blood of vietnam war

First of all, the first thing I did was find some rags to wrap around the sniper rifle.

I did this because I didn't want to repeat the mistakes of its former owner. The barrel and scope of this sniper rifle are too obvious. If there is a sniper hiding behind the devil, it must be me.

It would be much better to wrap it with rags, and I still wrapped it with the rags torn from the torn military uniform. The back is the same color as the military uniform, and I really can’t tell it if I don’t look carefully.

However, I soon became worried about the bullets of this sniper rifle... I checked the magazine just now, and there were only two bullets left. What should I do if there is no bullet in the gun?I even compared my own 56 and a half bullets with a fluke mentality, and found that the sizes of the two bullets are completely different...

Even if I don't know much about military knowledge, I know that bullets of different sizes cannot be used universally.

This undoubtedly poured a basin of cold water on me. Isn't it useless to have a gun without a bullet?Does it mean that I have to pay bullets from Yue Guizi every time?

Damn it!Thinking of this, I couldn't help cursing in my heart, so it seems that I am really "keeping" this sniper rifle now, not to mention an extra burden on me, and it is very likely that I will become the target of the Vietnamese army. .

But after all, I'm still reluctant to throw this thing away as a burden.

"Comrades!" At this time, the instructor came up and called me together. While looking at the notebook in his hand, he said to us: "First of all, let me tell you a good news, we have successfully captured Laojie!"

"it is good!"

"[***]Long live!"

"Down with Vietnamese revisionism!"

……

This time I believe that everyone is happy from the bottom of their hearts, not because of anything else, but because they thought they would have to fight a big battle to win Laojie, but they did not expect to complete the task easily.

Yes, no one likes to fight, and no one likes to die, even if we are soldiers.

"Comrades!" The instructor raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, then pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued: "Now we are facing a problem. The superior considers that there must still be people left in the old street, such as some old people who have no time to escape. and children. The requirements of our superiors are: resolutely implement the "Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention", do not take needles and threads from the masses, and would rather starve ourselves than disturb the people. As the saying goes, the people are the backing of the army! The task of coming down is to search for the fellow villagers who have been evacuating in no hurry, and move them to a safe place, which will also help us wipe out the remaining enemies!"

"There are all of them!" Then the company commander gave an order: "Search the houses one by one, do not shoot indiscriminately, pay attention to discipline, and do not move every plant and tree of the Vietnamese people. We must protect the finance ministers and lives of the Vietnamese fellow villagers. Listen. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The soldiers answered reflexively, but I don't think anyone understood.

"Report to the company commander!" Dao Scar asked with some embarrassment.

The question of the scar is exactly what I wondered, what would it be like to search without moving every plant and tree?Could it be that we are still allowed to knock on the door from door to door, and then call inside in an amiable tone: "Is there anyone? My fellow, please open the door and let us see if there are Yue devils hiding inside, and whether there are people hiding inside." Carrying guns and ammunition?", I'm almost too funny!

The company commander thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Why so much nonsense, execute the order!"

So I understood that, in fact, the company commander didn't know how to search. He was just afraid of making mistakes, so he mechanically relayed the orders from his superiors.

From this point of view, many higher-level departments are sitting in the office and directing blindly without understanding the actual situation.I later learned that during the ten years of turmoil, a large number of qualified and experienced mid-to-senior officers had been defeated. This directly resulted in the lack of quality of the command staff, and the command organization often made decisions based on imagination.And the consequence of this is the in vain death of countless soldiers on the front line.

"My fellow! My fellow... open the door!"

What made me vomit blood was that the soldiers really went up and knocked on the door one by one.Even if there are people inside, can they open the door?So I'm not even interested in going up there.

Some people can't open the door, and of course nobody can open the door, so the soldiers tossed around for a while, all looking at Scar very weakly.

Dao Scar didn't say a word, walked up to one of the houses, held up the butt of his gun, and smashed the door. In stark contrast, he yelled very kindly while smashing: "Fellow townsman, don't be afraid! We are People's Liberation Army, we will guarantee the safety of your property and lives..."

In the end, before Scar could finish speaking, the door of the room that couldn't bear the toss was smashed open with a "bang".

"Hey! Fellow!" Dao Scar pretended to say to a stunned Vietnamese old man inside: "Why is your door so weak? It fell apart after only a few knocks. I'll find someone to fix it for you later." build……"

I suddenly discovered that Scar is actually quite cute.

With Scar leading this head, the next thing will be lively, and the sound of slamming doors will soon be heard one after another in the streets and alleys of the old street.Of course, this barbaric move was accompanied by the amiable shouts from the soldiers.

The soldiers knocked on the door, and scattered into the house to search.I was in a group with the squad leader. The squad leader was from Chengdu. He spoke with a strong Sichuan accent. Can be regarded as a veritable veteran.

I just found out that I was in class three, and then I asked Scar to find out that this unattractive young man was my class leader.

The squad leader raised his submachine gun at me, and we walked into a dark wooden room one by one.

The person who opened the door was a Vietnamese woman. I am always very interested in women, especially after entering the room and adapting to the light, I saw that the Vietnamese woman was still a slender beauty, and she did not avoid my gaze at all. , there seemed to be a few loose buttons on the chest, and from time to time he smiled provocatively at me... In an instant, my soul flew to nowhere.

The squad leader looked left and right in the room on his own, while I kept staring at the Vietnamese woman.At the same time, I feel sorry, if I don't have so many comrades by my side, maybe I can...

I found out later that it was fortunate that I didn’t have that chance, otherwise I would have tasted what it’s like to die under the peony flowers soon!

The squad leader searched the house, but of course he didn't dare to rummage through the box because of the order from his superiors, so it was over in a while.

The squad leader is a good man. Seeing that the hut had not been lit for several days, he took out two biscuits and a box of canned meat from the dry food bag and put them in front of the Vietnamese woman, and confessed: "Stay in the room, Don't run around!"

The Vietnamese woman nodded.

I admit that my head was already confused by the beauty of this Vietnamese woman and the half-unbuttoned clothes on her chest, so I didn't think of any problem for a while.

The squad leader was a shy young man who didn't dare to look at the woman. He looked at me lewdly and stared at her and pulled me with a bit of blame. He gave me a wink at the door and said in a low voice: "Pay attention to discipline!"

Reluctantly, I looked away from the Vietnamese woman. When I turned my head, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. That Vietnamese woman seemed to understand what we were talking about... It is impossible for an ordinary Vietnamese person to do this little bit.

unless……

When I turned around in doubt, I couldn't believe my eyes. The Vietnamese woman who was winking at me just now suddenly looked like a man-eating devil, and the button on her chest had been unbuttoned. Open, a snow-white and plump breast jumped out from it, and in her hand... was a pistol!

"Don't!" I yelled and rushed forward, but it was too late.

With a "bang" gunshot, the squad leader fell to the ground.

My head buzzed and exploded. This sudden situation made me stunned for half a second, that is, during this half second, the Vietnamese woman pointed her gun at me again...

My gun was in my hand, but it was a long gun, and it was obviously impossible to point at the Vietnamese woman and pull the trigger before her.

Once again, I felt the god of death holding his sickle and grinning towards me, but I was never the kind of person who would commit the crime willingly... I don't know if it was a conditioned reflex or something, I didn't think about anything at this time, and my hands But unconsciously, he waved the butt of the gun and knocked the Vietnamese woman to the ground with a "bang".When she turned around and wanted to raise her gun to resist, the rifle in my hand was already aimed at her head...

The Vietnamese woman's mouth was full of blood, and her eyes were staring at me viciously. She was disgusting and repulsive like a vampire. I really can't imagine that just now... I was enjoying her temptation!

After hesitating for a while, I gritted my teeth and moved my index finger with a "bang", beating the Vietnamese woman until her brains burst and she fell to the ground.

"What's the situation?" After a while, Scar and several soldiers rushed in.

"Report!" I stood up and said, "This Vietnamese woman has a gun. She killed the squad leader. I...I killed her!"

Scar didn't say a word, squatting on the ground to inspect the squad leader's injury, after a while he shook his head and sighed, and said to the two soldiers beside him: "Take the squad leader out and put it by the side of the road, and wait for the containment team..."

"Yes!" The two soldiers carried the squad leader out silently.

Scar patted me on the shoulder and comforted me: "People always die in war!"