blood of vietnam war

Chapter 7

The little stone just ran to me and wanted to ask if it was hit, but he swallowed it abruptly when Scar called it out.

After a while, Scar ran up to us angrily, pointed at us and cursed: "What are you doing? You didn't hear my order, did you? Is there any organization or discipline... "

"Platoon leader!" Scar's words were interrupted by a voice, and the rifle appeared in front of us for some unknown reason. He glanced at me unwillingly and said to Scar: "This kid knocked out the Yue Guizi!"

"What?" Scar looked at me in disbelief, then looked at the rifle and said, "Are you sure? How do you know that Yue Guizi was shot?"

"Yeah!" Rifle nodded: "I heard the sound of Yue Guizi falling from the tree, and I probably won't survive!"

After pausing the rifle, he asked me: "I just want to know... how did you lure the devil?"

"It's me!" Xiao Shitou explained complacently, "Comrade Yang Xuefeng asked me to light a cigarette over there..."

Xiao Shitou originally wanted to continue talking, but when he saw Dao Scar's face about to kill, he stopped his mouth knowingly.

"Platoon leader!" Rifle looked at the sky and suggested: "It will be dawn soon, we'd better fire a few shots at a position more than 200 meters away from six o'clock. First, it can prevent the devils from coming up to save people, and second... ...Maybe the Yueguizi sharpshooter was only injured."

"Yeah!" Dao Scar nodded, glared at me and Xiao Shitou and said, "This time you are lucky, next time I can't spare you!"

Rifle patted me on the shoulder and said, "You won, well played!"

"Okay!" The surrounding soldiers burst into cheers suddenly, and the oppressive atmosphere was swept away in an instant, replaced by a kind of pride and pride.There were also a few soldiers I didn't know at all who came forward to shake hands with me, and kept saying:

"Comrade Yang Xuefeng, you have made great contributions to our class!"

"Thank you, Comrade, for giving our army a sigh of relief!"

……

I couldn't help feeling a little elated after being praised by the soldiers, and at the same time I couldn't help sighing in my heart: What the old man said is true. The greatest role of a sniper is not how many people are killed, but whether it is effective or not. Improves the morale of troops.Isn't it?This time I just killed... To be precise, I suspected that I killed a person, but the entire mental outlook of the army is different.

"Comrade! Thank you!" The scholar came up and held my hand tightly, his eyes full of gratitude.

"No thanks!" I replied, "That's what I should do!"

I can understand the thought of the scholar, he is still guilty of killing that soldier, but I killed the Vietnamese sniper at least to avenge him, at least it can make him feel better.

"Boom..." It didn't take long for a shell to hit the possible position of the Vietnamese sniper. Although the density was not high, it was fired every few minutes, and it continued for half an hour. After dawn.

At first, I really thought that the purpose of firing the cannon was to prevent the other party from rescuing the sniper, but later I realized that the rifle had another purpose.

As soon as it was light, we pulled the troops out under the leadership of Scar, and I began to wonder why the troops would act at this time.Even if I am a novice, I know that it is not appropriate to go out at this moment.Isn't it?The East has just turned white, and the mountains in Vietnam are full of morning fog, plus a little bit of light and weeds and trees all over the mountains... It can be said that it is a good time to set a trap!Those of us that move are the targets of the Vietnamese army hiding in the bushes.

Later I knew that this action was an order from my superiors. Of course, at that time, I, a small soldier, could not have known why my superiors did this. I only knew that I followed the soldiers carefully with a rifle in my hand.

With the swishing sound of the grass, I soon felt a coldness under my feet.The air in Vietnam has a high moisture content, and when the moisture content is high, there will be fog. When the fog condenses on the grass, it will form dew. The grass will be wet by the dew when the shoes are wet. When the shoes are wet, it will make me Very uncomfortable……

Am I bored?In fact, I'm not bored at all, I'm trying my best to think of some irrelevant things to drive away the fear in my heart.At this time, I was wondering, and even I couldn't believe that I could kill a person so calmly last night without feeling scared or disgusted at all!

But no matter how scared I was, no matter how heavy my feet were, I still had to walk forward with my own feet.

After a while, the team walked into the weeds more than 100 meters away from the front of the position. At this time, I vaguely understood the reason why we came out at this inappropriate time...Vietnamese army snipers.

Sure enough, after a while, Scar gave an order in a low voice: "Comrades, spread out and look for the body of the Yueguizi sharpshooter! Report it in time if you find it!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

……

The soldiers responded in a low voice, and soon fanned out to search forward.

As I walked and stopped in the grass, I wondered why we should be so concerned about the life and death of a Vietnamese sniper, especially now that a platoon of troops is in danger just to find that sniper.

This piece of grass has long been bombarded by a burst of shelling last night, and there are bullet craters everywhere, but it is not as black as I imagined.The reason, I think, is that the fog was too heavy, and the shells were not enough to set the grass on fire.However, there are grass powder, leaves and pieces of wood that were blown to pieces by shells everywhere, and occasionally a few pieces of wood are firmly embedded in the cracks in the stones of the wooden poles... You know, after the pieces of wood are blown to pieces, they will die. It is equivalent to a piece of shrapnel. It is hard for me to imagine what will happen if I am cut by these pieces of wood while I am in it.

"Platoon leader!" At this time, I heard a call from the front left, so I couldn't help but followed the team and leaned towards the direction of the call.

Later I realized that this is actually a very dangerous thing. On the battlefield, don’t join in the fun at any time... Curiosity kills people, this is indeed a wise saying.

What appeared before my eyes was a dead body, a hedgehog stuck in pieces of wood and branches.Judging from his helmet and military uniform, it was obvious that he was a Yuegui, but I didn't think he was the sniper I killed. The reason was very simple. He was holding a submachine gun in his hand.

In other words, although I don't have much military knowledge, I still know the submachine gun.

Sure enough, Scar quickly said: "This is not, continue searching after disarming!"

"Platoon leader!" At this time, a soldier couldn't help asking: "We haven't seen the sharpshooter of the Yue Devil, how do we know if it is or not?"

"Yes, platoon leader!" Another soldier interjected, "What is the origin of this Yue Guizi? Why do you have to find him?"

"His person is not important!" Scar replied: "The important thing is his gun..."

"His gun?" The soldiers couldn't help being stunned when they heard this. No one thought that the people in our platoon came out at this time just to hold the gun.

Scar wanted to answer something, but a sudden whistling sound from the air made his complexion change drastically, and he pushed several people around him down and shouted: "Lie down!"

"Boom..."

A few shells exploded near us, and there was a boom in the sky. Lying on the ground, I only felt vibrations coming from the ground, as if countless trains were passing by at the same time.

I used to want to hide under a big tree not far away, but when I thought of the tragic death of the Vietnamese soldier just now, I stopped my hands and feet...

I remember that the old man once told me: When shooting cannons, you can hide anywhere, but you can't hide in the bamboo forest under the trees!

When I was young and ignorant, I would ask stupidly: "Why?"

"Why?" The old man will stare at this time, although he has no "eyes", but the stare is more scary, and then the old man will demonstrate with his hands like an expert: "Know how to hide!" Will there be any consequences in the bamboo forest under the tree? The cannonball "woo..." came over, and exploded on the treetop with a "boom". Although it couldn't hit people, the shrapnel, tree pieces and branches would Exploding in the sky is like a goddess scattering flowers from top to bottom... Even if you lie on your stomach, it's useless!"

Thinking of this, how could I dare to be negligent, no matter whether the shells sounded or the ground shook, he ran to the place where there were no trees beside him even rolling and crawling.I remember there is a ditch nearby... Don't underestimate this ditch, isn't this thing a natural trench?The only difference is that there is water in it.

Sure enough, I remembered correctly, after I ran around for a few minutes in the shrapnel and sawdust, the ditch was in front of me, and I rolled over without thinking.

With a sound of "噗咚", when my whole body was immersed in the icy-cold stream, I felt extremely refreshed, especially my heart was half relieved... Although there were still flying stones falling into the stream and making a "thump" "Boom, boom, boom," but I know I'm basically safe.

But I soon realized that I was wrong, and very wrong, because at this moment...right next to me...the muzzle of a black hole slowly extended to my head.

It was the Vietnamese sniper. From the blurred reflection in the water, I saw that it was a gun different from ours. Although I didn't know what it was, I recognized the sniper scope on it.

I was wrong, I didn't beat him to death last night!