Chapter 5

Mosquitoes fly everywhere, ants and bugs are crawling all over the ground, and sometimes you can be lucky enough to see one or two snakes...

This was my first night in this time and space. Although the daytime battles have made me tired, I still can't fall asleep in such an environment.

Still let people live? I waved my hand in the void around my head in distractedness, but the mosquitoes in the dark seemed to ignore them at all, and still made a terrifying and helpless buzzing sound next to my eardrums. At this time, I even hoped that I would face the enemy's bayonets and bullets rather than these omnipresent mosquitoes.

"Give it!" At some point, a handsome soldier climbed beside me and handed me a bottle of stuff.

"What is this?" I was a little surprised, mainly because these soldiers didn't care much about me before.

"Mosquito repellent oil!" The soldier raised his hand at me.

"Mosquito repellent oil?" I took the bottle of things in confusion. I have to admit that I have never heard of any mosquito repellent oil, let alone used it...

At the insistence of the young warrior, I had to hesitate to open the bottle cap and apply the liquid filled with strange smell on my face and hands... If this were the past, I would not have applied such a smelly thing on my face. But now, after experiencing the battleground and after experiencing life and death, what else can I not do?

Not to mention, this weird thing is really useful, and there are indeed fewer mosquitoes. Of course, it is a lie to say that it can completely drive away mosquitoes, at least it can drive away mosquitoes as big as a small finger in Vietnam. The mosquito repellent oil has not been produced yet.

"Thank you!" I nodded to the warrior.

"Why are you polite?" The soldier grinned and stretched out his hand to introduce himself: "My name is Xu Guoliang, and all of my comrades call me a scholar!"

"Scholar?" I was stunned when I heard this, how could I introduce myself like this?

"Scholars are high school students!" Xiao Shitou, who likes the fun, came up and answered, "He is the one with the highest diploma in our company! There are only two or three in the entire battalion..."

"Oh! What can that be?" The scholar was a little shy. If it weren't for the dark, I think he would have blushed with excitement at this moment.

I scratched my head, thinking in my mind if I told them that I was an undergraduate, wouldn't that be great? Although the only thing I learned in college seemed to be picking up girls.

Later I learned that the scholar's family conditions were very good. His father was a factory director and his mother was a town government cadre. He could have gotten a job in China under the arrangement of his parents, but he tried to get a job in the battlefield and contributed to the country after a breakup with his parents.

"Comrade!" The scholar handed me a cigarette: "We all blamed you a little bit..."

"Blame me wrong?" I took the cigarette in confusion.

"Yes!" The scholar nodded: "Originally we thought you were a coward, but we didn't expect... you performed so bravely on the battlefield!"

The scholar said as he took out a pack of matches from his pocket, and scratched a few but couldn't even make them.

"Damn it!" The scholar cursed and muttered in a low voice: "It must be that I got wet during the war today..."

As he said that, he called out to a soldier not far away: "Comrade, borrow a fire!"

The soldier climbed up happily, took out a pack of matches and lit them in front of us: "Comrade, borrow a cigarette..."

The scholar cursed softly and handed him a cigarette. He took the cigarette proudly and put it in his mouth, igniting a match with a whisper.

Just as the scholar and I were putting our heads on, we suddenly felt something explode in front of us, a ball of hot stuff spilled on our faces, and then we heard a gunshot...

I soon realized that what exploded in front of us was the warrior's head, and what was sprinkled on our face was his blood.

That's right, you first see your head explode and then you hear the gunshot. I once heard the old man say that the bullets are fired very quickly, especially the sniper rifle of the Japanese Guard... The bullet speed is two or three times the speed of sound, so when the Japanese Guard shoots you, you often have the bullet hit your head before you hear the gunshot.

From this point of view, the scenes in movies and TV that hear gunshots and then roll away from bullets are all nonsense.

I can't describe the shock of the scholars at that time. We were both standing there stupidly. I don't know what scholars were thinking. I only knew that my head was blank, without fear or panic, and I didn't understand or dared not accept such facts. Now that I think about it, I must have been frightened by this huge contrast at that time. This is different from the feeling of facing the enemy and artillery fire on the battlefield. This is the kind of person who is completely unprepared.

"Let's go down!"

"There is a situation!"

"The Vietnamese Japanese are coming up!"

...

The gunshots quickly turned into a circle, and I didn't know who was pressed down in the darkness. I only knew that I didn't see an enemy from beginning to end... Later I realized that the other soldiers did not see where the enemy was, they just fought randomly.

"Stop shooting! Stop shooting!" The scream was made by Scar. He suppressed several guns that were still shooting in a fit of anger. He climbed in front of me in a few seconds, glanced at it, shook his head and sighed.

Then before I could react, he snatched the cigarette in my hand and threw it on the ground: "Let me listen to it! No one is allowed to light the fire or smoke, or shoot randomly. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"clear!"

...

There were a burst of sparse responses in the darkness. Only then did I realize that just because I wanted to smoke a cigarette, a soldier died under the gun of the sniper of the Vietnamese Japanese.

I couldn't help but remember what the old man once said to me: "The sharpshooter of the Yue Japanese is accurate. They all use sniper rifles with small mirrors. At night, just light sparks as big as cigarette butts... with a bang, they will be finished!"

When I heard this, I didn't agree with it and spat in my heart: "What a sharpshooter? I'm called a sniper! It's so terrible!"

Thinking about it now, how good it would be if I had remembered what the old man said earlier, how good it would be if I had heard what the old man said in my heart...

With a "wow", the scholar beside him cried. He almost knelt down on the warrior's body and blamed himself: "Comrade, I'm sorry! I've been hurting you, wake up..."

"Damn it!" Before the scholar finished speaking, Scar suddenly snatched up and kicked the scholar to the ground, cursing: "Cry, there is a bird for crying! Look at your bear!"

"Platform leader!" The scholar seemed to be defeated by the guilt in his heart. He knelt forward and hugged the scar's feet and said, "Platform leader, you should punish me! They are all me, they are all those who borrowed fire from him... You should punish me!"

"So what can you do if you punish me?" Scar kicked the scholar away without hesitation: "You can make Xu Jian live by punishing me? Those who have the seed will kill a few more Japanese on the battlefield tomorrow to avenge Xu Jian!"

With Scar saying this, scholars will no longer have any voice.

When the surroundings became quiet again, I felt that the atmosphere was a little different. I couldn't tell what it felt like, and the soldiers seemed to be dejected like defeated roosters.

I can understand this very well. Although we only died in the battle just now, it was nothing compared to the number of casualties on the battlefield during the day. But the problem is... The Japanese invaders could see us and successfully killed a soldier in our army, but we didn't even catch the shadow of the Japanese invaders, and we were still panicked... The Japanese invaders were probably laughing secretly in the dark!

This is what the old man said about morale. As a sniper, his role in the battlefield is often not to kill many enemies, but whether he can hit the morale of the enemy at the right time. From this point of view, the sniper, the Yue Japanese, was very successful.

If this is someone else, you might be able to endure it, or as Scar said, if you go to the battlefield tomorrow, kill a few more Japanese devils to take revenge.

But this is not me. My temper is that as long as someone provokes me, I must get it back. Moreover, I will bear part of the responsibility for Xu Jian's death.

Thinking of this, I didn't say much, and after pressing a row of bullets on the rifle, I aimed at the void in front of me.

Only then did I realize that sometimes there was a big gap between ideals and reality, because at this time the sky was covered with dark clouds without any moonlight. In front of me, it could be said that it was pitch black and could not even see trees more than ten meters high, let alone find someone in it.

"Comrade!" Xiao Shitou may have found my intention, so he lay beside me and whispered: "Don't worry! Look..."

As he said that, he raised his head to a soldier who was discussing something with Scar not far away: "That is Liang Lianbing, the third squad leader, nicknamed Rifle. The famous sharpshooter in our company won the shooting championship in the competition. The platoon leader must have arranged for him to deal with the Vietnamese sharpshooter!"

As expected, as Xiao Shitou expected, Liang Lianbing grabbed the rifle and left. When he passed by me, he seemed to realize what I was going to do. He smiled slightly and shook his head at me, as if he was saying that I was overestimating my ability.
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