Chapter Seventeen

  The current self, crouched on a tree, has no bullets in the sniper rifle, which is leaning against the trunk of another tree in front. The rain has been falling for a night, and now it's the afternoon of the second day. The enemy has been searching for themselves, starting with dense formations, but when they found that this method couldn't find themselves, they dispersed their troops, each team consisting of about 3 to 5 people. Each small team is about 400 meters away from other teams. "A group of idiots." The self on the tree whispered this sentence lightly. 400 meters, enough for oneself to annihilate a small team and then run far away.

  The trunk of the tree is very slippery in the heavy rain, and if you're not careful, you'll fall off the tree. You try to balance on the trunk while looking at the tree with a sniper rifle leaning against it.

  Rainwater slid down the tree trunk, slowly seeping into my collar because I was prone, and then slowly slid down my neck. Some dripped onto my face and fell to the ground, while others slid deeper, directly into my belly. My whole body was soaked, with no dry spot anywhere, water everywhere, even the bandaged wound was dripping a faint red liquid. Struggling to maintain balance, I stretched out my other hand and carefully tightened the wound that had reopened due to climbing the tree. "Ah." As I made a sound, my eyebrows furrowed in pain for an instant. 'It really hurts!' I said to myself, but my hands tightened the bandage even more, until the wound was compressed so tightly that it stopped bleeding.

  They came. A small team, slowly appearing in their own line of sight. No need to worry about them seeing themselves, as the leaves and heavy rain that made it impossible for them to lift their heads had become their best cover. Watching them crouching down, getting closer and closer in their line of sight, until one person saw the gun leaning against the tree trunk on purpose.

  The one walking in the lead should be the leader of this small team, he lightly raised his hand to signal the two people behind him to stop. Then, he pointed to himself leaning against the tree trunk with a gun, telling the two people behind him to be on guard while also looking for a scapegoat to come and check if it was safe.

  "Coward....." The scout walking ahead was getting closer and closer, and the words came out of his mouth involuntarily. But don't worry about anyone hearing it, the sound of the rain had already covered up his voice. "Is this what you call 'follow me'?" He wondered to himself, referring to the few people on the other side, because their commander always emphasized the difference between them and us, saying that our commander would say "charge for me", while their commander would say "follow me". He shook his head slightly, thinking that our commanders were all skilled and would be at the front line, while their commanders seemed to always be directing from a safe place.

  At this time, even if the scout didn't want to and was dragging his feet, he had already arrived. Looking at how cautious that guy was being, he couldn't help but want to laugh, yet there were no traps set up, what's there to be afraid of?

  That guy looked around for a long time, braving the heavy rain, and made an effort to look up at the top of that tree. Of course, his line of sight also swept over where he was hiding, but the green camouflage uniform and the dense leaves didn't let him discover himself. The unlucky devil, deceived by false security, raised his arm and gave a safe signal to the two people who had been waiting on that side. But he didn't know that this gesture would seal the fate of all their lives.

  Two guys who had been lying down in a safe distance, slowly got up and walked towards us, walking very slowly as if they didn't believe the gestures of that guy. Slowly, the remaining two people also walked to their sniper rifles. A short guy, who was their leader, carefully checked around his gun, not missing any details. Looking at him being so careful, 'I guess that hand grenade had a good effect.' I thought to myself with a smile.

  That idiot checked for a long time, only to discover that he had been thoroughly deceived. There were no mechanisms or traps around the gun, just the rifle leaning steadily against the tree trunk, as if mocking his foolishness. He carefully put down his own rifle and picked up my sniper rifle, which was leaning against the tree. He took out the magazine and found it empty, then pulled back the bolt with a loud click, but only a large shell casing popped out. 'That guy's face must be twitching!' he said to himself, his mouth already curling up into an uncontrollable smile, faintly, at the foolishness of that person.

  "Ah~~~~" The guy holding my sniper rifle finally realized he had been fooled. He thought I must have carelessly discarded the unloaded gun, and they just happened to be passing by and saw the abandoned weapon. "But it must feel terrible to be played like that." As I said this to myself, the still-yelling guy raised my sniper rifle high and slammed it hard onto the ground in front of him.

  "My gun......" The self that was shouting loudly in his heart also began to regret for the first time, why he used his most treasured thing as bait. "If it's damaged, I'll eat you." In his heart, he made a threat that the guy who was furious to the extreme couldn't hear.

  Now, it's time to take action. The two men had their backs to him and were completely absorbed in the commotion caused by the irrational guy, who didn't even have any weapons in his hands. He slowly got up from the tree trunk, crouched on top of it, pulled out the handguns from the holsters on both legs, released the safety catches, jumped silently to the ground, and raised the guns with both hands, aiming at them.

  At this time, facing the guy who was angry at me in this direction, he had already seen himself, but his own weapon was also thrown to the ground by him. He even forgot to shout loudly and could only stare blankly in his own direction. Unfortunately, the two guys in front of him did not realize the danger behind them.

  Ping! The first shot fired by the left hand, as the pain from the wound spread, the bullet also directly blew off a guy's helmet. "Idiot, when wearing a helmet, remember to fasten it." While speaking in his heart, his right hand had already fired another shot, hitting the neck of the guy whose helmet was blown off, and a blood flower burst forth on his neck. As the left hand continued firing, another bloody hole was added to the back of that guy's head.

  As the guy's back of the head was oozing out a pink, jelly-like substance at the same time, his own gun had already turned around. Because another gunman had already turned his body around, the muzzle of the raised gun was now pointing at himself.

  He didn't care if he would shoot or not, and he himself had no desire to dodge. A gunshot hit him right in the heart position, although the bullet did not penetrate his bulletproof vest, but the kinetic energy of the bullet was fully absorbed by him. Suddenly, that guy also fired, but since I hit him first and made him lose his balance, all the bullets flew past his side. Two handguns started firing simultaneously, except for one bullet that bounced off his helmet, three other bullets were embedded in his face, and as the guy who was shot in the head flew out, my gun muzzle had already turned to the direction of the angry captain.

  "Chinaman, don't move." I no longer had a chance to fire again because the guy had already drawn his own pistol and was pointing it at my head.

  His own pistol was still pointing in his direction, and he hadn't put down his own pistol. "Do you think I'd put down my gun? Little Jap."

  Neither of us fired a shot because if either of us had done so, the result would have been mutual annihilation.

  "Put down your gun and I can give you a fair duel." The guy seemed to be a very hot-blooded person. "Bushido spirit?" He asked himself lightly in his heart.

  "Why?"

  "Our men have heard the gunfire, you have 30 seconds to decide. I personally admire you, although we are from different countries and fighting for different reasons, but we are all warriors, we all have the honor of being a warrior." The guy who spoke was slowly tapping his chest.

  He didn't say a word, but before the other man had dropped his gun, he slowly drew out the shotgun from the holster on his back and also dropped it to the ground.

  With empty hands, I slowly pulled out another dagger from my waistband and handed it to my left hand. I bent my body, like a spring, and put my right hand behind my back. "I believe what you said, this is the respect I have for your words." "Let's bet on it," I said, while my heart was racing with anxiety. What if he shoots? But then I comforted myself.

  He softly spoke a few words into the intercom in his helmet, then tossed it aside and threw his pistol to the ground. "Alright, let's fight for the honor of our warriors. I've already informed them that no one will come over within 10 minutes."

  "Wait." He interrupted his own action of bowing. "Why are you speaking Chinese?"

  The guy standing there looked at me and said the one thing I least wanted to hear: "From a young age, my father taught me your language so that one day our people could make yours slaves."

  At that time, I was not angry, but instead felt an unusual calmness in my heart. The guy standing in front of me gave a neat bow and said, "I'm Koganei Akira, Imperial Japanese Army, Sakura Special Forces, Lieutenant." Then he reported his own name.

  Then, he took out a package from his upper garment pocket and threw it aside. "We know you don't have any food left, this is American-made, it can temporarily solve your problem of having no food, just stick it on your wrist." 'Is this my reward? Interesting.'

  Slowly, he held the dagger in his hand horizontally in front of his eyes, looking at the guy who was cut into two halves due to visual reasons. "Wang Kun, I have another name, Yun, People's Liberation Army, ordinary soldier, sniper." He then reported his own name, looking at the surprised guy in front of him.

  "So it was you..."

  "Too much talk is useless, let's get started." He cut off the guy's words and then stared at him with an even colder gaze.

  He didn't say a word, just bowed to himself again, then grabbed the dagger and rushed up, shouting "Get back a bit further, a bit further, a bit further......" As he ran closer and closer, his equipment on the ground got farther and farther away. His right hand had slowly reached for something stuck in his lower back.

  Bang~ Bang~ Bang~ Under his astonished and contemptuous gaze, he drew out the pistol stuck in his lower back and fired three shots at him...

  No matter the guy lying on the ground, but quickly picked up his own abandoned weapon, of course, there was also what he had thrown away, said to be something that could temporarily not worry about food. Put the pistol back in its holster, pick up the shotgun, ka-chunk, load a shell into the chamber. Walk over, step on the dagger he's holding, then point the muzzle at his head.

  "You deceived me, you have no honor as a warrior, spit...!" The guy on the ground spat out blood foam from his mouth while questioning me, and then he spat a mouthful of blood onto my face.

  He didn't dodge the thing he spat out, but let it land on his face, slowly being washed away by the rain. "As a warrior, I should duel with you, but as a Chinese person, I have no reason to duel with you. Killing 3000 and losing 0 is something I would never do. Nor will I apologize to you, if you hate me, go ahead and hate me, let your hatred be my greatest reward." Before he could say anything else, a loud explosion rang out, and in the moment his unwilling eyes locked onto mine, a bullet had already blown his face into a bloody hole.

  Quickly gathered his equipment, then picked up the sniper rifle that had been knocked to the ground. After a careful examination, he found that the sniper scope was cracked and could no longer be used for aiming. "Sorry, old buddy," he said with a pat on the back of the rifle, expressing his regret. Then, he ran towards the northeast direction, where there were no enemies present...