While I was pretending to be a Vietnamese soldier, I held a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other to search in another room. At the same time, I was thinking about ways to deal with the Vietnamese army.
Do you want to go directly to the Japanese?
This seems unrealistic. Although I also have an AK47 in my hand, if I can fight face to face with a platoon of Vietnamese soldiers... my life is basically too long.
Attract the firepower of the Japanese?
I have indeed thought about this. After all, the target of the Vietnamese army is Zhang Fan... So, if I can successfully make the Vietnamese army believe that Zhang Fan has escaped from somewhere, then the Vietnamese army agents will face two choices, or give up the strategic target and retreat.
Or go after Zhang Fan. No matter which point the Vietnamese army chooses, it may mean that the wounded and soldiers in the field hospital will escape... However, this seems to be just my wishful thinking. With the ferocity of the Vietnamese army's agents, I believe that the Vietnamese army is more likely to
There will be a massacre before leaving.
So it was neither fight nor escape... I didn't know what to do at the moment, so I could only take one step at a time and search the house one by one.
After only searching two houses, I felt a twitch in my heart: This can't go on like this. The Vietnamese agents don't have much time. They can't stay in this village for a long time, because this will most likely mean that they will be discovered by our army, and they may even be killed.
They will be surrounded and annihilated.
So... what happens once they can't find their target?
The answer is yes, they will still cause a massacre... which means I don't have much time.
Thinking of this, I didn't think much about it, and immediately walked quickly towards the duty room in the north of the village... There was the armory of the security company, and my sniper rifle was stored in the armory. I wanted to fight with more than twenty people by myself.
The confrontation between the Vietnamese army and the Vietnamese army was only possible with a sniper rifle in hand.
I am now an agent of the Vietnamese army, right? The duty room is only about two hundred meters away from me, so it is not too easy to get a sniper rifle.
However, when I arrived at the warehouse, I realized that things were not as simple as I thought... The flashlight light constantly shaking in the warehouse told me that the place had been occupied by Vietnamese agents.
But this seems to be normal. The Vietnamese agents seem to have a clear grasp of our situation. They know clearly that we are showing a movie tonight, and they also know the security configuration of the field hospital. Of course, they also know that the arsenal of the security company is there.
Which. Moreover...occupying this arsenal can be said to be a top priority.
"Hey!" I heard Vietnamese coming from inside: "How come the Chinese have SVD sniper rifles?"
"Yes!" Another voice replied: "Didn't you say that this Chinese army has never fought in a war? Then where did this sniper rifle come from?"
"Is it the injured person's?"
"It's possible! The wounded fought on the battlefield, killed our snipers and seized the sniper rifles..."
"Damn it!" I heard a curse coming from inside: "We should inform the platoon leader of Xiawu that there are Chinese snipers among the wounded!"
"Ruan Chengxing must know this, let him point out the sniper..."
As I was listening outside, I knew the opportunity had come, so I turned around, ran back for a while, and found a place to hide next to a house.
I am not surprised by the reaction of the Vietnamese army when they saw the sniper rifle. In fact... people who have fought on the battlefield always hate the enemy's snipers. I don't know if it is prejudice or some other reason. Of course, this
Part of this must be because snipers can always surprise and kill the enemy on the battlefield, but the enemy often has nothing to do against him.
To put it another way, if one of my comrades died on the battlefield at the hands of an enemy sniper, and I was helpless because the gun in my hand did not have enough range or the sniper had moved... then I would hate the enemy more than once.
sniper.
Therefore, once a sniper is captured by the enemy... you must not think that just because you are a sniper, you can gain the respect of the enemy. Not only will they not respect you, they will also torture you to death because of their hatred. So what does the Geneva Convention mean for you?
It is generally not applicable to snipers. This is why snipers often hide their sniper rifles before being captured.
After a while, I saw a Vietnamese soldier walking out of the warehouse. What made me a little regretful was that he did not bring out my sniper rifle...
But think about it, it would be useless even if he brought it out. There are no bullets, right? The bullets for sniper rifles and AK bullets are not interchangeable. I have to go to the warehouse anyway.
Seeing that the Vietnamese were almost approaching, I went up to him with a flashlight, and spoke first from a few meters away: "Hey, we have captured a Chinese sniper. The platoon leader asked me to come and see if it's okay."
There’s a sniper rifle!”
I did this because I was worried that the Japanese would find something wrong with me.
Don't think that they won't be suspicious if I put on military uniform and the same equipment as the Vietnamese Japs. The Vietnamese army agents are very skilled. They have their own way of identifying the enemy and ourselves. In addition, the Vietnamese army agents who came this time are no more than two.
There were more than a dozen people, and I'm afraid they were all familiar with each other. How could they be fooled when they got closer and saw strangers.
But it’s different when I say it this way. First of all, I will know "Platoon Commander", and secondly, what I said happened to be the capture of a Chinese sniper, which is completely consistent with what the Vietnamese Japs want to report...
"Yes!" Yue Japzi nodded and said without any suspicion: "I was just going to report to the platoon leader..."
But before he finished speaking... I had already taken the opportunity to walk to his side, threw away the flashlight, turned around suddenly and covered his mouth from behind, and then the military thorn in my right hand came out and pierced him hard.
of lungs.
The Vietnamese soldier probably didn't understand what happened until the moment he died, but there are some things that are better not understood than understood. If he knew... the person who killed him was the Chinese sniper he hated and wanted to report.
Hands, I'm afraid there's no need for me to use them, and I should be very angry.
I spent some time dragging the body to the shadow of the house and hiding it, casually patting the blood on it, and then roughly calculated the time it would take to travel back and forth. After waiting for a while, I stepped towards the warehouse.
As I walked outside the warehouse, I waved a flashlight and shouted inside: "I heard that a Chinese sniper rifle was found? The platoon leader ordered me to take the sniper rifle to have a look..."
Like last time, my words contain a lot of convincing information.
"Oh, here it is!" Just like last time, this Vietnamese Jap was subconsciously conquered by the information at the first moment, and he also had no suspicion about me.
At this time, he was playing with the sniper rifle in his hand. After listening to my words, he handed the sniper rifle over with some pride: "Look, this is it..."
All his attention was on the gun, and all my attention was on him.
The moment he handed me the sniper rifle, I had already pressed down on his mouth and inserted the thorn into his throat from the side.
I don’t know since when, I have been able to calmly face the enemy bleeding under my knife, struggle and then kick my legs to exhale my last breath... Once upon a time, all of this would arouse waves of chills and fear in my heart.
But now, I just feel a little uncomfortable because the blood spurted from his neck splashes on my face.
However, this discomfort did not affect my fighting spirit. Instead, it stimulated my nerves to a certain extent. In other words, the strong smell of blood reminded me of the killings and indomitableness on the battlefield, making me faster.
, and entered a state of war more thoroughly.
I casually threw away the AK47 on my shoulder and picked up the flashlight and sniper rifle... Some people may say, why throw away the AK47? Although the sniper rifle has a long range and high accuracy, it has a slow rate of fire, while the AK47 has neither range nor accuracy.
Good, but the rate of fire is not comparable to that of a sniper rifle... Aren't these two guns complementary to each other?
This is true, but as someone who has fought in a war, I understand that it is a taboo to carry two types of guns at the same time, and two types of long guns with incompatible ammunition.
How much does the AK47 weigh? Plus the magazine weighs at least a dozen kilograms, plus the sniper rifle and ammunition? And then what about grenades, pistols and other equipment? More importantly, both are long guns.
You must have another long gun on your back. Is it possible to move flexibly in a jungle like Vietnam? Moreover, the bullets of the two long guns are not compatible. In this darkness or on the battlefield, you have time to distinguish the bullets.
Or magazine?
Therefore, fighting with two spears at the same time is basically only possible in movies or novels.
Take a look into this warehouse with a flashlight... Damn, this little guard company has a lot of guns and ammunition, from large machine guns to small pistols. But this doesn't seem strange. I think these guns
Not all of the ammunition belongs to the guard company...a considerable part of it belongs to the wounded, and there are even relics of soldiers who were transported to the field hospital and died of serious injuries. This can be seen from the blood stains on many of the guns.
Gotta come out.
But this is not what I care about. I rummaged through the pile of firearms and found my armed belt without much effort. There were magazines for the SVD sniper rifle on it. I randomly pulled out two magazines.
After checking it carefully, I was surprised to find that all the magazines were loaded with bullets.
I clearly remember that when we were fighting on Hill 239, we were already very short of ammunition. Even my sniper bullets were not enough, so it was impossible to fill all the magazines.
The only explanation is that the guys in the security company saw my sniper rifle and were greedy, so they secretly took it to the wild to enjoy themselves... No wonder I always feel that Xiao Wang from the security company always looks at me with a full face.
envious.
But at this time, I didn’t have time to think about it that much. After loading the magazine, I pulled dozens of rounds of bullets from the machine gun’s bullet chain as quickly as possible and stuffed them into my backpack. I picked up a sack from the corner.
He swept the pile of pistols on the table in. Before leaving, he took two melon-style grenades from the corpses of the Vietnamese soldiers and hung them on his body. The preparations were completed.