Chapter 8
Thus, the last remnants of suspicion he had towards me completely dissipated, and then he collapsed to the side, panting heavily as if he had fallen apart.
If he does not die, then only I will die
Why is he still not dead? Why has he not died yet? How is it possible that he is still alive?
Just consider that I have no organization or discipline, anyway I just won't pay
In fact, I didn't do much; I just took the opportunity to bind his only movable right hand while dressing his wounds. Damn it, this guy is not to be underestimated. Even with only one hand capable of movement, I wouldn't dare to confront him head-on easily. Better to be cautious than to risk everything
Do you know why we need a group of people risking their lives to seize this gun? Five comrades have already sacrificed their lives for this
"Lower your voice!" said the Viet Cong sniper. "Stay hidden, and once the enemy leaves, we will crawl back along the waterway... Hmm, what are you doing?"
"Our guns..." The rifleman took the cigarette handed over by Scar, lit it, and said: "Hitting a target at 400 meters with a 56 rifle is already impressive, but what about the enemy's guns? They can easily hit targets at 700 or 800 meters. We are at a disadvantage because our weapons are inferior. Sometimes, an entire company is suppressed and unable to fight back by just one enemy soldier. Isn't that frustrating?"
Upon hearing this, I fell silent. My attention had been focused on this gun all along, and only now did I realize that during the brief time we had stepped out, five of our soldiers had already sacrificed their lives.
Comrade! I continued in fluent Vietnamese: "I am a militia member who has infiltrated the enemy forces. My surname is Nguyen, and I live in Sapa"
Comrade! The Vietnamese sniper looked at me in a daze and weakly asked, "Do you have a first aid kit? I need to bandage up!"
One of my fellow townsmen, also a comrade-in-arms, said with a bitter smile: "He died at the hands of a sharpshooter from the Vietnamese devils. It's not that his marksmanship was inferior to that of the enemy, but he had to run within three hundred meters to get to them. But at three hundred meters... how many shots can the enemy fire? He... he was unwilling to accept it. Even as he was dying, he held my hand tightly, urging me to avenge him..." He continued with a bitter smile: "He died at the hands of a sharpshooter from the Vietnamese devils. It's not that his marksmanship was inferior to that of the enemy, but he had to run within three hundred meters to get to them. But at three hundred meters... how many shots can the enemy fire? He... he was unwilling to accept it. Even as he was dying, he held my hand tightly, urging me to avenge him... He never mentioned his newborn child or his wife who was still in confinement; all he wanted was for me to take revenge, revenge!"
What? As soon as I heard this, I stood up abruptly and said: "Why should I? It was I who shot the enemy sniper, and the gun was also taken by me. Why should I turn it in?"
You... now have no way to deal with the scar.
You probably don't know this! I chuckled and pointed to the wound on his left shoulder, saying: "This shot was fired by me! My marksmanship is poor; out of ten bullets, I only hit one, so I hope you won't laugh at me!"
To be honest, I was truly frightened by him. I never expected that a person could reach such a state and still possess fighting spirit. Can this still be called humanity? It is simply akin to a beast.
At this moment, I couldn't help but think of the old man. Wasn't he the one whose eyes were blown out yet still charged forward? It seems that only the old man could be compared to this guy in front of me. ... At this point, I seemed to understand the old man's actions a bit; this era truly needs people like him
Comrade Yang Xuefeng! The scar-faced man handed me a cigarette and said meaningfully: "In these recent battles... you have performed very well, which is commendable, especially in dealing with the enemy snipers; you have shown great courage and successfully captured the enemy sniper, achieving significant merit. However..."
"Class leader!" After a moment of silence, I said with some confusion, "Didn’t we say... we would take revenge? Isn’t it unreasonable to hand over the gun then? You are skilled with a gun, so why not let you use it!"
Yang Xuefeng
"Hmm, what's wrong?" I asked, while fiddling with the sniper rifle in my hands, looking at Scar with confusion. Judging by his expression, it was clear that this visit was unlikely to be a good thing.
Do you know the consequences of having a poor-quality gun?" the rifle asked again
You! Scarface was so furious that he was blowing his beard and glaring. After pacing a few steps in front of me, he said in exasperation: "To be honest with you! Our mission this time is for this gun. Do you know how many people our unit sacrificed for this gun, https://www.hetushu.com.com? Five, five living lives, Comrade Yang Xuefeng! It can be said that this gun was exchanged for the lives and blood of our comrades. How can you shamelessly claim it as your own? Aren't you ashamed?"
The other party remained still, seemingly in thought, or perhaps trying to find flaws in my words
... ...
Comrade Yang Xuefeng, it is like this! Scarface interjected: "The reason we are willing to risk five lives to seize this gun is that our superiors want to take it back for research. Do you know what research means? It means that by taking back just one, they can produce a hundred or a thousand more!"
Scarface ran over with a skip, and upon seeing it, he laughed: "Damn it, you really did it! In just a little while, you've captured a prisoner, and it's even a Japanese sharpshooter!"
Squad Leader! I interrupted Scar's words and said: "There is a saying that good steel should be used on the blade. I am confident in using this gun well, so why not just assign this gun to me?"
Alright, alright! Upon hearing this, I understood that this gun was definitely beyond saving. Whether it was for the greater good of the nation or the bond of comradeship, this gun did not belong to me. So, I simply pushed the gun towards the scarred hand and said, "Then if I capture another one next time..."
Looking at the bloodstains all over his body and his pale face, I can hardly imagine how he survived, let alone how he managed to erase the blood traces behind him and crawl all the way here.
Scar slapped his chest, making a "bang bang" sound: "Next time you hand over a weapon, I will personally allocate it to you!"
As expected, this guy, seeing that I hadn't provided the complete address, continued to ask: "Where do you live in Sabah?"
I did not know when the cannon fire ceased, but I heard a few calls from my comrades above. I quickly responded, "I am here! I have captured a prisoner!"
"Oh!" The Viet Cong sniper was momentarily taken aback, glanced at the gun on my back, and then let out a bitter laugh: "I never expected that I, Yong Changming, would die at your hands, that I would lose to a gun like yours... I..."
In fact, I am well aware of the principles that Scar is talking about, but I do not care about individualism or egoism; I only want this gun
"It is known!" Scar exhaled a puff of smoke and continued, "The Japanese are quite clever; they know we lack good guns. So even if a sharpshooter is injured on the battlefield, before being captured, they will smash or destroy their weapon. That is why we have not been able to seize a single one of these guns until now. This is the first time you have captured one; the higher-ups will be very pleased to hear this. Who knows if you will even turn it in..."
I responded with a sound of acknowledgment and casually took out the first aid kit to begin bandaging his left shoulder
To be honest, I do not care about this so-called sniper; although his ferocity does instill a bit of fear in me, I also understand that after sustaining such severe injuries, even if he survives, he will merely be a toothless tiger from now on
Suddenly, he stood up as if he was going to confront me, but those two broken legs would not obey him at all, and after a brief shake, he fell into the water and lost consciousness.
Comrade Yang Xuefeng! Scarface said with emphasis: "You must understand that we are a revolutionary team, an organized and disciplined army. If everyone were like you, claiming that whatever weapons they seize belong to them, wouldn't that lead to chaos? Wouldn't we then become bandits engaging in robbery?"
Comrade! At this moment, the rifle walked up, sat heavily in front of me, then raised the gun in its hand towards me and said: "In the company, if I claim to be second in marksmanship, no one would dare claim to be first. But I still have to use this Type 56. Do you know why?"
Isn't it obvious? This is a question that even a fool could answer
I turned around and saw, damn, it was a tragic sight... This guy had been shot in the left shoulder, and I presumed it was my shot. Both of his legs were broken, hanging like two snapped wooden sticks from his thighs, and I could even see a piece of bone protruding from his left leg. This must have happened when he fell from the tree; why climb so high for no reason?
However, I consider myself quite skilled at lying and storytelling. Back in modern times, I successfully convinced several girls that I was still a virgin
Comrade Yang Xuefeng! When I returned to the camp, Scar sat hesitantly in front of me.
At this moment, I can only blame my bad luck. Why did I have to run into this small creek to meet my demise? I truly am foolish. I know this creek is the best hiding spot, and of course, the enemy snipers know it too. How could I have been so careless! ... If it were just an ordinary day, I could let it slide, but this is a battlefield. One moment of inattention could cost me my life, and I won't have a second chance...
This has left me at a loss for words; I have only been in this world for one day, how could I possibly know what the consequences are
Oh! Now that Scar has mentioned it, I understand. It turns out that imitation is the goal. I believe this, as our country is famously known as a hub for counterfeiting, isn't it? Anything that passes through our hands can be transformed into a knockoff with just a few tweaks.
After a considerable amount of time, I mustered the courage to step forward and deliver a hard kick to his abdomen. Only then did I dare to pull him out of the water. Upon checking his mouth and nose, to my astonishment, he was still breathing; this life is indeed tenacious
This is a digression. The reason why the Vietnamese soldiers could not find my flaws at that time was that I had preemptively blocked any potential errors. You see? The militia represents those without a unit number, and the Nguyen surname is one of the most common in Vietnam. As for living in Sapa... This is where my brilliance lies
I fell silent, for although I had only been a soldier for one day, I could imagine the feeling of being pinned down by a sniper from the enemy, unable to advance or suffering heavy casualties. At that moment, one would likely feel as if the entire company had lost the will to live.
Perhaps some may wonder why I speak Vietnamese... This is a long story. My father joined the army early on, during the period of aiding Vietnam against the Americans, when China and Vietnam were still comrades and brothers. He served as an artillery reinforcement in Vietnam, and during this time, he "seduced" a respectable Vietnamese woman, who later became my mother
All along, I have adopted an attitude of avoidance towards this battlefield. However, after handling this gun, I suddenly felt a desire and impulse to practice on the battlefield.
I cast a glance at that sniper rifle, filled with reluctance, thinking that I would never see it again. However, to my surprise, this rifle not only stayed with me but also accompanied me throughout the entire war.
I said, Comrade Yang Xuefeng! The scar-faced man seemed less opposed to me, and his tone softened: "You must understand that every battle and every achievement is the result of the collective effort of all the soldiers. Just think, if it had been you alone going up just now, could you have captured a prisoner and seized this gun? Individualism and selfishness are unacceptable..." His tone softened again: "You must understand that every battle and every achievement is the result of the collective effort of all the soldiers. Just think, if it had been you alone going up just now, could you have captured a prisoner and seized this gun? Individualism and selfishness are unacceptable..."
I truly do not want to let go, but I feel that things have come to this point. If I continue to hold on, it would not be considerate.
No. 36, Gengwan Street! Without a second thought, I replied. In my heart, I calculated that this is my mother's address; she has repeated it countless times, how could I possibly forget it?
"Don't shoot!" At that moment, whether it was a stroke of genius or something else, I suddenly blurted out a phrase in perfect Vietnamese: "We're on the same side!"
What I care about is his gun—its exceptionally long barrel, the intricately designed stock, and the addition of a scope... Immediately, it captured my attention and all my focus... I held the gun tightly in my arms, unable to put it down as I turned it over and over; it felt like when I was listlessly playing an online game, only to suddenly come across a legendary item... I held the gun tightly in my arms, unable to put it down as I turned it over and over; it felt like when I was listlessly playing an online game, only to suddenly come across a legendary item...
I shook my head; in fact, this has been something I have always wondered about in my heart
This, however, proves that my thoughts were not wrong; it is indeed not a good thing
However, Scar paused for a moment and then continued, "You must surrender this gun!"
Past experiences in courting have taught me that in order to gain someone else's trust, one must first disclose their own identity. Moreover, revealing this information in advance has an additional benefit: it allows you to express what you wish to say. When the other party eventually asks questions, they often inquire about matters you may not be able to answer, especially in the current context
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