Chapter 10

It is just that so many comrades have sacrificed, yet we haven't even seen a shadow of the enemy! If it weren't for Comrade Yang Xuefeng taking down a few, we would probably be the laughingstock of others!

Bang! I immediately fired another shot, and a groan of pain echoed from within the house. It was evident that this shot did not prove fatal to the opponent, but at least it hit the target.

Comrade, it is fortunate to have you! Otherwise, we wouldn't know where to put our faces after this embarrassment

"Squad Leader! Do you know the Company Commander?" As soon as the Company Commander left, many soldiers voiced their inner doubts, yet they received no answers. Scar glared fiercely, causing these timid individuals to retreat in fear. No wonder the soldiers whispered behind his back that Scar was a double threat: he shot the enemy with a gun and terrified his own men with his ferocity. Today, I have witnessed this for myself. No wonder the soldiers whispered behind his back that Scar was a double threat: he shot the enemy with a gun and terrified his own men with his ferocity. Today, I have witnessed this for myself

From the perspective of numbers, this is indeed the case; however, the combat effectiveness of a military unit is not solely reflected in its numbers. What a unit truly requires is a spirit—a spirit of ruthlessness towards the enemy and love for its own members. This spirit can tightly bind the individuals within the unit together, forming a formidable force

"Mutually assured destruction?" Our cadre stood up, shaking his head, and laughed as he brushed the mud off his clothes, saying, "Those devils wouldn't have such a good mood to go down with us; they have long since escaped through the tunnels!"

"Everyone down, come back!" The official rushed over to us and immediately fell to the ground, shouting at us: "Everyone lie down, lie down... No one is allowed..."

The scar bit down hard, gritting its teeth in response

This individual is actually very cautious and quite clever, as he hides behind the window, which prevents us from detecting the flash and smoke when he fires. However, his little trick is not enough to escape my notice, because that closed window is missing two panes of glass, one above and one below. The upper pane is positioned too high, making it impossible for him to aim at us from that angle. Therefore, I was able to roughly deduce the target's position based on the location of the missing lower pane of glass and the positions of the injured soldiers. The upper pane is positioned too high, making it impossible for him to aim at us from that angle. Therefore, I was able to roughly deduce the target's position based on the location of the missing lower pane of glass and the positions of the injured soldiers.

This is a Viet Cong soldier hiding behind a door panel. It should be said that if he is hiding behind the door panel, then we cannot see him, and he cannot see us either. However, the lower middle part of the door panel has been blasted out by shrapnel from a grenade, creating an excellent shooting hole. If he were to move a cabinet or a concrete slab in front of him, it would be perfect, and very few would think to look for him there.

It turns out that this official is actually a regiment commander. Upon learning his identity, the expression on the soldier's face immediately became strange.

The cadre known as the leader waved his hand, impatiently interrupting the guard's words, and said: "Rescuing people is like putting out a fire; at this moment, what is there to discuss about danger or safety!"

Perhaps some may find it strange to exchange the lives of the living for the bodies of fallen comrades, as it is clearly an act of folly

Hey! We are all comrades here, so there's no need for pleasantries! It is quite clear that the leader does not appreciate that kind of talk. He then turned his gaze towards me, who was covered in dirt, examined me for a moment, and nodded, saying: "It's not easy! Young comrade, to be able to shoot down three enemy soldiers with three bullets in such circumstances..."

Damn it! Looking at the pile of garbage in front of me, I couldn't help but curse in fear: "These Japanese devils really don't care about their lives. If we go up there now... we might just end up perishing together with them!"

Oh! The tunnel? The soldiers exchanged glances, as we have heard of tunnels before; in fact, China is the origin of tunnel warfare. There is even a movie called "Tunnel Warfare," isn't there? We just didn't know that the Vietnamese also employed this tactic.

Next, the translator beside the company commander took the megaphone and shouted a series of words in Vietnamese, but there was still no response

Not bad, Comrade Yang Xuefeng! It seems the team leader has taken a liking to you

Bang! Another bullet was fired from the muzzle of my gun

"I will leave it in your care!" the squad leader said with a smile, "This gun has fallen into your hands twice; it seems to have some connection with you. Moreover, it can serve its purpose in your hands. Until we rendezvous with the main force, you shall temporarily keep it!"

Speaking of which, those comrades beside me are indeed quite frivolous; upon seeing the scar, they ignored it and soon swarmed around me, causing a commotion.

Perhaps, for them, for a military unit, face is indeed more important than life, as they regard face as honor

That... Company Commander! Because I was worried that the Company Commander would ask me to share my thoughts or say a few words to the soldiers, I changed the subject and reluctantly handed over the sniper rifle in my hand: "This gun... I should just turn it in!"

Bang! I pulled the trigger at https://www.hetushu.com, and the first bullet was fired. A burst of blood erupted from the house, followed by a scream of agony

Report leader! Scar said with pride: "Not difficult!"

Thus, I naturally positioned the stock against my shoulder and aimed at that residential building

When I received the sniper rifle, an inexplicable excitement surged within me, akin to reuniting with a long-lost friend; there was also a sense of stability, as if possessing it meant having security; and a desire, ... much like having an exceptional weapon in a game, an unbearable urge to go to the battlefield and take down a few enemies ...

"Well done!" At an unknown time, Company Commander Li walked up to me and nodded in approval, saying: "Comrade Yang Xuefeng, your performance on the battlefield is commendable, but I hope you do not become arrogant because of this. I hope you can continue to work hard and achieve even better results. Comrades should learn from Comrade Yang Xuefeng..."

Oh! Upon hearing this, the leader of the group couldn't help but laugh heartily: "Very good! Being pragmatic and realistic..."

I have actually had this intention for a long time. Now that I have heard the company commander's words, how could I still refuse? I immediately stood up and readily agreed.

With a loud bang, before the official could finish speaking, a massive fireball erupted from the civilian house before our eyes, and debris flew chaotically above our heads

The company commander quickly stood up, adjusted his uniform, and said with a straight posture: "Report to the regiment commander, if it weren't for your reminder just now, we might have lost several soldiers!"

However, there is an absolute distinction between them; the difference in direction is that one comes towards us while the other goes away. The difference in life is that one dies for us while the other dies for the *illustrations* and *books*. The difference on the door panel... is that the splinter still stuck in the gun hole points towards us

This statement suggests that I am like a grown woman

What I did not anticipate was that this custody would last until the end of the war

Report leader! I replied: "We only took down two, and one was injured; it should... it should have escaped!"

Perhaps some may say that the bullet hole on the door panel could not have been made by our own soldiers? The enemy's bullets and our bullets both create a hole in the door panel, do they not

We know this, and of course, our Vietnamese apprentice knows it as well. Thus, another soul has fallen under the muzzle of my gun

This is the first time I have seen Scar looking so moved; it is evident that he is gritting his teeth to prevent his tears from falling. At this moment, my heart is filled with questions. It turns out that this guy Scar knows the leader, and their relationship seems to be quite deep.

Listen up, everyone inside! After a while, the squad leader poked his head out from the cover, holding a small loudspeaker, and shouted inside: "You are already surrounded. The People's Liberation Army treats prisoners of war well. Come out and surrender!"

"Team leader, are you alright!" At that moment, several guards hurriedly ran up to the officer and exclaimed, "How did you come up here? It's so dangerous..."

I deduced his location based on that bullet hole and fired a shot. The failure to eliminate the enemy was not due to any divine ability on my part; I could only estimate his general position and was unable to pinpoint his vital areas.

To this, I can only smile wryly. Is it really that simple on the battlefield, to avoid being the subject of ridicule? Is face more important than life?

At this moment, the leader's gaze fell upon the scarred man, and he couldn't help but be taken aback. He approached and shook the scarred man's hand, saying: "Brother, you have worked hard!"

"Since they have all run away, why blow up the house?" Little Stone asked with some confusion.

This shot was fired at the Viet Cong who attempted to move the body of a comrade. Like us, the Viet Cong will always strive to retrieve the bodies of their comrades rather than leave them for the enemy, even if it means paying the ultimate price of their own lives

"Team leader?" Upon hearing this, both the soldiers and I were momentarily taken aback

However, one thing he did not anticipate was that the AK47, once fired in rapid succession, would cause the barrel to recoil violently. This recoil would send the bullets flying erratically, resulting in several rounds exiting the firing hole and creating multiple bullet holes in the door panel

The company commander gave a glance to the scarred man and waved his hand, intending to let them go up, but was stopped by a clean-looking middle-aged official.

Hmm! The leader nodded: "Take good care of these brothers. After the battle, we will gather again!"

As he spoke, he took the lead in applauding, and soon a wave of applause erupted around him. I found this somewhat baffling; could this be the legacy of the ten years of turmoil? One must remember that this is a battlefield, where bullets or shells could fly in at any moment, yet they still do not forget to engage in ideological movements

But for me, all I think about is survival, only survival

"What are you doing?" The official patted the little stone's shoulder and said, "What else can we do? If you had gone in just now, wouldn't they have blown it to smithereens? Besides, they don't want us to find the entrance, so they are burying it with this pile of bricks and tiles!"

Following that, there was no further movement from the residential building, and I did not identify any new targets. However, everyone remained still, all holding their guns and quietly waiting