Chapter 8

Why is he not dead yet? Why is he not dead yet? How could he not die yet?

If he doesn't die, I will be the only one who dies!

At this time, I can only blame myself for being unlucky. Why did I run to this stream to die? I am so stupid. I know that this stream is the best place to hide. Of course, the Vietnamese snipers also know that I have no vigilance at all! If I am careless in normal times, it would be fine. This is on the battlefield. If you accidentally lose your life, I will never have a second chance...

"Chongba (Vietnamese: don't shoot)!" At this time, I didn't know if it was a quick idea or something, but suddenly a pure Vietnamese sentence appeared: "Our own people!"

Maybe some people may wonder why I speak Vietnamese... This is a long story. The old man became a soldier very early. When he resisted the U.S. and aided Vietnam, he was a comrade and brotherly relationship with Vietnam. At this time, the old man "seduced" a good Vietnamese woman, who later became my mother...

"Comrade!" I continued to say in fluent Vietnamese: "I am a militiaman who has been involved in the enemy's troops. My surname is Ruan, and I live in Sabah!"

My past experience in picking up girls told me that if you want to gain the trust of others, you must first tell the other party about your identity. And there is another advantage to telling the other party first, that is, you can say what you want to say. When the other party asks, you will often ask some questions that you cannot answer, especially now.

The other party did not move, as if he was thinking, or was trying to find the flaws in my words.

However, I think I am good at lying. I remember that when I was in modern times, I successfully made several girls believe that I was still a virgin...

This is off topic. The reason why the Japanese in Vietnam could not find my flaws was because I blocked the possible mistakes in advance. Isn’t this? The militia means there is no number, and the Ruan surname is a major Vietnamese surname. As for living in Sabah... this is my cleverness.

Sure enough, when the guy saw that I didn't tell the address, he continued to ask: "Where is living in Sabah?"

"No. 36, Gengwan Street!" I answered without thinking. I secretly thought, this was my mother's address. She didn't know how many times she said it, but I still don't remember it?

So the little suspicion that this guy had for me disappeared, and then he collapsed and panted as if he was collapsed.

I turned around and saw that his mother screaming miserable... This guy was shot in the left shoulder. I guess this shot was shot by me, and then both legs were broken. The broken legs were hung on his thigh like two broken wooden sticks. You can even see a leg bone that was inserted upside down... This should have been broken when it fell from a tree. Why are you climbing so high?

Looking at the blood and pale face on his body, I couldn't imagine how he survived, and even more so how he wiped the blood behind him and climbed all the way here.

"Comrade!" The Vietnamese sniper looked at me blankly at him, and asked weakly: "Do you bring a first aid kit? I need bandage!"

"Well, there is one!" I responded, took out the first aid kit and started to bandage his left shoulder.

"Sound it light!" said the Vietnamese sniper: "Be careful to hide, and after the enemy leaves, we will climb back along the waterway... Well, what are you doing?"

Actually, I didn't do anything. I just took advantage of the fact that I was bandaging the wound for the Japanese devil, and tied up his only right hand that could still move. Damn, this guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Even if only one hand can move, I dare not fight him head-on. Be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship, right?

"You don't know yet!" I laughed, pointed to the wound on his left shoulder and said, "I shot this shot! I didn't have good shooting skills, and I only hit one ten bullets, which made you laugh!"

"Um!" The Vietnamese sniper was stunned and glanced at the gun on my back, then smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that Yongchangming would die at your hands, and would lose to a gun like you...I..."

As he said that, he stood up suddenly and seemed to be fighting with me, but those two broken legs were not in control, so he shaking the scenery for a moment and fell into the water and fainted.

To be honest, I really scared him. I really didn't expect that even a person has the fighting spirit when he reaches this point. Can he still be called a human? He is like a wild beast.

At this time, I couldn't help but think of the old man. Didn't his eyes be blown out and he pulled them off and rushed forward? I'm afraid that only the old man can compete with the guy in front of him. At this time, I seemed to understand the old man's approach. In this era, people like him really need...

After a long time, I plucked up my courage and walked up to him and kicked him hard on the abdomen. Only then did I dare to drag him out of the water. When I touched my mouth and nose, I was still fucking angry. My life was really hard!

"Yang Xuefeng!"

"Yang Xuefeng!"

...

I don’t know when the cannon sound stopped, and a few comrades cries came from above, and I quickly responded: “Here is here! Capture a prisoner!”

Scar ran up happily and was amused: "Damn you, you are so good. You will catch a prisoner if you disappear later. You are still the Japanese sharpshooter!"

To be honest, I don’t care about this Japanese sharpshooter. Although his toughness still scares me, I also know that even if I survived such a serious injury, I will be just a toothless tiger.

What I care about is his gun - the super long barrel, the hollow stock, and a scope... It immediately attracted my eyes and all my attention. I held the gun in my arms and looked around with my love. It felt like I was listless while playing online games, but suddenly I hit a magical artifact...

I have always faced this battlefield with the attitude of hiding if I can. But after some of the guns, I suddenly had the desire and impulse to go to the battlefield to practice my hands.

"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" When he returned to the camp, Scar sat in front of me hesitantly.

"Well, what's wrong?" I was playing with the sniper rifle in my hand, while looking at Scar in confusion. Judging from his expression, it would definitely not be a good thing to look for me this time.

"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Scar handed me a cigarette and said meaningfully: "You have performed well in these battles, which is worthy of praise, especially in dealing with the snipers of the Philistine Japanese. You acted bravely and successfully captured the Philistine Japanese snipers and made great contributions. But..."

This proves that I am right, and it is indeed not a good thing.

"But..." Scar paused and continued, "Your gun must be handed over!"

"What?" I stood up as soon as I heard this and said, "Why? I shot the sniper of the Japanese devils and I also paid the gun. Why should I hand over it?"

"Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" said Scar in a stressed tone: "You must understand that we are a revolutionary team, an organized and disciplined army. If everyone is like you, whoever wins the weapon is whose, then it's a mess? Then can't we become bandits who robbed the house?"

"Just just pretend that I have no organization and no discipline, but I just won't pay it!"

"You!" Scar was so angry that he was glaring at me. After walking a few steps in front of me, he said furiously: "Tell me the truth! Our mission this time is for this gun. How many people have sacrificed for our platoon for this gun? Five, five living lives, Comrade Yang Xuefeng! It can be said that this gun was exchanged for the lives and blood of his comrades. Do you have the nerve to take it for yourself? Don't you blush, do you?"

I couldn't help but feel silent when I heard this. My attention was always on this gun. It was not until now that I realized that five soldiers had been sacrificed in our platoon after just now.

"I said to Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Seeing that I was not so opposed, Scar slowed down his tone: "You have to know that every battle is the merit of all the soldiers. Think about it, if you went up alone just now, could you catch the prisoner and seize this gun? Individualism and egoism are not allowed..."

"Platform leader!" I interrupted Scar and said, "There is a saying that steel is used on the blade. I am confident that I can use this gun well. Then, wouldn't you just assign this gun to me?"

"You..." Now I was helpless in the scar.

Actually, I don’t know what Scar said, but I don’t care about the individualism or selfishness. I just want this gun.

"Comrade!" At this time, the rifle came up, sat heavily in front of me, then raised the gun in my hand at me, and said, "I am in the company. If I think I am the second, no one dares to recognize the first place, but I still have to use these 56 and a half. Do you know why?"

"No good gun!" This is not a question that even a fool can answer.

"Do you know the consequences of not having a good gun?" Rifle asked again.

I was asked now, and I have only been here for one day. How do I know what the consequences are?

"Do you know why we had a platoon fight to rob the gun? Five comrades were sacrificed for this?"

I shook my head, in fact, this is what I have always been strange to me in my heart.

"Let's our gun..." The rifle took the scar and handed the cigarette, lit it and said, "It's amazing to have 56 and a half dozen meters, but what about the gun of the Yue Japanese? It's okay to have seven or eight hundred meters. We just because our weapons are not as good as others. Sometimes a company is suppressed by the Yue Japanese and there is no way to do anything. Do you think this is a coward?"

I couldn't help but remain silent. Although I had only been in the army for one day, I could also imagine what it would be like if a company was suppressed by a sniper in the Vietnamese Japanese and Japanese and could not move forward or suffered heavy casualties. At that time, I was afraid that I would even have the desire to die.

"A fellow villager of mine is also a comrade-in-arms..." Rifle smiled bitterly when he said this: "He died under the sharpshooter of the Vietnamese Japanese. It's not that his marksman is not as good as the Japanese, but that he must run nearly 300 meters to get the Japanese, but 300 meters... How many shots can the Japanese in three hundred meters be fired? He... was unwilling to accept that he kept holding my hand until he died, asking me to avenge him... He didn't mention his newborn child until he died, and did not mention his wife who was still in confinement, just asked me to take revenge and take revenge!"

"Squad Leader 3!" After a while of silence, I said with some confusion: "Didn't you say... you want to take revenge? That's not true that you can't take the gun? If you have a correct marksmanship, then this gun... will be used for you!"

I really don't want to give in, but I feel that things have come to this point. If I still have to take over it, that wouldn't be enough.

"That's right, Comrade Yang Xuefeng!" Scar interjected: "This time... the reason why we have to steal this gun even if we have to fight five lives is because our superiors have to take it back for research. Do you know what research is? It's just... just take it back and you can make one hundred and one thousand out!"

"Oh!" As soon as Scar said this, I understood. It turned out that he wanted to copy it. I believe this. Our country is a famous copycat country. Isn't it? After we pass our hands, we can make a copycat version in a few strokes.

"I know!" Scar spitted a mouthful of smoke and continued: "The Japanese invaders are very smart. They also know that we lack good guns, so even if the sharpshooter is injured on the battlefield, he will smash and blow the gun before being captured, so we have not been able to seize a gun until now. This is the first time you have saved it. The superior leader is so happy to hear it. Who knows that you won't surrender..."

"Okay okay!" Hearing this, I realized that this gun would definitely not be able to be protected. Whether it is national justice or comrades-in-arms' relationship, this gun does not belong to me, so I simply pushed the gun on Scar's hand and said, "Then if I will get one next time..."

Scar slapped his chest and said, "Next time you hand over another hand, I will assign it to you!"

I looked at the sniper rifle, feeling reluctant, thinking that I would never see it again. But what I didn't expect was that the gun not only did not leave me, but also followed me through the entire war since then...
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