Chapter 3 Refining 28. Jin Qiu's Sudden Attack (10)

  This time, the must-kill and must-die raid became a legendary story in the special forces circle, which I never expected. In reality, such things are not rare in war. But this is not wartime, right? The background, characters, and plot were all changed, plus a one-in-a-thousand coincidence, and the result was naturally different. To put it another way, after this raid, I became a small-time celebrity, and no one could ignore me.

  As my raid was exaggerated without limits, later during exercises, the commanders of various special forces brigades came to take a look, asking who Small Zhuang was. Oh, you're him? No big deal, just taking a look! Okay, okay, busy going! I turned around and two brigade commanders were laughing and saying, "This soldier is not bad!" I said, "Want to trade?" He Daqiang said, "No trade, no trade, even if you give me two, I won't trade!" Then that commander said, "I'll give you a battalion commander!" He Daqiang said, "You keep your own battalion commander, I won't give you any of my soldiers!"

  After leaving the tent, I was still sweating all over. Being a public figure is not a pleasant feeling, let me tell you. Even when I went to the military hospital, there were many female soldiers and cadres who came to take a look, and I thought to myself, "What are you looking at?" But I still put on a smiling face.

  We quickly left, without even having any private space. Actually, we should thank Xiaofei; many times, if she hadn't stood outside the door with a cold expression, we would have been surrounded by people even when we were just holding hands. But it was still uncomfortable!

  After saying so much, you must think I'm intentionally teasing your appetite.

  It's really not, that's the fact.

  So I say, anything is fine, just don't become a public figure.

  I walked through the forest, my footsteps light and silent on the ground. I could only hear my own breathing sound. Several times, the search party passed by less than 2 meters away from me with their nets, but they just didn't discover me. One reason was that I was lucky, another reason was that it's impossible for people to be fully focused every time. The search party had been searching for a long time, and in situations where the enemy situation wasn't severe, it wasn't uncommon for them to slack off a bit, after all, they weren't really fighting a war.

  I'm holding a 95, with a full camouflage outfit, I'm just like a small camouflage village. Camouflage is the color of my body, and I wish it was also the color of my heart. I really wish I could be the internal organs of camouflage, merged with the forest. It's really tense! Because at that time, I felt that the honor and shame of our Dog Head Brigade depended on this one strike. Even the special forces were defeated by them, what else can you say?! Even if you succeeded elsewhere, but your wolf-toothed vanguard was uprooted by them, do you feel proud?

  The problem is that he didn't thoroughly pull out, leaving only me with a small tail and a small column of soldiers. An inconspicuous little soldier. I was careful, but my chest was ablaze with flames. My palms were sweating as I gripped the rifle, sweat dripping from my forehead and nose, and even my neck had beads of sweat that trickled down into my collar, feeling very uncomfortable, but I couldn't care less. In my heart, there was only one thought: to beat him to a pulp!

  As I approached the command center, the sky was getting dark. I quietly crawled along the mountain ridge, overlooking the entire valley. Smoke rose and people's voices were bustling, dog barks were also loud, you've seen this kind of US military base in Vietnam War movies, so I won't describe it again. Layer upon layer of guards, truly nowhere to hide, antennas filled the sky, you can imagine how busy the radio waves are. Visible sentries and invisible sentries were everywhere, you didn't know how to infiltrate.

  There is only one chance, and that's at night.

  There is only one gap, which is the small river running through the base.

  My plan was to take advantage of the darkness and sneak into the commander's large tent near the river, throw in a smoke bomb, and then wait for the hammering. But I won.

  Just wait till nightfall. You know what it's like to watch the troops below having dinner? It's drooling! I'm swallowing my saliva while waiting for nightfall, and I've already thought about how they won't refuse to give me food even after beating me up, and they'll have to give me good stuff too. A hero is admired by everyone, but actually, the ones who admire you the most are your opponents. This truth still hasn't become outdated.

  Then I heard the sound of the engine getting closer and closer. I knew it was a helicopter from the Land Air Force. I picked up the white light scope of my 95 rifle, as I didn't bring binoculars. Although the magnification of the white light scope is not high, it's still clearer than nothing.

  I saw a camouflage helicopter landing in the distance, like a giant dragonfly. I also saw that the surrounding area was heavily guarded. Then I saw a group of officials wearing camouflage uniforms getting off the plane, who were clearly not soldiers. At that time, I was thrilled! The head of the brother unit has arrived! This time, I'll show you something good! Wow, what a big scene! And there's even a female soldier with a sassy walk! When did the People's Liberation Army also have female secretaries?!

  I was really stupid at the time. I just watched them go into the big tent and never come out again. If it were real combat, I wouldn't have to go down, I would have 40 bullets in my hand, one shot would be a first-class merit, I think I wouldn't even want to, but the problem is I don't have 40 bullets! Even if I did, it would be useless! I couldn't shoot anyway! It's just a smoke bomb, I said I hit it, they said no, there are too many people on their side! My one mouth doesn't count! This kind of confrontational training involves the honor of the troops, so no one will give in, and then it becomes a headless case. The troops have many such things, who let them be the military? No one would yield in this matter.

  I'm out of options, I still have to go down and take a risk. Wait! The female soldier is still washing her hands and face by the small river. She hasn't entered the tent and is just lingering around nearby. I don't know what she's doing either, I couldn't figure out what kind of combat role a female officer would have in a field army. And she doesn't look like a combat officer at all? So free? And no one is managing her? Who is this?! The plot is so big?!

  They came out once, had something to eat and chatted for a while. I was worried, oh no! What if they leave by plane now? Won't this great deal be gone?! But they laughed and talked and went back again. I felt relieved then. It got dark very quickly, the lights inside the tent were already on. From the open window, I saw a sea of heads and smoke rising up.

  The leaders of the field army rarely don't smoke, and there are many annoying things! I waited a little longer until it was completely dark. Then I went down, still crouching low and quietly approaching the small river. Of course, there were sentries, but they were mobile sentries. I had calculated their pattern in advance, knowing how often they changed shifts and how their lines of sight intersected.

  I seized the opportunity of less than a minute to dive into the river. The water was not deep, just enough to cover my head, and I dived underwater. Of course, holding a reed pipe in my mouth was indispensable, the old trick of the Liberation Army's veteran scouts is still useful, it depends on how you use it. The principle of mobility and flexibility is also one of the principles of special forces, we can't always think that we are not good enough, we should inherit the wisdom and intelligence of our predecessors.

  Of course, there is an iron wire mesh at the bottom of the water. I had thought of this a long time ago. When I took a look, I almost spit it out. With the light from the diving lamp, I saw a large pile of various fish and even turtles on the other side of the net, staring at me with big eyes. The water was flowing towards me, so they were blocked on that side. After the incident, I came to the conclusion that military-to-civilian conversion is not that difficult after all. Military underwater isolation nets can be used as freshwater river fishing nets, and their quality is much better than ordinary fishing nets! I took out my multi-functional special warfare knife and started cutting. I took a deep breath and went to the very bottom. Any fool knows that there must be iron cans or even anti-infantry radar on the surface, which cannot be cut. I was cutting slowly with extremely small movements, and of course, it was also extremely slow. After cutting for a while, I would go back to breathe through a reed pipe.

  Go on cutting. Cut open a small mouth, fish, clams, old turtles and so on squeezed out! What a lively scene! I had to stretch out my hand to maintain traffic order. They didn't even know how to thank me, each going their own way. I waited for them to leave before continuing to cut. Finally, I cut open a mouth that I could enter.

  I went in. I swam and swam, and when I thought it was about right, I looked up to see if there were any searchlights, then carefully changed my breathing, still not daring to come out completely, just poking my nose out to take a quick breath. Only then did I observe my surroundings.

  A lieutenant is calling the roll in the distance, a group of soldiers are singing "Speak from the Heart". A sentry is yawning. The dog has just passed by wagging its tail. The big tent is still lit up. The guard is strict but not as strict as the outer one.

  I found a reed and quietly left. How to get close? There are people everywhere! I hid in the reeds and looked around. As soon as my eyes swept past, I came back, and I saw the cooking squad washing pots by the river. About 30 meters away from me, but several people were carrying large pots to wash. I pulled out a smoke bomb and held it in my hand. The principle of throwing bombs is not to seek distance but accuracy, which we have repeatedly emphasized and practiced countless times!

  Damn it! The grenade was already thrown out! It drew a beautiful arc in the air, rotating and flying! Who would have noticed that on a dark night, a grenade suddenly flew over?!

  Bang! It fell right into a large pot that two kitchen soldiers had just washed and were carrying back.

  "What the hell?! Who's messing with me?!" A soldier cursed, still in a northeastern accent.

  "Bang!"! It's all a military reaction, not just talk. Several cooks rushed to lie down. In fact, it wasn't real, if it were, they would have been wiped out long ago. The yellow smoke rose and I don't know how long they'll be scrubbing that pot, the color is hard to remove. Then someone started shouting: "The enemy has entered! The enemy has entered!"

  It's all over, the footsteps are chaotic. I hold the 95 gun in my right hand and charge towards the big tent with another grenade in my left hand! My 100-meter record is just over 11 seconds, so my sprint must be fast! I don't remember if I shouted or not, but my expression was definitely ferocious! Damn it, old man is going all out! The soldiers on guard at the big tent quickly raised their guns, but it's too late! The grenade has already been thrown!

  Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

  This is called fast! accurate! ruthless!

  In my memory, I seem to see slow motion. A soldier drenched from head to toe, with a ferocious expression on his 18-year-old face, holding a Type 95 rifle in his right hand and another gun on his back, while his left hand is throwing out a smoking grenade! In front of him are several soldiers holding guns in chaos! The grenade rotates in the air. It rotates in the air, carrying the hope and determination of this 18-year-old soldier!

  This is my must-hit raid, it has to hit! If it doesn't hit, my raid will have no meaning at all. In other words, I'll die for nothing! I see the grenade slowly rotating and flying over the heads of the helmeted soldiers, they open their mouths and look up, but none of them are goalkeepers, none can jump up to catch that smoking grenade!

  They slowly and slowly stretched their big mouths to watch the hand grenade slowly fly over. At the same time, the gun in my hand also rang out! Alive or dead, it's all the same! Although it was a drill, this was the thought in my heart!

  "Ah!" I pulled the trigger and fired a burst of shots! Of course, no one was trembling in the hail of bullets, but their reactions were still astonishing. They also raised their guns! But the hand grenade had already started smoking inside! I shouted "I won!" Laughing, you rabbits lost! As I finished firing a magazine, my left hand reached behind and grabbed another gun. I continued to fire, hammering away happily, no need to talk! Anyway, I knew soon I'd be pinned down by them, might as well enjoy it first!

  The yellow smoke inside the tent is particularly eye-catching in the dark night. I'm so excited, old Zhang's small village will show you what a dog-headed battalion of dog-headed soldiers looks like! Xiao Zhuang tells you what special warfare elite is! The gun had just fired two shots, just two bursts.

  The guns on the opposite side went off! It wasn't those few soldiers, but several handguns! They were a few agile hands that had just stretched out of the tent window, holding 77s! My instinctive reaction was to roll sideways, I knew it was blank cartridges, but this is the combat team's shooting instinct. As I rolled, I felt something bite my arm. I didn't pay attention, thinking it was a stone on the ground that had bumped me, and continued rolling, but after another roll, I couldn't move! Then I felt **flowing, and I couldn't roll anymore!

  Live rounds! Their handguns are loaded with live ammunition!

  Damn it! How could they be real bullets?! How could they be real bullets?!

  I hadn't even reacted yet. The pistol was still firing, and my other arm had also been bitten by a bullet, the gun fell to the ground. I just lifted my head and felt a bullet grazing the edge of my Kevlar helmet, I heard the sharp sound of the bullet whizzing past my ear. My mouth opened but no sound came out, I really felt pain, I couldn't shout anymore. My forehead was grazed by the bullet and blood started flowing down, everything in front of me turned red.

  Damn it…… How can you use live ammunition! My throat was trembling but I couldn't say a word. Amidst the red color, I heard a girl's scream: "Stop!" Then I saw a female soldier running towards me. I also saw a group of young officers in camouflage uniforms running towards me, holding 77 pistols with a serious and solemn expression.

  The female soldier picked me up and shouted: "Stop!"

  Young officers surrounded me, their guns all pointing at me. I was wide-eyed and bleeding, I had no idea how they could be using live ammunition. How the hell can they use live ammo for a drill?!

  "Put down the gun!" I heard an old but angry voice, as anxious as my grandfather, and my heart was racing. I vaguely saw a white-haired old man being surrounded by people walking over, wearing camouflage uniforms with dark green shoulder badges with two big stars without stripes, I knew it was a lieutenant general, but my consciousness was already blurred, I didn't know who he was, I really couldn't see his face clearly...

  Then I felt the girl's tears flowing on my face. She hugged me and called out my name: "Xiao Zhuang! Xiao Zhuang!"

  I couldn't see her face clearly, I really couldn't. Using all my strength, I just managed to say one sentence: "Xiao Ying, those bastards used live ammunition..." Then I knew nothing else.