Volume 1 Sudden Battlefield Chapter 39

  "Thief! Go fetch water again..."

  "Baldy, not enough firewood, go pick some more... Hurry up!"

  ……

  As it happens, my method is quite effective. It only takes the time to cook a pot of mushroom soup for these soldiers to become familiar with each other.

  Moreover, it's not just familiar, but also a messy bunch of nicknames.

  Wang Kechang's nickname is Little Thief, which is indeed a fitting name.

  Shen Guoxin was called a hero because he made a "heroic" speech when he first arrived.

  This nickname is quite pleasant to hear, and Shen Guoxin himself is very satisfied with it. Unfortunately for Xu Guochun... He was so frightened by the broken leg that he panicked and reported the situation, so the soldiers simply called him "Broken Leg".

  "I'm a perfectly fine person, how can I be called 'Broken Leg'?" Xu Guochun clearly had an opinion about his nickname: "Are you guys cursing me to break my leg or something?"

  "Hey, Comrade Xu Guochun!" The bookworm assumed an air of a veteran and lectured him, "To say 'breaking one's leg' on this battlefield isn't a curse, it just means breaking a leg... the suffering will be over, you can go home, and even become a hero... so take comfort in that!"

  "Oh!" Xu Guochun nodded and then shivered involuntarily, clearly frightened by the words.

  Li Zhaolong's nickname is "Baldy", originally Xiaoshi still wanted to call him "Monk", it should be said that "Monk" is more appropriate. However, Li Zhaolong obviously didn't like the nickname "Monk", this seemed to have touched his sore spot, plus he had previously taught Dakuai a lesson, so with just one glare, no one dared to call him "Monk" again. In the end, it was still the bookworm who came up with the alias "Baldy" for the monk.

  As for Chen Yiyuan... these soldiers under her command didn't dare to give her a nickname, it's unclear whether it was out of respect or because they were taking care of her being a female soldier.

  Just then Chen Yiyuan became unhappy. When the warriors were eating the mushroom soup, Chen Yiyuan said with some resentment: "Why do all of you have nicknames, but I don't?"

  "You... aren't a girl?" Xiaoshi muttered unclearly, "Getting an unpleasant nickname isn't good!"

  "What's wrong with being a female soldier?" Chen Yiyiy put down her chopsticks: "Aren't female soldiers fighting the devils too? If the nickname doesn't sound good, taking a nice-sounding one would do, wouldn't it?"

  "What's...that called?" The warriors looked at each other, exchanging glances.

  It turns out that taking a nickname is not just for fun, sometimes it's also for convenience.

  Isn't that so? On the battlefield, there are often bursts of gunfire and cannon fire, making it difficult to hear or distinguish names. For example, "Xu Guochun" and "Shen Guoxin" sound similar... even if someone is called out quickly, it's hard to tell who's being summoned. Nicknames with two characters are simple, vivid, and less likely to be confused. So nicknames are sometimes really necessary.

  But this nickname is really hard to come up with, it has to sound good and be figurative...

  I poured a full can of mushroom soup into my stomach, then patted my belly and said, "I do have a name, I don't know if you'll be satisfied?"

  "What's up? Tell me about it!" Chen Yiyiyang said with a face full of expectation.

  "Call...clothes!" I said nonchalantly.

  "Cut!" Chen Yiyiy asked somewhat disappointedly: "It doesn't sound good! Why is it called clothes?"

  "First of all... isn't your name Yi? I asked with a pretentious tone: "Secondly, you've been in Vietnam for a long time, don't know if you've heard an old Chinese saying..."

  "What's up? Tell me..." Chen Yiyang became somewhat curious, girls are always very curious after all.

  "This sentence is called......" I said mysteriously: "Friends are like hands and feet, wives are like clothes!"

  "Hmm, wife is like... you..."

  Watching Chen Yiyuan being humiliated and defeated, the warriors couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

  Nicknames, they don't care if they sound good or bad, everyone calls them and even if you don't like it, you get used to it naturally. Since I said "wife is like clothes", the soldiers have been calling Chen Yiy as "clothes".

  I think the reason why this nickname was able to spread is that the warriors wanted to take advantage of her with this nickname. On the battlefield, no one knows if they'll be alive the next moment, and having a brain on their shoulders doing nothing is just idle, so what else can they do but think about all sorts of messy things?

  "Second Monitor!"

  "Here!" Hearing Scar's call, I immediately stood up from the ground.

  I don't know when it started, but I've also become a person with this conditioned reflex of standing up straight as soon as someone calls out to me.

  "Second Lieutenant..." Scar glanced at the sniper rifle in my hand: "This gun..."

  "Uh! Do I have to hand it in?" I was a bit reluctant.

  However, this seems normal too. The reason why the gun was kept with me is that the troops had not yet merged with the main force and the battle situation was still unclear. At that time, it was inappropriate to send someone to transport the gun back to the rear, as it would be easy to be attacked and intercepted by Vietcong agents. But now...

  The scar-faced man didn't say a word, but soon couldn't help but reveal a smile: "I'm here to tell you that the higher-ups have decided to assign this gun to you!"

  "Really... really?" I couldn't quite believe my ears: "Then... then don't we need to send it back to the rear for research?"

  "Hey!" Scar said, tossing his head: "You really don't know or are you pretending not to know? We've eliminated so many Viet Cong in the tunnels and seized a lot of weapons. There were several guns like this among them, which have already been sent back to the rear!"

  "Oh......that's great!" This is undoubtedly a wonderful piece of news for me.

  "Take good care of this rifle!" Scar said, patting my shoulder: "It's rare for a superior to value you so much, you should know... many people in the whole regiment have been eyeing this rifle. It was only because the Regimental Commander and Battalion Commander insisted that it was finally decided to assign this rifle to you. Don't disappoint your superiors' expectations of you, got it?"

  "Understood!" I stood up straight and gave a standard military salute.

  Since joining the army, I have never saluted with such sincerity.

  After the scar-faced man left, several new recruits finally noticed the gun wrapped in tattered cloth that I had.

  From this point of view, their observation is much worse than bald head.

  However, there is one exception, that is the thief. I believe he has already figured out what equipment I have on me. He probably knows what kind of cigarettes I have in my pocket, but he just doesn't know that this gun is a treasure.

  "Monitor, this gun... is there a name for it?" The thief's words confirmed my thoughts.

  "Of course it's famous!" Xiaoshi was always fond of boasting, and naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. He rushed forward and said: "Didn't you see the small mirror on top?"

  "It's just a look... I don't know what use it is..."

  "Chop!" Xiaoshi's head was raised high: "This is amateurish! Let me tell you, that's called a scope. Enemies several kilometers away are visible in it... just like they're right in front of you!"

  "Wow... several kilometers!"

  "Isn't that Thousand Mile Eyes?"

  ……

  "What's that?" Xiaoshi was getting more and more proud: "Do you know what it's called? It's called 'Deadly Power', the whole regiment... no, the whole army has only one of these, and it was seized by our squad leader from the Vietnamese devils!"

  "Oh! Is that really a divine gun?" The thief showed great interest, he leaned in front of me with a sly smile and asked: "Class leader, can I... borrow it for a look?"

  "Don't mess it up!" Although I wasn't very willing, it wouldn't be good to appear so petty in front of the new recruits, so I handed over the gun casually.

  Several new recruits surrounded the sniper rifle, touching and looking at it from time to time, occasionally uttering words of admiration.

  However, what I didn't expect was that when the gun reached the thief's hands... this guy played with it and actually loaded the bullet and pulled the trigger...

  It wasn't until afterwards that I found out the thief had never played with guns before, and had just come out of juvenile detention. So he didn't have any concept of loading a gun.

  What's this? Just as everyone was resting, suddenly "Bang!" A loud noise scared everyone, and the thief's thin body was also knocked to the ground by the recoil of the sniper rifle, unable to get up for half a day.

  "Who? Who fired the shot?" I heard Commander Lin's furious shout from a short distance away.

  Before I could even respond, the sound of gunfire "Rat-a-tat-tat..." filled the air, and bullets came pouring down on us like rain.

  I fell down at the first moment, loudly ordering the soldiers under me to lie down, while quickly crawling forward a few steps to grab the sniper rifle.

  At this time, my head was still in a daze, how could there be such dense bullets?

  Enemy sneak attack? Where did the enemy come from? Why didn't our sentry react or give any warning at all?

  Or... was it just now that the thief's gunshot caused our own people to misunderstand?

  But it doesn't seem like a misunderstanding among our own people, after all, who would start fighting to the death in broad daylight? I looked around and indeed saw several soldiers lying in pools of blood, and occasionally, mortar shells would still be fired over...

  So I was almost certain then, it was indeed an enemy sneak attack.

  It wasn't until later that I found out this was a special operations unit of the Viet Cong, and they had slipped past our listening posts undetected...

  Some people may think that it is difficult to get rid of the sentry during the day, but precisely because of this, the sentry's vigilance is very poor. The Viet Cong grasped the psychology of our army and took action during the day. Moreover, the Viet Cong were all wearing PLA uniforms, and after getting rid of a sentry, they would replace him with one of their own men, so no one noticed anything was amiss.

  To tell the truth, it was actually the thief's unexpected shot that saved our lives. The Viet Cong had originally planned to set up a good field of fire around us before opening fire and preparing to wipe us out in one go. Who would have thought that the thief's shot, like a stroke of divine inspiration... made the Viet Cong think they had been discovered, so they hastily launched an attack.

  However, the true target of the devils is not us...