blood of vietnam war

Chapter 8

Why is he still alive?Why is he still alive?How could he not be dead yet?

If he doesn't die, only I will die!

At this time, I can only blame myself for my bad luck. Why did I go to this creek to die? I am really stupid. I know this creek is the best hiding place. Of course I also know, why am I not vigilant at all!It’s okay if you are careless in normal times, this is on the battlefield, if you are not careful, you will lose your life, and I will never have a second chance...

"Kongba (Vietnamese: don't shoot)!" At this moment, I didn't know whether it was a quick wit or something, and I suddenly came up with a pure Vietnamese sentence: "My own people!"

Some people may wonder why I can speak Vietnamese... It’s a long story. The old man became a soldier very early. An artilleryman reinforced Vietnam. At this time, the old man "seduced" a Vietnamese woman from a good family. This woman from a good family later became my mother...

"Comrade!" I continued to speak in fluent Vietnamese: "I am a militiaman who mixed into the enemy's army. My surname is Nguyen and I live in Sabah!"

My previous experience of picking up girls told me that if I want to gain the trust of others, I must first tell the other party my identity.And there is another advantage of telling the other party first, that is, you can say what you want to say, and when the other party asks, you will often ask some questions that you can't answer, especially now.

The other party didn't move, as if he was thinking, or trying to find a flaw in my words.

However, I think my ability to lie is not bad. Back in modern times, I managed to convince a few girls that I was still a virgin...

This is a digression. The reason why the Yue Guizi couldn't find my flaw at that time was because I blocked possible mistakes in advance.Isn't it?The militia means that there is no serial number, and the surname Nguyen is a common surname in Vietnam. As for living in Sabah... this is my brilliance.

Sure enough, this guy saw that I didn't give the full address, so he continued to ask: "Where do you live in Sabah?"

"36 Terrier Crescent!" I replied without thinking.I thought to myself, this is my mother's address, she didn't know how many times she said it, do I still remember?

So the little doubt this guy had about me disappeared, and then he collapsed to the side as if he had collapsed, panting heavily.

I turned around and saw that damn thing was terrible... This guy was shot in the left shoulder, which must have been shot by me, and then both legs were broken, like two broken legs It hangs on the thigh like a wooden stick, and even the left leg can see a part of the leg bone protruding upside down... It must have been broken when it fell from the tree. Why climb so high?

Looking at the blood stains all over his body and his pale face, I can't even imagine how he survived, let alone how he wiped off the blood behind him and crawled all the way here.

"Comrade!" Seeing me staring blankly at him, the Vietnamese sniper asked feebly, "Have you brought a first aid kit? I need a bandage!"

"Well, yes!" I replied, took out the first aid kit and began to bandage his left shoulder.

"Keep your voice down!" said the Vietnamese sniper, "Pay attention to concealment. After the enemy has left, we will crawl back along the waterway... Well, what are you doing?"

In fact, I didn't do anything, I just tied up the only right hand that could move the devil while bandaging his wound.Damn, this guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp, even if I can move only one hand, I wouldn't dare to head-on with him easily, be careful not to sail for thousands of years?

"You don't know yet!" I chuckled, pointed to the wound on his left shoulder and said, "I shot this shot! I'm not good at marksmanship, and only one of the ten bullets hits, which makes you laugh!"

"Oh!" The Vietnamese army sniper couldn't help but stare blankly, glanced at the gun on my back, and then let out a wry smile: "I never thought that I, Yong Changming, would die in your hands, and lose to a gun like yours... I……"

As he said that, he stood up abruptly, as if he was going to fight me, but the two broken legs couldn't be controlled, so he shook the scene, fell into the water and passed out.

To be honest, I was really frightened by him. I really didn't expect that a person who has reached this stage would still have fighting spirit. Can this be called a person?Just like a beast.

At this time, I couldn't help but think of the old man. Didn't he also tear off his eyes and rush forward?I'm afraid only an old man can compare with this guy in front of him.At this time, I seem to understand the old man's approach. This era really needs people like him...

After a long while, I braved up and stepped forward to kick him hard in the stomach before I dared to drag him out of the water.As soon as he probed his mouth and nose, he was still fucking angry, this life is really tough!

"Yang Xuefeng!"

"Yang Xuefeng!"

……

I don't know when the cannon stopped, and there were a few calls from comrades in arms above, and I quickly responded: "Here it is! A prisoner was caught!"

Dao Scar rushed up and took a look, and he was amused: "Damn you, you are really good. You caught a prisoner after a while, and you are still a devil's sharpshooter!"

To be honest, I don't care what kind of devil's sharpshooter this is. Although his toughness still makes me a little scared, but at the same time, I also know that even if he survives such a serious injury, he will be nothing more than a toothless tiger in the future.

What I cared about was his gun—the super long barrel, the hollowed-out stock, and a scope...it immediately caught my eye and all my attention.As soon as I held this gun in my arms, I couldn't put it down and looked at it. It felt like when I was listlessly playing an online game, I suddenly hit an artifact...

All along, I have faced this battlefield with the attitude of hiding or hiding.But after some guns, I suddenly had the desire and urge to practice on the battlefield.

"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" When we returned to the camp, Dao Scar sat in front of me with some hesitation.

"Well, what's wrong?" I looked at Scar suspiciously while playing with the sniper rifle in my hand.Judging from his expression, it would definitely not be a good thing to find me this time.

"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Dao Scar handed me a cigarette, and said meaningfully: "In these few battles... you have performed very well, which is worthy of praise, especially when you are dealing with Yue Guizi snipers. In this matter, you acted bravely and successfully captured Yue Guizi's sniper and made a great contribution. But..."

But this proves that my thinking is correct, and it is really not a good thing.

"But..." Scar paused and continued, "You must hand in this gun!"

"What?" I stood up abruptly when I heard this, and said, "Why? I shot the Yueguizi sniper, and I also handed in the gun. Why should I hand it in?"

"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Dao Scar said with an emphasis: "You have to understand that we are a revolutionary team, an organized and disciplined army. If everyone is like you, whoever handed in the weapons will be theirs, then Isn't it messed up? Then we have become bandits who rob houses?"

"Just treat me as disorganized and disciplined, I won't pay anyway!"

"You!" Scar was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. After taking a few steps in front of me, he said angrily: "Let me tell you the truth! Our mission this time is for this gun, for this gun we Do you know how many people died in the platoon? Five, five living lives, Comrade Yang Xuefeng! It can be said that this gun was bought with the lives and blood of comrades. Are you ashamed to keep it for yourself? Don’t you Are you blushing?"

Hearing this, I couldn't help being silent. My attention had been focused on this gun, and I didn't realize until now that five soldiers in our platoon had been sacrificed in just a short while.

"I'm talking about Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Seeing that I wasn't so objecting, Scar slowed down his tone: "You have to know that every meritorious service in every battle is the credit of all the soldiers. Think about it, if it was you If you go up alone, can you capture prisoners and hand over this gun? Individualism and self-interest are not to be avoided..."

"Platoon leader!" I interrupted Scar's words: "There is a saying that steel should be used on blades, and I have the confidence to use this gun well, so why don't you assign this gun to me?"

"You..." Now the scar has nothing to do with it.

In fact, how can I not know the truths that Scar said, but I don't care about individualism or egoism, I just want this gun.

"Comrade!" At this time, the rifle came up, sat down heavily in front of me, then raised the gun in his hand towards me, and said, "I'm in the company. If you shoot a gun, you can say that you think you are second. Dare to be number one, but still have to use 56 and a half, do you know why?"

"No good gun!" This is not a question that a fool can answer.

"Do you know the consequences of not having a good gun?" Rifle asked again.

Now I am stopped, I have only been in this world for a day, how do I know the consequences of this.

"Do you know why we have a platoon of people desperately trying to grab this gun? Five comrades were sacrificed for this?"

I shook my head. In fact, this is what I have always wondered in my heart.

"Our gun..." The rifle took the scar and handed over the cigarette, lit it and said, "It's great to hit 56 meters with 400 and a half, but what about the gun of the Yueguizi? Seven or 800 meters are fine, we just Because the weapons are not as good as others, sometimes a company is suppressed and beaten by Yue devils alone, but there is nothing they can do, don’t you think it’s useless?”

I couldn't help but be silent. Although I have only been a soldier for one day, I can also imagine what it would be like if a company was suppressed by Yue Guizi and a sniper and could not move forward or suffered heavy casualties. I even have a dead heart.

"A fellow of mine is also a comrade-in-arms..." Rifle smiled miserably at this point: "He was killed by the sharpshooters of Yue Guizi. I can get the devil, but 300 meters...how many shots can the devil shoot at 300 meters? He...is not reconciled, he still holds my hand when he is dying, telling me to avenge him...he didn't say a word until he died To mention the newborn child, but not to mention the daughter-in-law who is still in confinement, is to make me want revenge, revenge!"

"Squad leader three!" After being silent for a while, I said with some doubts: "Didn't you say...to take revenge? Isn't that why you can't hand in the gun? You are good at marksmanship, so this gun... will be used by you !"

I really don't want to let it go, but I feel that things have come to this point, and it's not interesting if I still hold on to it.

"That's right, Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Dao Scar interjected, "This time...the reason why we have to risk five lives to grab this gun is because the superior wants to take it back for research, do you know what research is? That's... just take it back and you can make a hundred and a thousand!"

"Oh!" As soon as Scar said this, I understood that it was to imitate.I believe in this point, our country is notoriously a copycat country, isn't it?If something passes our hands, we can create a counterfeit version with just a few clicks.

"Yes!" Scar spit out a puff of smoke and said, "The Yue Guizi are very smart, and they also know that we lack good guns, so even if the sharpshooter is injured on the battlefield, he will smash the gun before being captured. , so we have not been able to seize this gun until now. This is the first time you have handed it in. The superior chief is very happy to hear that, who knows that you have not handed it in..."

"Okay, okay!" Hearing this, I knew that this gun would definitely not be able to be kept. Whether it was national righteousness or comrade-in-arms, this gun did not belong to me, so I simply threw the gun into Scar's hand. Pushed, and said: "Then if I get a handful next time..."

Scar slapped his chest loudly: "Next time you pay another one, I will assign it to you at the discretion!"

I glanced at the sniper rifle, feeling full of reluctance, thinking that I would never see it again.Unexpectedly, not only did this gun not leave me, but it followed me through the entire war from then on...