Chapter 5

Lie down

Damn it! Before the scholar could finish speaking, the scarred man suddenly rushed forward and kicked the scholar to the ground, cursing, "Crying, what good does that do? Look at you, what a disgrace!"

The scholar is a high school student! The lively little stone chimed in, saying: "The highest diploma in our squad belongs to him! In the entire camp, there are only two or three..."

The soldier cheerfully climbed up, took out a pack of matches, and waved it in front of us: "Comrade, may I borrow a cigarette..."

Comrade! Little Stone may have sensed my intention, as he leaned beside me and whispered softly: "Don't worry! Look..."

Indeed! The scholar nodded and said: "We all thought you were a coward, but unexpectedly... your performance on the battlefield is so brave!"

Did you blame me? I took the cigarette with some confusion

"Mosquito repellent!" The soldier waved his hand at me

"What can a punishment do to you?" Scarface unceremoniously kicked the scholar aside: "Do you think a punishment will bring Xu Jian back to life? If you have the guts, go kill a few more enemies on the battlefield tomorrow to avenge Xu Jian!"

The Vietnamese soldiers are coming!

The gunfire quickly erupted into a cacophony, and I did not know who had knocked me down in the darkness. ... All I knew was that I did not see a single enemy from beginning to end ... . ... Later, I learned that the other soldiers also did not see where the enemy was; they were just firing wildly.

At that time, when I heard this, I scoffed inwardly and thought: "What sharpshooter? That’s called a sniper! How unsophisticated!"

Mosquitoes fly everywhere, ants and bedbugs crawl all over the ground, and sometimes one might be fortunate enough to see one or two snakes

It must be said that this peculiar-smelling substance is indeed somewhat effective, as the number of mosquitoes has certainly decreased significantly. Of course, claiming that it can completely repel mosquitoes would be misleading; at least, mosquito repellent capable of driving away those tiny mosquitoes, akin to the size of a little finger, from Vietnam has yet to be produced

"No need to be polite," the soldier smiled broadly and took the initiative to extend his hand for an introduction, saying, "My name is Xu Guoliang, and my comrades all call me the scholar"

Comrade! The scholar handed me a cigarette: "We have all somewhat misunderstood you..."

At an unknown time, a handsome soldier climbed beside me and handed me a bottle of something

Now that I think about it, how wonderful it would have been if I had remembered what the old man said earlier, how great it would have been if I had taken his words to heart back then

Just as I leaned in with the scholar, I suddenly felt something explode in front of us, a warm substance splattering on our faces, and only then did we hear the sound of a gunshot

Thank you! I nodded to the soldier

"A reader?" I couldn't help but be taken aback; who introduces themselves like that

If it were someone else, enduring it might just pass, or as Scar said, tomorrow on the battlefield, just kill a few more Vietnamese devils to take revenge

The scholar muttered a low curse and casually handed him a cigarette. He took it with a sense of pride, placed it between his lips, and with a swift strike, lit the match.

... ...

Understood

Alas! What does that count for? Scholars tend to be somewhat shy; if it weren't for the dark color of the sky, I believe he would surely be blushing with excitement at this moment

Is there no way to live? I waved my hand in the void around my head, feeling agitated, yet the mosquitoes in the darkness seemed completely indifferent, continuing to emit their terrifying and helpless buzzing near my eardrum. At that moment, I even wished I were facing the enemy's bayonets and bullets instead of these insidious mosquitoes

This is probably what the old man referred to as morale. As a sniper, one's role on the battlefield is often not measured by how many enemies one can kill, but rather by the ability to strike at the enemy's morale at the right moment. From this perspective, the sniper from the Japanese forces has been very successful.

I scratched my head, thinking to myself whether it would be impressive if I told them I am an undergraduate. Although it seems that the only thing I learned in university was how to flirt.

His smile ignited a surge of unnameable anger within me: Damn it! You have a 56 model in your hand, and I have a 56 model in mine as well. I refuse to believe that you can hit me while I cannot hit you! I want to see who can take down that damned Japanese soldier first!

In the darkness, a series of sparse responses echoed. At that moment, I realized that my earlier desire to smoke had resulted in the death of a soldier at the hands of the enemy sniper.

"Squad Leader!" The reader seemed to be overwhelmed by the guilt in his heart, kneeling down and holding onto the scarred man's foot, saying: "Squad Leader, punish me! It was all me, I was the one who borrowed the fire from him... Please, punish me!"

He pointed his head towards a soldier not far away who was discussing something with Scar. "That is Squad Leader Liang Lianbing, nicknamed 'Rifle'. He is our company's renowned sharpshooter and has won the shooting championship in the competition. The squad leader must have arranged for him to deal with the enemy sharpshooters from Vietnam"

I quickly realized that what had exploded before us was the head of that soldier, and what splattered on our faces was his blood.

From this perspective, the scenes in movies and television where characters hear gunshots and then roll to dodge bullets are all nonsense

Under the persistence of the young warrior, I had no choice but to hesitantly open the bottle cap and apply the liquid inside, which was filled with a strange odor, to my face and hands. If this were in the past, I would never have smeared such a foul substance on my face, even if it meant death. But now, after experiencing the brutalities of the battlefield and the taste of life and death, what is there that cannot be done?

What is this? I am a bit surprised, mainly because these soldiers have not been very attentive to me before

But this is not me; my temperament is such that if anyone provokes me, I will definitely seek revenge. Moreover, I must bear part of the responsibility for Xu Jian's death

I cannot help but recall what the old man once told me: "The snipers of the devils are incredibly accurate. They use sniper rifles equipped with small mirrors, and at night, as long as there is a spark the size of a cigarette butt... bang, one shot, and it's all over"

I can understand this very well. Although we only lost one soldier in the recent battle, compared to the casualties on the battlefield during the day, it hardly counts for anything. However, the problem lies in the fact that the enemy could see us and successfully killed one of our soldiers, while we couldn't even catch a glimpse of the enemy, instead firing wildly in a panic. The enemy must be laughing at us from the shadows!

... ...

Mosquito repellent oil? I took this bottle with some confusion. I must admit that I have never heard of mosquito repellent oil, nor have I ever used it

Upon mentioning the scar, the scholars fell silent.

Before I could react, he snatched the cigarette from my hand and smashed it hard onto the ground: "Listen up! No one is allowed to light up or smoke, and no one is allowed to fire their guns. Do you understand?"

Later, I learned that the scholar came from a well-off family; his father was a factory director and his mother was a local government official. He could have secured a stable job in the country through his parents' arrangements, but he chose to risk a falling out with them in order to fight on the battlefield for his country.

The scholar spoke while fumbling in his pocket for a pack of matches, striking several but failing to ignite them.

He called out to a soldier not far away, "Comrade, could you lend me a light?"

Understood

Stop shooting! Stop shooting! The shout came from Scar, who, somewhat exasperated, pressed down on several guns that were still firing. In a few moments, he crawled in front of the corpse before me, took a glance, shook his head, and sighed.

There is a situation

Damn it! The scholar cursed under his breath, muttering softly: "It must have gotten wet during the battle today..."

Indeed, one first sees the head explode before hearing the gunshot. I once heard an old man say that the speed of a bullet is very fast, especially from the enemy's sniper rifles. The speed of the bullet is two to three times that of sound, so when the enemy shoots at you, you often have not yet heard the gunshot before the bullet has already struck your head

At that moment, I realized that sometimes there is a significant gap between ideals and reality, for the sky was overcast with dark clouds, and not a trace of moonlight could be seen. Before me lay an impenetrable darkness, where even the towering trees, over ten meters high, were invisible, let alone finding a person among them

I cannot describe the shock experienced at that moment alongside the scholar. Both of us stood there in a daze, and I had no idea what the scholar was thinking. I only knew that my mind was completely blank, devoid of fear or panic, utterly unable to comprehend or accept such a reality. In retrospect, I must have been stunned by the immense contrast. This feeling was different from being on the battlefield facing the enemy and the artillery; it was a situation for which I was entirely unprepared. Looking back, I must have been stunned by the immense contrast. This feeling was different from being on the battlefield facing the enemy and the artillery; it was a situation for which I was entirely unprepared.

Thinking of this, I said nothing more, loaded a row of bullets into the rifle, and aimed at the empty space before me

As expected by Xiao Shitou, it wasn't long before Liang Lianbing picked up his rifle and left. As he passed by me, he seemed to realize what I was about to do, and with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, he shook his head at me, as if to say that I was overestimating my own abilities

This is my first night in this time and space. Although the battles during the day have left me utterly exhausted, I still find it impossible to sleep in such an environment

When the surroundings fell silent once more, I sensed that the atmosphere had changed somewhat. It is difficult to articulate this feeling; the warriors seemed to be downcast, resembling defeated roosters.

With a cry of "Wow," the scholar beside him burst into tears, almost kneeling as he leaned over the body of the soldier, remorsefully saying: "Comrade, I am sorry! It was all my fault that you suffered. Please wake up..."