Volume 1: Sudden Battlefield Chapter 11
First thing I did was find some rags and wrap them around the sniper rifle.
Doing so is to avoid repeating the mistakes of its previous owner, this sniper rifle's barrel and scope are too conspicuous, if there are Vietcong snipers lurking in the dark, I would definitely be the first one they spot.
It's much better to wrap it with tattered cloth, and I used the tattered cloth torn from the broken military uniform to wrap it. With this on my back, it's the same color as the military uniform, and if you don't look carefully, you really can't tell.
However, I soon began to worry about the bullets for this sniper rifle... Just now I checked the magazine and there were only two bullets left. What can be done with a gun but no bullets? I even compared my 56 semi-bullets with a lucky psychology, 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 can't be used universally.
This undoubtedly poured a bucket of cold water on me, having a gun without bullets is just a waste, do I have to get ammunition from the devils every time?
Damn it! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but curse silently in my heart. It seems that I'm really "in charge" of this sniper rifle now, not to mention the extra burden on my body, and there's also a great possibility that it will make me the target of the Vietnamese army's sniping.
But after all, I still don't want to get rid of this thing as a burden.
"Comrades!" At this time, the instructor walked up and gathered us together. He looked at his notebook in his hand and said to us: "First of all, I'd like to tell you a piece of good news - we've successfully taken over the old street!"
"Good!"
"Long live!"
"Down with Vietnamese revisionism!"
……
This time I believe everyone is truly joyful, not because of anything else, but because they thought it would take a big battle to take down the old street, but unexpectedly completed the task with ease.
Yes, no one likes war, and no one likes to die, even if we are warriors.
"Comrades!" The instructor raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and continued: "Now we are facing a problem. Our superiors have taken into consideration that there must still be people left in the old street, such as some elderly and children who were unable to escape. Our superiors' requirement for us is to resolutely implement the 'Three Main Rules of Discipline and Eight Points for Attention', not to take even a needle or thread from the masses, and rather starve ourselves than disturb the people. As the saying goes, 'the army advances forward, relying on the people as a mountain!' Therefore, our next task is to search for fellow villagers who were unable to withdraw in time, and transfer them to safe areas. This will also help us annihilate the remaining enemy!"
"Everyone is present!" Then Lian Zhang gave the order: "Search the houses one by one, do not fire indiscriminately, pay attention to discipline, do not touch a single blade of grass or wood of the Vietnamese people, and ensure the safety of the Vietnamese people's property and lives. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" The warriors responded with conditioned reflexes, but I saw that no one had actually understood.
"Report to Commander!" Knife Scar asked with some difficulty: "This... doesn't move a single blade of grass or tree of the Vietnamese civilians... how can we search like this?"
The problem of scars is also my confusion, what would it be like to search without moving a single grass or tree? Would we still have to go door-to-door, knocking on the doors and shouting in a friendly tone: "Is anyone there? Old fellow, please open the door and let us take a look inside. Are you hiding any Vietcong or guns and ammunition?" I'm ridiculous!
"Cut the nonsense and execute the order!"
So I realized that Lian Zhang didn't know how to search either. He was just afraid of making mistakes, so he mechanically conveyed the orders from his superiors.
From this point on, many higher authorities were unaware of the actual situation and sat in the office giving blind orders. Later I found out that during the ten years of turmoil, a large number of high-quality and experienced mid-to-high-level military officers were overthrown, which directly led to the lack of qualified commanders, and many times the command organization relied on imagination to make decisions. The consequence of this was the unnecessary deaths of countless soldiers at the front line.
"Old countryman! Old countryman...... Open the door!"
What makes me vomit blood is that the warriors really went up to knock on the door one by one. Even if there's someone inside, can they open the door? So I didn't even have the interest to go up.
There are people who won't open doors, and without people, they certainly won't open either. So the warriors struggled for a while, all looking very powerless at the scar on the knife.
The scar-faced man didn't say a word, walked up to one of the civilian houses, raised his rifle butt and slammed it against the door. In stark contrast, he was shouting in a very gentle tone: "Fellow villagers, don't be afraid! We are the Liberation Army, we will guarantee your property and life safety..."
Before the scar-faced man could finish speaking, the door that couldn't withstand the commotion was suddenly smashed open with a loud "bang".
"Hey, fellow countryman!" Knife Scar said to a stunned old Vietnamese man inside: "How come your door is so flimsy? It fell apart after just a few knocks. I'll find someone to help you fix it later..."
I suddenly found out that scars from knives are actually quite cute.
With a scar on his head, things are going to get lively. The sound of doors being smashed open will soon be echoing through the streets and alleys of Old Town. Of course, accompanying this barbaric behavior is the shouting of the warriors and the angry voices of the residents.
The warriors knocked open the door and dispersed into the house to search. I followed the class leader, who was a Chengdu native with a heavy Sichuan accent. He was tall and thin, only 17 years old, but had been in the army for more than half a year, making him one of the most experienced soldiers among us.
I just found out that I'm in Class 3, and then I asked Daobiao and only then did I realize that this unassuming young man is actually my class monitor.
The monitor held up a submachine gun and beckoned me over, and the two of us walked into a dark wooden hut one after another.
The door was opened by a Vietnamese woman. I always have a strong interest in women, especially after adapting to the light inside the house, I saw that the Vietnamese woman was a slender and beautiful girl, and she didn't avoid my gaze at all. The buttons on her chest seemed to be loose, and from time to time, she would smile at me with a flirtatious look... Suddenly, my soul flew away somewhere.
The class leader was looking around the room, while I stared at the Vietnamese woman. At the same time, in my heart, there was a sense of regret, if it weren't for so many comrades by my side, maybe I could...
It wasn't until later that I found out it was a good thing I didn't have the opportunity, otherwise I would have soon gotten a taste of what it's like to die under the peony flowers!
The class monitor searched around in the room, of course, because there was a superior order, he didn't dare to rummage through boxes and cabinets, so it was over soon.
The monitor is a good person, he saw that the thatched house had not been lit for several days, so he took out two biscuits and a can of meat from his dry ration bag and placed them in front of the Vietnamese woman, instructing: "Stay in the room, don't run around!"
The Vietnamese woman nodded.
I admit that at this time my brain was already confused by the beauty of this Vietnamese woman and the half-open buttons on her chest, so I didn't think there was any problem for a while.
The class monitor was a shy young man, who didn't even dare to glance at the woman. He looked at me with a reproachful expression, as if I was staring at her in a daze, and pulled me while giving me a warning look towards the door, saying in a low voice: "Pay attention to discipline!"
I reluctantly withdrew my gaze from the Vietnamese woman and turned around, only to suddenly feel that something was off. The Vietnamese woman seemed to have understood what we were saying... It's impossible for an ordinary Vietnamese citizen to do this.
Unless...
When I turned back in doubt, I couldn't believe my eyes. The Vietnamese woman who was just flirting with me had suddenly changed her face to a demon-like expression. Her chest button was already undone, and one of her snow-white and plump breasts jumped out from inside, while in her hand...was a pistol!
"Don't!" I shouted and rushed forward, but everything was already too late.
A loud "bang" sounded and the class leader fell to the ground.
My head buzzed for a moment and then exploded, this sudden situation made me stunned for half a second, and in these half seconds the Vietnamese woman pointed her gun at me again...
My rifle was clutched in my hand, but it was a long gun, and to aim at the Vietnamese woman and beat her to the trigger would have been impossible.
I once again felt the Grim Reaper approaching me with his scythe, grinning from ear to ear, but I was never one to go quietly into the night... I don't know if it was a conditioned reflex or what, but at that moment my mind was a complete blank, yet my hand instinctively swung the rifle butt and "bang" the Vietnamese woman fell to the ground. When she turned around, trying to raise her gun to resist, the muzzle of my rifle was already trained on her head...
The Vietnamese woman had a mouthful of blood, her eyes glaring at me viciously like a vampire, making me feel sick and disgusted. I really couldn't imagine that just a moment ago... I was still enjoying her temptation!
After hesitating for a moment, I gritted my teeth and with a swift movement of my index finger, "Bang", the Vietnamese woman was knocked to the ground with her brains splattered everywhere.
"What's going on?" Before long, Dao Hen and several soldiers rushed in hastily.
"Report!" I stood up straight and said: "This Vietnamese woman had a gun, she shot and killed the squad leader, I...I shot her dead!"
Dào bā yě bù shuō huà, dūn zài dì shàng jiù chá kàn bān zhǎng de shāng shì, guò le yī huì er jiù yáo tóu tàn le yī kǒu qì, duì shēn páng de liǎng míng zhàn shì shuō dào: "bǎ bān zhǎng tái chū fàng zài gōng lù biān, děng shōu róng duì……"
"Yes!" The two warriors silently carried their squad leader out.
Dào bāi patted my shoulder and comforted me: "There will always be casualties in war!"
