BOOM! A deafening explosion, the shell detonated just to my left. RAT-A-TAT... a burst of gunfire, followed by the massive recoil, and then the sound of me racking the slide.

  Shake my head vigorously, shaking off the dirt that had fallen on it, and then look for my target through the sniper scope. "16" crack... Carat... "17" crack... Carat... "18..." My shoulder has been numbed by the recoil, I no longer feel the initial pain, I can only mechanically pull the bolt, aim, and fire. It seems like I've been here for three days already, I don't know if reinforcements will arrive or not. Thinking back to the previous days, there were still places where I could move around, but now (bitter smile) it's likely that I'm the only one left on this position. The trenches have been blown to smithereens, everything around me is in ruins, and only this one bunker remains intact. My bullets are almost gone, with only two 5-round clips left.

  "Is it going to end?" he whispered to himself, afraid that it was really going to end. Now there was no need for a sniper scope, and the faces of the enemies in front could be seen clearly. His own position should have been exposed too, but fortunately, at the beginning of the battle, they had already taken care of their snipers first, or else he wouldn't even have had the chance to mutter to himself now.

  Quickly getting up from cover, I fire. In the moment I crouch down, I see a guy in the distance who has been shot by an anti-material rifle, with a powerful bullet that blew off half of his upper body. "19" Kalash, forcefully pulling back the bolt, and then smoothly replacing the magazine with a new one. 'Only one left' I say to myself, and prepare to get up again to take my 20th achievement today, when "ah..." a bullet from who-knows-where hits my shoulder, and I'm knocked back into cover by the force of the bullet. Immediately after, I hear the unique sound of the heavy machine gun on the infantry fighting vehicle opening fire, and find that the machine gunner has lost his target, can only pour bullets onto the outside of the cover where I'm hiding, also suppressing me from firing again like before.

  "Thanks..." I muttered my gratitude, unsure if it was to the heavens for sparing my life once again or to that guy who fired his heavy machine gun a fraction of a second later. Damn it, with my shoulder wounded, I no longer had the strength to lift my rifle and fight. "Why didn't you let me finish off those last 10 rounds?" My heart cried out in frustration, but all I could do was pull out the pistol stuck in my leg.

  His right hand was almost useless now, and with great effort he handed the gun to his left. "There are still 5 rounds, if I'm lucky, I can take out 4 more." He muttered to himself, words that only he could hear. The honor bullet had already been thrown away, the last round, saved for himself...

  As I was indulging in my own thoughts, I suddenly heard the sound of deliberately suppressed footsteps coming from beside the bunker. There were also faint voices speaking softly, but I had no idea what they were saying, all I knew was "they're charging up".

  The heavy machine gun has stopped firing, probably because they're afraid of hitting their own people. However, judging from the footsteps, it's clear that they're approaching extremely cautiously, likely intimidated by the glorious bullet. On our side, not a single person has been captured. "No!" I refute my own thought, but there was one, and I personally sent him off; looking at his eyes at the time, besides the expectation of looking over here, there was also a determination to seek death. Immediately afterwards, it again proved my words in my heart.

  "Are they going to catch me alive? Or will they just throw a hand grenade in after a while and get it over with?" I asked myself these two questions, but I really didn't know.

  What the...? What thing hit my head? Lowering my head to look, I found it was a smoking hand grenade. Throwing down the gun in my left hand, I quickly picked up the hand grenade in front of me and threw it outside with all my might. Just as the huge explosion sounded outside, I had already jumped out of the bunker with my handgun.

  No shouting, my mouth was already unable to make any sound. I bit my lips tightly, raised my hand and fired a shot, sending the bullet into the open mouth of the enemy. As I dodged the bullets by rolling over, I thought to myself "That guy must be surprised that I jumped out". "Ah..." I let out another cry of pain as a bullet hit my thigh, stopping me from rolling behind a nearby mound of earth. But at the same time, a bullet also entered his neck.

  It's too late now, bang~bang~bang~3 shots only took down one person, damn it, even the last bullet was fired. There are no more bullets... 'Wait' suddenly realized that I still had my last weapon, using my good left hand to pull out the dagger inserted in the boot, struggling to get up, wanting to pounce over...

  "Ah..." Another miserable cry, I don't know who fired the shot from the group in front, another leg was hit. "You bunch of bastards~~~~" While shouting out loud with anger, wanting to throw away the dagger in my hand, "Ah...." Another bullet pierced through my intact left arm. The dagger fell beside me...

  "Fire, you're supposed to fire, fire!" Closing my eyes in preparation for the final gunshot, but I didn't hear any sound. All I could do was shout at them in vain, "Hurry up and fire, kill me like you killed my comrade, fire!" But they still hadn't fired, just standing there silently staring at me, silently...

  "Was it my comrades who let you know what Chinese soldiers are like? Did they make you understand the unyielding spirit of the Chinese people?" These two questions kept echoing in my mind, while my body was futilely trying to reach for the dagger that was just within arm's length in front of me. Bang...... Another gunshot rang out, interrupting my last resort and sending it flying far away.

  Have you given up yet? With no weapon in hand, I can only futilely think of something around me to use for an attack. Found it!! It's a very small stone, moving my right arm, futilely trying to smash the stone onto their heads. But the stone only flew to their feet and stopped, falling in front of someone's foot.

  "Are you going to shoot or do you want to see a show? Ah~ Do you want to see me beg for mercy? Ah~? Anyone who can understand me, come out and give grandpa a satisfaction!"

  Still shouting futilely, but already knowing that no response is possible.

  "I'm telling you to shoot, you bunch of idiots, trash, morons! Are your brains filled with dirt? Can't even understand Grandpa's Chinese?"

  Still shouting without expecting any answer, futile shouting.

  Look at that group of people, only a few are holding guns towards me, the rest seem to be saying something. Then, one person stood out "Sir, I understand what you're saying". Oh, so there's someone who understands, I thought you were all idiots.

  "Then fire your gun, tell them to fire theirs!" he shouted at himself.

  "Sir, we can't shoot you. You're the only prisoner we can catch on this position and we need everything you know, so we can't shoot." This son of a bitch, I won't let him take me alive. Suddenly, my left hand touched something - it was a knife tip!! The broken blade of a dagger had fallen beside me, and without drawing their attention, I tightly grasped it in my hand. I could feel the sharp pain of the blade piercing through my palm, but never mind, this is my only weapon. If you dare to come closer, I'll kill one of you and then kill myself.

  With a sense of reliance on myself, I slowly began to converse with him. Let me tell you in my final moments what it means to be a Chinese soldier's backbone. "Is that so? But do you think you can capture me alive?"

  He quietly translated my words to his companions, and I could see them all take a step back, then seemingly discover something new and come forward again. Next, I heard his voice "Sir, do you think you have any other weapons? If you still had a grenade with you, I think you would have already pulled the pin." His gentle words were like a heavy hammer to my already fragile heart.

  "Haha~ then you come and try" The unwilling self let out a cry that could be considered futile.

  "Don't tease us anymore. Sir, my comrades asked me to tell you that you are the bravest Chinese soldier we have ever seen, please accept our salute." I sat on the ground, watching them make a fool of me, the only one left on this battlefield. "Brave?" I questioned myself in my heart. "I'm afraid it's those brothers who fell asleep here who are truly brave." Then I gave myself an explanation, "Brothers, if you see this, please agree to let me accept this honor on your behalf, but don't scold me for being a coward, I'll be joining you soon." Continuing to mutter in my heart, whether it was a prayer to my comrades or a comfort to myself.

  "Is it?" Realizing that the final moment is about to arrive, I become calm instead.

  "Yes, sir, you can receive the best treatment at our field hospital and there will be no aftereffects left behind."

  "All I can say is... YOU" As the only English words I know came out of my mouth, my left hand had already been placed on my neck, with the knife tip pressed against my carotid artery.

  "Sir, please calm down, quickly, stop him." At the same time as his futile shout, my eyes were fixed tightly on them. The tip of the knife in my left hand had already sunk into the flesh of my palm, and I was feeling the pain in my left hand while gripping the knife tip even more tightly. Just wait until you're about to arrive at the last moment, I'll cut off my own carotid artery, let you feel the temperature of a Chinese soldier's hot blood...