious that he was a Jie, but I didn't think he was the one who was killed by me.
sniper, the reason is very simple, he is holding a submachine gun.
By the way, although I don’t have much military knowledge, I still know about submachine guns.
Sure enough, Scar quickly said: "This is not the case. Disarm and continue searching!"
"Platoon leader!" At this time, a soldier couldn't help but ask: "We have never seen the sharpshooter who has surpassed the Japanese. How do we know whether it is or not?"
"Yes, platoon leader!" Another soldier interjected: "What is the background of this Vietnamese Jap? Why do you have to find him?"
"His people are not important!" Scar replied: "The important thing is his gun..."
"His gun?" The soldiers couldn't help but be shocked when they heard this. No one thought that a member of our platoon would show up just for a gun.
Scar wanted to answer something, but a sudden whistling sound in the air made his expression change drastically. He pushed several people around him down and shouted: "Get down!"
"Boom boom..."
Several artillery shells exploded near us, and there was a roar in the sky. Lying on the ground, I only felt waves of vibrations coming from the ground, as if countless trains were passing by at the same time.
I habitually wanted to hide under a big tree not far away, but I stopped when I thought of the tragic situation when the Vietnamese soldier died just now...
I remember the old man once told me: When having sex, you can hide anywhere, even under the trees and in the bamboo forest!
When I was young and ignorant, I would ask innocently: "Why?"
"Why?" The old man would stare at this time. Although he had no "eyes", the glare was even more terrifying. Then the old man would demonstrate like an expert with his hands while saying: "You know how to hide?"
Will there be any consequences in the bamboo forest under the tree? The artillery shells came over, and exploded on the tree crown with a bang. Although no one could be affected by the explosion, the shrapnel, tree branches, etc.
It will explode in the sky like a goddess scattering flowers, inserted from top to bottom... Even if you lie down, it will be useless!"
Thinking of this, how dare I be negligent? No matter whether the shells rang out or the ground shook, I rolled and crawled towards the treeless place next to me. I remember there was a ditch nearby... Don't underestimate this.
It's a ditch. Isn't this thing just a natural trench? The only difference is that there is water in it.
Sure enough, I remembered correctly. After several minutes of scurrying around among the shrapnel and sawdust, the ditch suddenly appeared in front of me. I turned over and rolled down without even thinking about it.
With a "pop" sound, when my whole body was immersed in the cold stream, I felt extremely relaxed, especially my heart was half relieved... Although there were still flying stones falling into the stream with a "plop" sound.
There was a "boom, boom, boom" sound, but I knew that I was basically safe.
But I soon realized that I was wrong, and very wrong, because at this moment... right next to me... a black gun muzzle slowly stretched out and pressed against my head.
It was the Vietnamese sniper. From the blurry reflection in the water, I saw that it was a gun different from ours. Although I didn't know what kind of gun it was, I recognized the sniper scope on it.
I was wrong, I didn't beat him to death last night!