Why is he not dead yet? Why is he not dead yet? How could he not be dead yet?
If he doesn't die, only I will die!
At this time, I can only blame my bad luck. Why did I go to this creek to die? I am really stupid. I know that this creek is the best hiding place for Vietnamese snipers.
Of course, you also know why I have no vigilance at all! If I am careless at ordinary times, then forget it, this is on the battlefield, if I am not careful, my life will be taken, and I will never have the second chance.
A chance...
"Air pull (Vietnamese: don't shoot)!" At this time, I don't know whether it was because I was in a hurry or something, but I suddenly said a pure Vietnamese sentence: "One of our own!"
Some people may wonder why I speak Vietnamese... It's a long story. The old man became a soldier very early. During the war to resist U.S. aggression and aid Vietnam, that is, when China and Vietnam were still comrades and brothers, he served as a soldier.
An artilleryman came to Vietnam for reinforcements. At this time, the old man "seduced" a Vietnamese woman from a good family. This woman from a good family later became my mother...
"Comrade!" I continued to say in fluent Vietnamese: "I am a militiaman who sneaked into the enemy's army. My surname is Nguyen and I live in Sabah!"
My past experience in picking up girls tells me that if you want to gain the trust of others, you must first tell the other person who you are. And there is another advantage of telling the other person first, that is, you can say what you want to say and wait until the other person asks.
Often you will be asked some questions that you cannot answer, especially now.
The other party didn't move, he seemed to be thinking, or trying to find flaws in my words.
However, I consider myself to be pretty good at lying. I think back in modern times, I successfully convinced several girls that I was still a virgin...
This is a digression. The reason why the Vietnamese devils couldn't find any flaws in me at that time was because I blocked the possible mistakes in advance. Isn't this? The militia means that there is no serial number, and the surname Nguyen is a common surname in Vietnam.
As for living in Sabah...this is where I am brilliant.
Sure enough, when this guy saw that I didn't give the full address, he continued to ask: "Where do you live in Sabah?"
"No. 36 Gangwan Street!" I answered without thinking. I was secretly thinking, this is my mother's address. She has said it so many times, will I still remember it?
So the last bit of suspicion this guy had about me disappeared, and then he collapsed to the side as if he had collapsed, breathing heavily.
I turned around and saw that damn one was screaming... This guy was shot in the left shoulder. I must have shot this shot. Then both legs were broken. The broken legs looked like two broken legs.
It hangs on the thigh like a wooden stick, and you can even see a leg bone inserted upside down in the left leg... This must have been broken when falling from the tree. Why are you climbing so high when you have nothing to do?
Looking at the blood all over his body and his pale face, I can't imagine how he survived, let alone how he wiped away the blood behind him and crawled all the way here.
"Comrade!" The Vietnamese sniper saw me staring at him blankly, and asked feebly: "Did you bring a first-aid kit? I need a bandage!"
"Well, yes!" I responded, took out the first aid kit and started to bandage his left shoulder.
"Keep your voice down!" said the Vietnamese sniper: "Be careful and stay hidden. After the enemy leaves, we will crawl back along the waterway... Well, what are you doing?"
In fact, I didn't do anything. I just tied up the only right hand that could still move while I was bandaging the wound of this Vietnamese devil. Damn it, this guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp, even if he only has one hand.
Even if I can move, I don't dare to confront him head-on. Be cautious and sail the ship for ten thousand years, right?
"You don't know yet!" I chuckled, pointed to the wound on his left shoulder and said, "I was the one who fired this shot! My shooting skills are not good, I only hit one out of ten bullets, which makes you laugh!"
"Hmm!" The Vietnamese sniper couldn't help but was stunned, took aim at the gun on my back, and then let out a bitter smile: "I never thought that I, Yong Changming, would die in your hands, and that I would lose to a gun like yours...
I……"
As he spoke, he stood up suddenly, as if he wanted to fight me, but his two broken legs refused to obey him, so he fell into the water and fainted.
To be honest, I really scared him. I really didn’t expect that a person who has reached this stage would still have the will to fight. How can this be called a human being? He is just like a beast.
At this time, I couldn't help but think of the old man. Didn't he tear his eyes off and rush forward after his eyes were blown out? I'm afraid only the old man can compete with the guy in front of me. At this time, I seem to understand the old man's approach.
, this era really needs people like him...
After a long while, I plucked up the courage to step forward and give him a hard kick in the abdomen before I dared to drag him out of the water. I checked his mouth and nose and found that he was still alive.
, this life is really hard!
"Yang Xuefeng!"
"Yang Xuefeng!"
…
I don’t know when the artillery fire stopped, but several calls from my comrades came from above. I quickly responded: “Here they are! We’ve captured a prisoner!”
Scar ran up and was very happy when he saw it: "Damn, you are really good. You captured a prisoner in a short while and you are also a sharpshooter of the Japanese!"
To be honest, I don't care about this devil's sharpshooter. Although his toughness still makes me a little scared, at the same time, I also know that even if I survive such a serious injury, I will be nothing more than a toothless tiger.
What I cared about was his gun - the extra long barrel, the hollow stock, and the sight... it immediately caught my eye and all my attention. I took this gun
He held the gun in his arms and couldn't put it down, looking through it. It felt like he was playing an online game listlessly, but suddenly he hit an artifact...
I have always faced this battlefield with an attitude of hiding when I can. But after getting this gun, I suddenly had the desire and impulse to go to the battlefield and practice my skills.
"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" When we returned to the camp, Scar sat in front of me with some hesitation.
"Well, what's wrong?" I played with the sniper rifle in my hand and looked at Scar in confusion. Judging from his expression, it was definitely not a good thing to come to me this time.
"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Scar handed me a cigarette and said meaningfully: "In these battles... you have performed very well, which is worthy of praise, especially when dealing with Japanese snipers.
In this matter, you acted very bravely and successfully captured the Japanese sniper, which was a great achievement. But..."
This proves that what I thought was right, it is indeed not a good thing.
"But..." Scar paused and then continued: "You must turn in this gun!"
"What?" When I heard this, I stood up and said, "Why? I was the one who shot the Japanese sniper, and I also handed over the gun. Why should I hand it over?"
"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Scar said in a serious tone: "You have to understand that we are a revolutionary team, an organized and disciplined force. If everyone is like you, whoever hands over the weapons belongs to the same person, then
Isn’t it chaos? Then we have become bandits who rob families and homes?”
"Just think that I have no organization or discipline. I just won't pay anyway!"
"You!" Scar was so angry that he glared. After pacing a few steps in front of me, he said angrily: "To tell you the truth! Our mission this time is for this gun. For this gun we
Do you know how many people the platoon has sacrificed? Five, five living lives, Comrade Yang Xuefeng! It can be said that this gun was obtained with the lives and blood of comrades. Are you embarrassed to take it as your own? You don't
Are you blushing?"
When I heard this, I couldn't help but fell silent. My attention had been focused on this gun. It was only now that I realized that five soldiers from our platoon had lost their lives in just a short while.
"I'm talking about Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Scar saw that I wasn't so opposed, so he softened his tone: "You have to know that every battle and every feat is the credit of all the soldiers. Think about it, if it was you just now
If you go up alone, can you capture the prisoner and hand over this gun? Individualism and egoism are indispensable..."
"Platoon leader!" I interrupted Scar: "There is a saying that good steel is used on the edge. I am confident that I can use this gun well, so why don't you just assign this gun to me?"
"You..." Now there was nothing that could be done about Scar.
In fact, I don't know what Scar said, but I don't care about individualism or egoism, I just want this gun.
"Comrade!" At this time, Rifle came up and sat down heavily in front of me. Then he raised the gun in his hand towards me and said, "I am in the company. If you think you are second best in shooting, there will be no one else."
I dare to admit that I am number one, but I still have to use these 56 and a half, do you know why?"
"I don't have a good gun!" This is not a question that even a fool can answer.
"Do you know the consequences of not having a good gun?" Rifle asked again.
This time I was confused. I have only been in this world for one day. How do I know the consequences of this?
"Do you know why we have a platoon of people fighting for this gun? Five comrades died for it?"
I shook my head. In fact, this was always strange in my heart.
"Let's take our gun..." Rifle took Scar and handed him the cigarette. After lighting it, he said: "A 56-and-a-half shot at four hundred meters is great, but what about this gun that surpasses the Japanese? Seven or eight hundred meters is no problem.
Just because our weapons are not as good as others, sometimes a company is suppressed and beaten by a single Japs but there is nothing we can do. Do you think this is cowardly?"
I couldn't help but fell silent. Although I had only been a soldier for one day, I could imagine how it would feel if a company was suppressed by a Japanese sniper and was unable to move forward or suffered heavy casualties. At that time, I was afraid that
I even have a dead heart.
"A fellow countryman of mine is also a comrade..." Rifle smiled miserably at this point: "He died at the hands of the Japanese sharpshooters. It's not that his marksmanship was not as good as the Japanese, but that he had to run nearly three hundred meters. This
Only then can we get the Japs, but 300 meters... How many shots can the Japs shoot at 300 meters? He... was unwilling to give in. He kept holding my hand until he died, asking me to avenge him... until he died.
He didn’t even mention the newly born child or his wife who is still in confinement, just asking me to take revenge, take revenge!”
"Third Squad Leader!" After being silent for a while, I said with some doubts: "Didn't you say... you want revenge? That's not reasonable. Can't you hand over the gun? Your marksmanship is accurate, then this gun... I'll give it to you.
!”
I really don't want to let it go, but I feel that since things have come to this, it wouldn't be interesting if I still hold on to it.
"That's right, Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Scar interrupted: "This time... the reason why we have to risk five lives to grab this gun is because our superiors want to take it back for research. Do you know what research is?
Just... just take one back and you can make a hundred and a thousand!"
"Oh!" When Scar said this, I understood. It turned out to be a copycat. I believe this. Our country is famous for its copycat country, isn't it? Something has passed our hands, blah blah blah.
You can create a copycat version in just a few clicks.
"Yes!" Scar exhaled a puff of smoke and continued: "The Vietnamese are very skilled, and they also know that we lack good guns, so even if the sharpshooters are injured on the battlefield, they will smash the guns before being captured.
, so we haven’t been able to seize a single gun of this gun until now. This is the first time you have seized it. The superiors were very happy after hearing this. Who knew you still wouldn’t hand it over..."
"Okay, okay!" When I heard this, I knew that I couldn't keep this gun. Regardless of national justice or the feelings of my comrades, this gun didn't belong to me, so I simply put the gun in Scar's hand.
Pushed and said: "Then if I get a handful next time..."
Scar slapped his chest loudly: "Next time you hand over one more, I will allocate it to you!"
I glanced at the sniper rifle, feeling full of reluctance, thinking I would never see it again. But what I didn't expect was that not only did the gun not leave me, but it also followed me through the entire war...