Chapter 3: Refining 20. Jin Qiu's Sudden Attack (2)

  The autumn in the mountains is so beautiful that you can't imagine, after I returned to the city, I have never seen such a beautiful autumn again. It's really a golden autumn! The corn is golden yellow, with its mouth open and teeth exposed, swaying in the small wind, with red whiskers, like a group of tall and thin old men. The wheat is golden yellow, shaking its head and swaying its arms, like a group of school children returning home. The apples are golden yellow, swaying their bodies and showing off their full faces, like a group of old ladies returning from washing clothes. And then there are the brothers hiding on the mountain top, staring at the observation post below, listening to the cicadas calling, it's simply unbelievable how they waste their lives. Now you know what special warfare is all about? Most of the time is spent running, hiding and observing, when it's time to fight, it's just a quick battle and then run away, the enemy advances, we retreat, the enemy retreats, we advance, this kind of guerrilla warfare is still useful today. Sometimes when my brothers and I were learning guerrilla tactics, we called ourselves the Plain Guerrilla Team. Later, I thought to myself that I was continuing my grandfather's career, because my grandfather was a pistol team leader in the Eighth Route Army during the war against Japan, specializing in this kind of work.

  The sentry bought a basket of apples, and it was simply unbearable to eat anymore. We strolled around to digest the food, and my brother swallowed his saliva. The water in the canteen couldn't be drunk casually; it had to be used at critical moments. If you were thirsty, you just endured it; if not, you took a small sip. Apples were even more out of reach - they were the exclusive privilege of the enemy's defensive troops.

  Now we're covered in camouflage, our faces smeared with camouflage paint, running into the apple orchard to ask locals to buy ten kilograms of apples. Immediately, we were beaten by those brothers who had been waiting for us to arrive and take a beating. First, they used big wolf dogs, then they used group punches.

  Now you can see the apples on the mountain, just a few hundred meters away, but you can't eat them. That's why I always say that special forces are like thieves - sneaking around, not satisfying. The TV dramas are misleading; there's no such good thing! You fought in vain!

  Now I just want to eat an apple, I've been eating apples since I was a kid, a little brat can eat ten big Huang Yuanshou without any problem, my mom always says I'm an apple belly. But the apple is right in front of me and I still can't eat it.

  The cicada was crying like a mourner. I really wanted to eat, oh my, I swallowed my saliva just thinking about eating an apple. I looked at the sleeping Dog Head High School team, they fell asleep as soon as they should have, you don't have any temper at all. I looked around at the half-asleep motors, they were thinking of sneaking away to steal a few apples and then take out the 81 guns. Stealing apples isn't difficult, it wasn't a big problem in the past, there are bushes in between. But getting the 81 guns is a bit more difficult because those four sentry posts all have their guns slung over their shoulders. I was thinking of a way, then it was my turn to stand guard.

  I was on sentry duty at the outer perimeter, looking at the apples and the 81 guns. I didn't care, I decided to steal some apples first. I turned around and saw that my comrades were all more or less awake, but Mada was still staring blankly at the apples with his eyes wide open. So I gave him a hand signal, meaning I would go pick up some apples. At first he disagreed, but eventually nodded in agreement, telling me to be careful. I quietly crept down the small hill in a low position, while Mada set up the 95-style light machine gun. To be honest, this wasn't very useful, we were just firing blanks, it was all just for show, you couldn't even tell if you hit anyone or not. We used to use laser simulators, but those weren't allowed for special forces training, and the imaginary enemy would just randomly sweep their guns into the woods, hoping to get lucky. I don't know how this problem is solved now, but at the time it wasn't resolved.

  I slipped through the bushes like a camouflage snake, quietly making my way into the apple orchard. When I got closer, I found there was barbed wire, but that's nothing, the ordinary people's barbed wire can't compare to our professional skills. I took out my special forces dagger and cut through the barbed wire, then continued to sneak in. There were no ordinary people around, but I had money on me, we couldn't just eat for free, we are the Liberation Army, not bandits.

  I took out the probe needle and tied it to a withered branch, accurately one stitch at a time, and in one breath I stitched more than 20 of them. Hurriedly stuffed them into my empty military tactical bag, turned around and was about to leave.

  At this time I saw 81 guns. Not one, but three, mounted together. My eyes lit up again.

  Then I saw that there were also sentry posts in the apple orchard, but they were not as strict as those on the highway. There were four of them, but three were sleeping under the shade of trees. One was holding a telescope and looking at something, seemingly a red-clad young woman riding a bicycle on the highway. It's not that our brother units are poorly trained or have poor military discipline, but training is just training, not combat. When officers are not around, how long can you expect soldiers to stay vigilant? They've all been through hardships and it's normal for them to rest.

  At this time, my mind began to turn. Should I steal the gun or not?