blood of vietnam war

Chapter 10

When I got the sniper rifle, there was a surge of excitement in my heart for no reason, just like a long-lost friend reunited; there was also a kind of stability, just like having it, there was safety; there was also a kind of desire, It's like owning a top-quality killer weapon in the game, and wanting to go to the battlefield to kill a few people...

So I naturally put the butt of the gun on my shoulder and aimed at the house.

"Bang!" I pulled the trigger and fired the first bullet. Immediately, a ball of blood erupted in the house and there was a scream.

This guy is actually very careful and smart, because he hides behind the window, which makes the flame and smoke of his gun undetectable to us.But his little cleverness is not enough to escape my eyes, the reason is that the closed window... only lacks two sloping glass, one upper and one lower, and the upper glass is too high. It was impossible to target us, so I roughly guessed the location of the target based on the location of the empty glass below and the location of the wounded soldiers.

"Bang!" Immediately afterwards, I fired another bullet, and there was another groan of pain in the house. Obviously this shot did not kill the opponent, but at least it hit the target.

This is a Vietnamese soldier hiding behind the door panel. It should be said that if he was hiding behind the door panel, he would not be able to see us nor him. However, the middle and lower part of the door panel was cut with a big hole by the shrapnel of the grenade. , so this became an excellent shooting hole.If he moved a cabinet or cement board or something in front of him, it would be perfect, and few people would even think that he would hide there.

However, what he didn't expect is that once the ak47 is fired repeatedly, the barrel will jump violently, and the barrel will fly with bullets, which makes a few bullets jump out of the shooting holes and make holes in the door panel ...

I deduced his position based on the bullet hole and fired a bullet. I didn't succeed in killing the enemy because I was not a god. I could only guess his general position but could not detail his vitals.

Some people may say, wouldn't the gun hole on the door panel be made by our own soldiers?The enemy's bullets and our bullets both punch a hole in the door panel, don't they?

But there is definitely a difference between them. The difference in direction is that one is coming and the other is in the past. The difference in life is that the one who is dead is us and the one who is dead is them. The difference on the door panel... is that it is still stuck The splinters on the holes were pointing at us.

"Bang!" Another bullet was fired from my gun.

This shot was aimed at the Vietnamese army trying to remove the corpses of their comrades. Like us, the Yue devils will always try their best to remove the corpses of their comrades instead of leaving them to the enemy, even if it costs their lives.

Some people may find it strange that exchanging the lives of living people for the corpses of comrades-in-arms is obviously doing something stupid, isn't it?

This is indeed true in terms of numbers, but sometimes the combat effectiveness of an army is not only reflected in the number, what an army needs more is a kind of spirit, a kind of ruthlessness towards the enemy and love for its own people Spirit, this kind of spirit can tightly unite the individual units of the army to form a terrifying force.

We know this, and of course the Vietnamese who are our apprentices also know this.Ever since, there was another undead under my gun.

Then there was no movement in the private house, and I didn't find any new targets, but everyone didn't dare to move, and they all held their guns and waited quietly...

"Listen, people inside!" After a while, the company commander leaned out of the invisible body and shouted into it with a small horn: "You are surrounded, the PLA treats the prisoners preferentially, come out and surrender!"

Then the translator next to the company commander took over the loudspeaker and yelled in Vietnamese, but there was still no response.

The company commander winked at Dao Scar and was about to let them go up, but was stopped by a clean middle-aged cadre.

"Everyone is there, come back to me!" The cadre hurriedly ran to us and then threw himself on the ground and shouted at us, "Everyone get down, get down...no one is allowed..."

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and before the cadre finished speaking, a huge flame burst out in front of our eyes, and broken bricks and tiles flew above our heads...

"Damn it!" Looking at the pile of rubbish in front of me, I couldn't help cursing with lingering fear: "The devils really don't want to die. If we go up now... I'm afraid we will die with them!"

"To die together?" The cadre who reminded us shook his head and stood up, patted the muddy water on his body and said with a smile: "The more devils will not be in such a good mood to die with us, they have already run away from the tunnel!"

"Hmm! Tunnel?" Hearing this, the soldiers couldn't help but look at each other. It's not that we haven't heard of tunnels. In fact, China is the ancestor of tunnel warfare.Then why is there a movie called Tunnel Warfare?It's just that we didn't know that Yue Guizi also played this trick.

"Since they all ran away, why blow up the house?" Xiao Shitou asked with some doubts.

"What are you doing?" The cadre patted Xiao Shishi on the shoulder and said, "What else can you do? If you went in just now, wouldn't they have blown them to pieces? Besides, they don't want us to find the hole. Let the bricks and tiles be buried!"

"Head, are you okay!" At this moment, several guards rushed to the cadre and shouted, "Why did you come up here? How dangerous..."

"Head?" The soldiers and I couldn't help being stunned when we heard this.

The cadre known as the regiment leader waved his hand and interrupted the guard impatiently, saying, "Saving people is like putting out a fire, so why are you talking about whether it's dangerous or not!"

It turned out that this cadre was still the head of the regiment... After knowing his identity, the expression on the soldier's face immediately became weird.

The company commander hurriedly stood up, straightened his uniform and said, "Report commander, if you hadn't reminded me just now, I'm afraid we would have sacrificed several soldiers!"

"Hey! They are all my comrades, so I don't need to say polite words!" Obviously the leader didn't like that, then turned his eyes to me who was dirty, looked at me, nodded and said: "It's not easy Ah! Comrade, in this case, three bullets can kill three Yue devils..."

"Report to the commander!" I replied: "Only two were killed, and one was injured. It should... probably ran away!"

"Oh!" Hearing this, the team leader couldn't help laughing: "That's great! Seeking truth from facts..."

At this time, the head of the group saw Scar, and couldn't help being stunned. He went up to hold Scar's hand and said, "Brother, you've worked hard!"

"Report to the head!" Scar puffed up his chest and said, "No hard work!"

"Yeah!" The regiment leader nodded: "Take good care of these brothers, let's get together after the war!"

"Yes!" Scar gritted his teeth and responded.

It was the first time I saw Scar being moved. It was obvious that he was gritting his teeth to keep his tears from flowing down.At this time, there are more doubts in my heart... This guy Scar actually knows the leader, and the relationship seems to be very deep...

"Platoon leader! Do you know the regiment commander?" As soon as the regiment leader left, many soldiers asked their doubts, but they didn't get the answer.Scar stared fiercely, making these cowards back away.No wonder the soldiers all said behind their backs that Scar was killing both internally and externally, using guns to kill devils externally, and frightening his own people internally.I saw it today.

Speaking of which, those comrades beside me were really a bit sloppy, they ignored them when they saw the scar, and soon they swarmed around me and started arguing.

"Not bad, Comrade Yang Xuefeng! The head of the group seems to have taken a fancy to you!"

Saying this... as if I were a big girl.

"Comrade, it's good to have you! Otherwise, we don't know where to put this face!"

"That's right, so many comrades were sacrificed, but we didn't even see the shadow of Yue Guizi! If Comrade Yang Xuefeng didn't kill a few of them, I'm afraid we would all be laughed at by others!"

I can only smile wryly at this. Is it as simple as not being seen as a joke on the battlefield?Is face more important than life?

Perhaps, for them, for an army, face is indeed more important than life, because they regard face as honor.

But for me, all I think about is survival, only survival.

"Good fight!" At some point, Company Commander Li walked up to me and nodded in approval: "Comrade Yang Xuefeng, your performance on the battlefield is worthy of recognition, but I hope you will not be proud of it, and I hope you can do it again." Make persistent efforts to achieve better results. Comrades must learn from Comrade Yang Xuefeng..."

As he spoke, he took the lead in clapping, and soon there was a clap of applause around him.This makes me a little puzzled. Could it be that this is the style left over from ten years of turmoil?You must know that this is a battlefield, and a few bullets or shells may fly over at any time. Don't forget to carry out ideological exercises?

"That... the company commander!" Because I was worried that the company commander would ask me to express my thoughts or say a few words to the soldiers, I changed the subject and reluctantly handed over the sniper rifle in my hand. : "This gun... I'd better turn it in!"

"Let's leave it to you for safekeeping!" The company commander said with a smile: "This gun fell into your hands twice, it seems that it has some fate with you. And it can also play its role in your hands. Before the big troops meet, it will be kept by you temporarily!"

"Yes!" In fact, I had already thought about it a long time ago. Now that I heard what the company commander said, I wouldn't refuse it, and I immediately agreed.

It's just that I didn't expect that this preservation would last until the end of the war...