The veteran's disregard made Zhang Hai choke for a moment, and he looked around with a look of embarrassment on his face.
He originally thought that the officers and soldiers of the special forces were deliberately alienating the veteran. He felt that the veteran was quite pitiful, so he chose him as a breakthrough point.
Only when he opened his mouth did he realize that the other special forces officers and soldiers were alienated from the veteran. The feelings of the veteran were colder than the others, colder than the ice of the deep sea. No wonder no one dared to approach him.
But he had already come here, and the southern pistol he got from Wu Hao hadn't warmed up yet. It wouldn't be a joke if he gave up.
Zhang Hai smiled awkwardly, and did not retreat. Instead, he changed the subject, stared at the stinking mud on the veteran's face and said, "There is mud on your face, wipe it off."
When Zhang Hai said this, he kindly took out a piece of cloth from his arms that he had prepared to bandage the wound and handed it over.
The veteran didn't speak or answer. He remained silent, but he stopped wiping his gun and raised his head to look at Zhang Hai and his empty hands like an idiot.
Zhang Hai's eyes only made contact with the cold and deep gaze of the veteran and he quickly moved away. As if his whole body was being seen through, a cold air rose from the soles of his feet.
Looking at this veteran who had not changed his face despite the collapse of the mountain, Zhang Hai felt that he was a little reckless. Why did he come here and suffer the consequences?
"Are you a sniper too?"
Just when Zhang Hai was about to get up and leave, the veteran spoke.
Zhang Hai was overjoyed when he saw the veteran speak for the first time. He nodded quickly and replied: "I am from the 1st Platoon Sniper Team of the 2nd Battalion. My name is Zhang Hai."
"Where is your gun?" the veteran asked expressionlessly.
Zhang Hai pointed to the 38 rifle leaning against Wu Hao's wall in the distance: "Over there..."
"As a soldier and a sniper, you even throw away your gun casually. If you have died eight hundred times on the battlefield, if you don't cherish your gun, you are not worthy of being a qualified sniper."
The veteran spoke bluntly, interrupting Zhang Hai's words.
When Zhang Hai heard this lesson, his face turned red and he wanted to refute, but his mouth was slightly open but he couldn't refute for the moment and didn't know what to say.
Both he and Wu Hao had just joined the army. Although they had gone with the company to fight against the Xiaodao Society and other armed forces that were roaming the countryside, the battle was not a battle at all. The Xiaodao Society and others collapsed at the first touch.
So this time going to Gaoyou City to fight the Japs was the real battle. Previously, I hid in the darkness behind the company and shot the Japs coldly, killing many Japs. Some of them were a little impatient, thinking that the Japs were just like that.
But now that he was taught such a ruthless lesson by the veteran, he suddenly realized his problem. He didn't even put the gun in a convenient place. If he were really on the battlefield where the outcome was determined by lightning and flint, he might really die.
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"If you want to live longer on the battlefield, watch more what the veterans do and talk less."
The veteran saw Zhang Hai stunned and was speechless for a moment. After kindly reminding him, he lowered his head and wiped his gun.
"I have learned a lesson." Zhang Hai bowed slightly to the veteran, then turned back to Wu Hao and grabbed his gun in his hand.
"What? Did you hit a wall?" Wu Hao watched Zhang Hai come back silently, with a look of gloating on his face.
"Give the gun back to you."
Zhang Hai took off the Nanfang pistol from his body and gave it back to Wu Hao.
"What, you don't want to play anymore?"
Seeing Zhang Hai's uncharacteristic behavior, Wu Hao was also slightly surprised.
"The veterans said that if you want to live longer, learn from them more and talk less." Zhang Hai also pretended to be mysterious and dropped a sentence, then wiped and cleaned up alone with a gun.
Wu Hao looked at the veteran who was almost hidden in the corner, and then looked back at Zhang Hai who was cleaning his gun. He shook his head helplessly, took out a rag, and took care of his gun.
Zhang Hai and the others did not wait too long in this warehouse filled with debris. Sonorous and powerful footsteps came from outside, and everyone looked up one after another.
Although the warehouse was dim, the hanging World War I horse lanterns still gave off a faint light, and a sturdy figure wearing a cotton-padded military uniform soon appeared at the door of the warehouse.
Seeing the figure of the incoming person, the officers and soldiers of the Flame Special Forces who had just been eating and sleeping with their eyes closed stood up with their guns in hand.
If they were just a group of napping tigers, now they are sharp swords with sharp edges, all staring at their captain with stern eyes. They know that it is their turn to take action.
Wei Qing, the captain of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade, looked around at the people standing in the warehouse with cold eyes and said nothing.
"Go outside to replenish bullets and grenades, it's our turn!"
After Wei Qing just said this, he turned around and walked outside.
The officers and soldiers of the special operations team also quickly packed up their belongings and followed them out. Zhang Hai and Wu Hao, the half-skilled snipers transferred from each company who had been left aside, also looked at each other in disbelief, and finally followed.
Yang Ling and his guerrilla corps have won several battles in a row and regained Huaiyin, so there is no shortage of weapons and ammunition for the time being.
The Flame Special Warfare Brigade is an elite force that Yang Ling wants to build. Not only are they given the highest military pay and the best food, but weapons and ammunition are also given priority.
Although ordinary guerrilla companies are equipped with some Japanese grenades, most of them still use cheap wooden handle grenades obtained from everywhere.
The Flame Special Forces team was different. Even though the conditions were difficult, Yang Ling equipped each of them with four Japanese melon grenades.
In addition to the necessary bayonets and rifles, the more than fifty officers and soldiers of the special operations team also have two short guns.
Due to the constraints of conditions, the models of these short guns seemed a bit messy, but Yang Ling still tried his best to narrow the range, that is, tortoise box and shell guns.
The shell gun can be fired single-shot or continuously. The continuous-fire mode is even more powerful than a submachine gun in short-distance raids, which can be regarded as increasing their firepower.
The failure rate of the tortoise box is relatively high, but more of them were seized in the battle with the Japs, so they can be used as a temporary substitute for the shortage of shell guns.
Of course, what Yang Ling hopes most is to get a batch of submachine guns. He has already sent a telegram to the headquarters of the Sulu Theater, but there is no news yet.
After all, as the commander-in-chief, he is still too light and cannot speak very well. Moreover, the Sulu War Zone is already behind enemy lines, and life is tight.
Both Zhang Hai and Wu Hao are considered snipers, and they also use guns selected from the 38-type rifles with relatively stable and excellent shooting performance as an alternative to sniper rifles.
They also each took some grenades from the ammunition box and stuffed them into the canvas bags they carried with them. They grabbed a lot of extra bullets and put them into the canvas bags while no one was paying attention.
In fact, this little move was noticed by the special operations team leader Wei Qing, but he didn't point it out. The ammunition was all for fighting Japanese enemies, so it didn't matter if he took more.
Although Yang Ling and the others have seized a lot of ammunition now, their troops have also been expanded. The conventional troops are still limited, and the special forces are open to supply.
Wu Hao and Zhang Hai, who had just arrived, didn't know the situation, so they tried to get as much as possible secretly. Their cautious appearance made people laugh.