Chapter 56

  "Good guys!" The warriors soon began to discuss: "No wonder it was so dangerous just now! Almost let them rush up! It turned out to be the devil's trump card troops!"

  "That's right! So many people hiding in the bushes and we didn't even discover them!"

  "Right! Fortunately, Comrade Yang Xuefeng discovered it early..."

  "Huh? You said......" Then Wang Kechang turned around and asked me: "Squad leader, how did you discover that there were devils in those bushes?"

  "...I..." The warriors suddenly turned the topic to me, I was stunned for a moment and then replied: "I saw that the grass waves were a bit unusual, so I fired a few shots..."

  "Those few shots... didn't hit the devils, did they?" Wang Kechang asked again.

  "Can't hit it?" A warrior immediately chimed in: "If they can't hit, will they be forced to launch a premature charge?"

  "...they were hit without even making a sound?" Wang Kechang expressed his final concern.

  The warriors were all stunned, ah! Being hit and not making a sound? If they had been killed on the spot, that would be one thing, but if they had been wounded and hadn't made a peep, then the quality of this troop...

  Just thinking about it makes me and the warriors feel a chill down our spines.

  "Fall back!" Soon, several soldiers began to complain: "Didn't they say that the high grounds we're defending aren't important? Didn't they say that the main force of the regiment is holding out at the commanding heights? Why are the devils attacking us instead?"

  I don't know how to answer well because I also hope someone can answer me.

  "Go, go, go..." Scar walked over with a bad attitude and interrupted: "You should ask those devils about this problem, asking the second squad leader is useless!"

  "Pull back...... what did the superior say?" Some clever warriors asked: "If the superiors know about this situation, will they send troops to reinforce?"

  "I'm not your superior, what are you asking me for?" I also got angry, picked up the entrenching shovel and inserted it into the ground fiercely, saying: "Everyone has everything, reinforce the fortifications for me!"

  "Yes!" The warriors responded in unison, exchanging a fearful glance before reluctantly raising their iron hoes.

  I was also anxious in my heart. As soon as I saw the company commander crawling out of the air raid shelter, I anxiously followed him and asked: "Company Commander, Company Commander... what are the orders from above?"

  "What instructions can there be? Fight!" The company commander replied irritably.

  "This..." I hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Since our 316th Division was attacked, haven't the superiors sent some reinforcements to support us?"

  "What's wrong with the 316th division? Are we going to let them get away?" The company commander looked furious: "The higher-ups think that the enemy might be playing a trick, so they're telling us not to panic and to hold our ground. We absolutely cannot let the enemy pass through our position!"

  "Yes!" I reluctantly responded.

  The facts that followed proved to be another misjudgment of the superior. The superior always thought that the main attack direction of the enemy was near the 528.3 highland, and the attack on our highland was just a trick of the enemy's "borrowing a road to get rid of the tiger", so from beginning to end, not a single soldier was sent to reinforce the highland where our army was stationed...

  All these are afterwords, now we certainly don't know these, although knowing the opponent is the enemy's trump card troops, still can't help but hard-pressed to go up.

  The battlefield is like this, we have no freedom to fight or not to fight, nor do we have the power to choose our own opponent!

  "Fall back!" Just as I was swinging my pickaxe to reinforce the fortifications, a soldier walked up beside me and called out pitifully.

  "Hmm!" I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him, asking: "What's up?"

  This is a common face, I don't even know that there's another person like him in my ranks, although I only have about thirty people under me.

  "Wait!" The soldier took out a letter from his bosom and said, "I heard you're also from Fujian, so am I... If I sacrifice myself, can you help me deliver this letter to my family?"

  "Hmm!" I was stunned for a moment, then nodded and took the letter. But in my heart, I thought... Who knows, maybe I'll die before you do!

  "It's really thank you so much!" Seeing me agree, the warrior's worried face quickly unfolded, and he casually took out two cigarettes and handed them over.

  I was feeling tired, and since it had already dawned, smoking didn't matter anymore, so we sat down in the trenches and lit each other's cigarettes.

  "Line up!" After spitting out two mouthfuls of smoke, the soldier opened his conversation: "I'm from Fuqing, Fujian. How about you? If we can safely return from the battlefield, I'll definitely visit your place and we'll have a good drink together..."

  "Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

  I suddenly felt some water splashing down from the top of my head, and then I saw that warrior collapse in front of me like a deflated balloon, so I realized that what was splashed on me wasn't water, but blood.

  If it wasn't for personal experience, you would find it hard to imagine a living person who was just talking and laughing with you, even the cigarette he lit is still smoking in his mouth... suddenly lost his life and fell down in front of you like an empty shell.

  This huge contrast stunned me for several seconds...

  Then I realized that this warrior was only a little taller than me, just exposing half of his head from the trench, and then lost his life.

  Sometimes life and death differ by just this little bit...

  "Sniper!" I heard Scar shouting from a distance.

  Sniper, of course, is a sniper...

  Every ordinary unit of the Vietnamese army has a sniper, and this elite unit would naturally not be an exception. Moreover, it can be imagined that the snipers in this elite unit should be even more formidable! After all, they are model soldiers, aren't they?

  Why didn't I feel like there were snipers when the enemy army charged just now?

  I think it should be that the Vietnamese army was too crowded during the charge, and at that time, snipers who were suitable for long-range shooting were afraid that their gun muzzles would be blocked by their own people, so they came up to find fault...

  The warriors who were resting heard the gunshot and immediately jumped out of the trenches with their guns raised. Some soldiers even nervously pulled the trigger and fired randomly at the grass in front of them... However, it was clear that these stray bullets would not hit anyone, the grass in front of the trench was as deep as the sea, and trying to kill a sniper hiding inside was like finding a needle in the ocean.

  "Get down! Get down!" I shouted at the soldiers: "Don't shoot..."

  I remember the old man saying that if you encounter an enemy sniper, the most taboo thing is to fire randomly. Not only will this waste our army's bullets, but it will also give the enemy sniper a chance... The sound of gunfire will cover up the sniper's gunshot, and the chaos can allow the sniper to calmly choose its target.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, before my words had fallen, another characteristic "bang" of gunfire echoed through the air, and another soldier fell to the ground with a head wound, lying in a pool of blood.

  "Cease fire! Cease fire!" Scar rushed up and pushed the soldiers who were firing back into the trenches, then yelled at them without any politeness: "Who told you to open fire? All of you get down! Sergeant Third Class, take care of your men! Don't add chaos to the troops again!"

  "Second company, move forward! Third company, move forward!" The battalion commander yelled at us from a distance.

  I naturally understand what Lian Zhang wants me to do. What else can I do? Isn't it just taking down the Vietnamese sniper?

  But he also called three rows long... which made me a bit surprised.

  Three rows of long Lianglian soldiers rushed up, and when they passed by me, they waved the sniper rifle in their hands at me, with excitement in their eyes, saying "Thanks to you!"

  "Ah!" He said that and I understood. In his hand was the North Vietnamese sniper I had shot down last night...

  I should have thought of this earlier, who else can this captured sniper rifle be given to if not to Liang Lianbing who is good at shooting?

  "How about it?" Liang Lianbing turned his head back and smiled at me: "Do we want to have another competition?"

  "Who's afraid of whom?" This wasn't something I said, but rather Wang Kechang speaking on my behalf.

  I glared at Wang Kechang and said in a bad temper: "You're so capable... then go ahead?"

  "Me...!" Wang Kechang only then realized he had misspoken, and hastily smiled to cover it up: "Of course not me, naturally it's the elder brother!"

  I let out a sigh, closed the eyes of my fellow countryman whose brains were splattered on the ground, took the cigarette from his mouth and took a drag before sticking it into the loose soil in front of him. "Brother," I said, "you go first, I'll take revenge for you!"

  Saying that, he nodded at Liang Lianbing and they both ran in opposite directions.

  Why run in the opposite direction?

  We didn't even know where the Vietnamese sniper was, running in the opposite direction meant that we could form a crossfire with each other...

  What is crossfire?

  This issue is actually not as mysterious as it seems at first glance. To put it simply, if a soldier hides behind a rock and can't be seen from one angle, then he can basically be seen from another angle, right?

  This is crossfire, which can guarantee that there are no shooting blind spots. This is particularly suitable for the deployment of machine gun positions. Some people always think that machine guns are suitable for sweeping enemy forces rushing forward from the front, as seen in movies and TV shows. In fact, this is not quite right. The most ideal should be to set up crossfire to sweep the Viet Minh army from both sides...

  This also applies when sniping. Of course, this only works if you have two guns.

  I took Wang Kechang and ran dozens of steps to Hengli, all the way soldiers knew what we were going for, so they consciously gave us a clear road.

  I took a look and thought it was about right, so I slowly raised the sniper rifle to the trench... I moved very slowly, as if I were setting up the gun with movements several times slower than usual.

  The purpose is obvious, the sniper rifle in my hand was wrapped in tattered cloth and had been through several battles, so it was now the same color as the mud. So even though the sky was already bright, I could still sneak out without being detected by the enemy snipers.

  I think Liang Lianbing did the same thing, because if he didn't do so... then when he stuck his head out, there would probably be a bullet waiting for him.

  I cautiously stuck out my head... Of course, the red five-star on my military cap had long been removed, and the cap was deliberately stained with mud.

  This simple-looking gun-holding action, I spent a full ten minutes on it, to the point where Wang Kechang beside me was getting impatient. But how could he know that in a sniper's duel, what's being compared isn't marksmanship, but rather patience, observational ability, reaction speed and so on.