Chapter VII

The little stone ran to me and wanted to ask if it was okay, but it was swallowed by Scar as soon as he screamed.

After a while, Scar ran to us angrily, pointed at us and scolded, "What are you doing? Didn't hear my orders, did you? Is there any organizational discipline anymore......"

"Platoon commander!" A voice interrupted Scar's words, the rifle didn't know what appeared in front of us, he glanced at me a little unwillingly and said to Scar: "This kid knocked out the Yue devil!" ”

"What?" Scar looked at me incredulously, then at the rifle and said, "Are you sure?" How do you know that the more devils have been defeated? ”

"Hmm!" The rifle nodded: "I heard the sound of the Yue devil falling from the tree, and eighty percent of them won't survive!" ”

After a pause, he asked me, "I just want to know...... How did you lure the devil into action? ”

"It's me!" Xiaoshi explained a little smugly: "Comrade Yang Xuefeng asked me to light a cigarette over there......"

Xiao Shi wanted to go on to say more, but when he saw Scar's murderous face, he stopped his mouth in amusement.

"Platoon commander!" The rifle looked at the sky and suggested: "It's going to be dawn soon, we'd better fire a few shots at a position of more than 200 meters in the direction of six o'clock, first, to prevent the devils from coming up to save people, and second, to come...... Maybe the Devil Sharpshooter was just injured. ”

"Hmm!" Scar nodded, glared at me and Xiaoshi fiercely, and said, "You are lucky this time, and I won't spare you next time!" ”

The rifle patted me on the shoulder and said, "You won, well played!" ”

"Good!" The surrounding warriors suddenly burst into cheers, and the oppressive atmosphere was swept away in an instant, replaced by a kind of pride and pride. There were also a few warriors I didn't know who came forward to shake my hand, and kept saying:

"Comrade Yang Xuefeng, you have won glory for our class!"

"Thank you, comrade, for speaking out for our troops!"

……

I couldn't help but feel a little proud when I was praised by the soldiers, and at the same time I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: what the old man said is really right, the biggest role of a sniper is not how many people he kills, but whether he can effectively improve the morale of the troops. This is not? I'm just going to kill ...... To be exact, it should be suspected that one person was killed, but the entire mental outlook of the troops is different.

"Comrade! xiexie you! The reader walked up and held my hand tightly, his eyes full of gratitude.

"No thanks!" I replied, "That's what I'm supposed to do!" ”

I can understand the reader's thoughts, he is still feeling guilty for killing the soldier, but I killed the Vietnamese sniper at least to take revenge, at least to make him feel better.

It didn't take long for the "Boom ......" to be fired at the possible positions of the Vietnamese snipers, and although the density was not large, they were fired every few minutes, and this continued until dawn half an hour later.

At first, I really thought that the purpose of the cannon was to prevent the other side from rescuing the sniper, but later I realized that the rifle had a different plan.

As soon as it was light, we pulled the troops out under Scar's leadership, and I began to wonder how the troops could move at this time. Even if I'm a newbie, I know it's not the right time to go out. This is not? The East has just spit out the belly of the fish, and the mountain passes of Vietnam are full of morning mist, plus a little hazy light and mountains full of weeds and trees...... It's a great time to set a trap! Those of us who can move are the targets of the Vietnamese army hidden in the bushes.

Later, I knew that this operation was an order from my superiors, of course, at that time, it was impossible for me, a small soldier, to know that my superiors wanted to do this, I only knew that I followed the soldiers cautiously with my rifle in my hand.

With the sound of the grass, I soon felt a chill under my feet. The air in Vietnam has a high moisture content, and when the moisture content is high, there will be fog, and the fog vapor will condense on the grass to form dew, and the liberation shoes will be wet by the dew when they pass through the grass, and the shoes will make me very uncomfortable......

Am I bored? Actually, I'm not bored at all, I'm trying to think of something extraneous to drive away the fear in my heart. At this point, I was wondering, even I couldn't believe that I could kill someone 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 on my own feet.

After a while, the team walked into the weeds more than a hundred meters in front of the position, and then I vaguely understood in my heart why we came out at this inopportune time...... Vietnamese army sniper.

Sure enough, after a while, Scar ordered in a low voice: "Comrades, each of you will disperse and look for the body of the Devil Sharpshooter!" Found a timely report! ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

……

The warriors whispered, and soon fanned out and searched forward.

As I walked around the bushes, I wondered that we were so concerned about the life and death of a Vietnamese sniper, especially now that we were putting a platoon in danger just to find the sniper.

The meadow had been cratered by last night's bombardment, but it wasn't as charred as I thought. The reason, I think, was that the fog was too heavy, and the shells were not enough to set the grass on fire. Instead, there were pieces of grass powder, leaves, and wood that had been shattered by the shells, and occasionally a few pieces of wood were found to be fiercely embedded in the cracks in the rocks of the wooden poles...... You know, when a piece of wood is shattered, it's like a piece of shrapnel, and it's hard for me to imagine what would happen if I were in the middle of it and be slashed by these pieces of wood.

"Platoon commander!" At this moment, I heard a call in front of me, and I couldn't help but lean in the direction from which the cry came from.

Later, I learned that this is actually a very dangerous thing, and you should not go to join in the fun at any time on the battlefield...... Curiosity kills people, and this is indeed a wise saying.

What appeared before my eyes was a corpse, a corpse made of a hedgehog stuck in blocks of wood and branches. Judging by his helmet and military uniform, it was clear that he was a devil, but I didn't think he was the sniper I had killed, for the simple reason that he had a submachine gun in his hand.

Anyway, although I don't have much military knowledge, I still know submachine guns.

Sure enough, Scar quickly said: "This is not, continue to search after disarming!" ”

"Platoon commander!" At this time, a soldier couldn't help but ask: "We haven't seen the sharpshooter of the Yue devil, how do we know if it's yes or no?" ”

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

"His people don't matter!" Scar replied: "What matters is the ...... of his gun"

"His gun?" The soldiers couldn't help but be stunned when they heard this, no one thought that one of our platoons would come out at this time to bring guns.

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

"Boom ......"

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

I habitually wanted to hide under a big tree not far away, but I stopped thinking of the tragic death of the Vietnamese soldier just now......

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

When I was a child, I would ask stupidly, "Why?" ”

"Why?" The old man would glare, although he didn't have a "look", but that stare was even more terrifying, and then the old man would say like an expert while demonstrating with his hands: "Do you know what the consequences will be if you hide in the bamboo forest under the tree?" The cannonballs came ...... and exploded in the canopy with a 'boom'. Although it can't blow up people, the shrapnel, the tree branches, will explode in the sky and stick from top to bottom like a goddess scattering flowers...... It's useless even if you're lying on your stomach! ”

Thinking of this, where do I dare to be lazy, no matter what cannonballs he cannonball sounds, the ground does not shake, and he even rolls and climbs to the place next to the tree. I remember there was a ditch around here...... Don't underestimate this ditch, isn't this an all-natural trench? The difference is just that there is water in it.

I remember correctly, a few minutes after I was scurrying around in shrapnel and sawdust, the ditch was right in front of me, and I rolled down without even thinking about rolling over.

"Poof", when the whole body was immersed in the cold stream, I felt extremely happy, especially when my heart was half relaxed...... Even though there was still a "thump" sound as the rocks fell into the creek, I knew I was mostly safe.

But I quickly realized that I was wrong, and very wrong, because it was at this very moment...... Right next to me...... The muzzle of a black hole slowly reached over and pressed against my head.

It was the Vietnamese sniper, and I could tell from the vague reflection in the water that it was a different gun from all of us, and 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!