Wang Fugui is a squad leader of the Thirteenth Division of the Northwest Army. He is thirty-four years old and has been fighting with Marshal Feng for twelve years. Because of his cautious character and seeking not to achieve merit but to save his life, he only managed to become a squad leader after serving in the army for many years. But as a veteran, he has developed excellent life-saving skills on the battlefield. When you hear the sound of gunfire and artillery, you know how to hide and hide. I have my own experience in driving away evil and avoiding disasters. The battalion commander and company commander sometimes had to consult him, so he was considered the number one figure in the battalion.
Wang Fugui hasn't been feeling very good recently. Since the Northwest Army launched its offensive, a group of sharpshooters appeared on the opposite side of the Eastern Front. The gun was extremely accurate and concealed. During the chaotic battle, they had no idea which direction the bullets were coming from. They saw the officers on their side fall one after another.
Wang Fugui estimated based on experience that these sharpshooters fired from at least two hundred meters away. Now the superiors are afraid to come to the front line to command. Two days ago, they heard that the deputy commander of the adjacent 23rd Division was shot 400 meters away. Killed with one shot.
Four hundred meters was no longer safe, and now the entire Eastern Front was in panic. The front-line officers were all in danger and called this group of people ghost gunmen.
Fortunately, these ghosts only attack the commanders and heavy machine gunners, not the soldiers. Now, even if those machine gunners are forced by their superiors to take up heavy machine gun positions, as soon as the superiors leave, the machine gunners will immediately retreat to the trenches and squat, and fight whoever wants to fight.
On this day, the most memorable event in Wang Fugui's life happened.
Wang Fugui's eyelids were twitching as he was led into the battalion headquarters by the orderly soldiers. When he heard the order issued by the battalion commander, a chill ran down his head to his feet. What? Go to the woods to the east to search and eliminate ghost gunmen?
Wang Fugui knew that there was a forest to the east between the two sides' positions. No one dared to send large troops to occupy it because the target was too obvious and could easily be covered by the opponent's artillery fire. Now that the superiors were sure that there must be ghost gunmen there, they decided to fight the elite against the elite and send a small force into the woods to eliminate or expel the ghost gunmen.
"Brother Fugui, I really have no choice this time. Each battalion must send people, and those who must serve as soldiers for more than five years will be personally led by the commander of the guard company of the headquarters, that is, Li Tielong from the Double Gun Town in Guanxi.
Our battalion relies on your life-saving skills. If you send others there, they may not be able to come back. Brother, I promise you that as long as you can come back, I won’t keep a penny of the thirty dollars from you, I will give it all to you. "The battalion commander said to Wang Fugui sincerely.
Wang Fugui scolded his mother in his heart: "You know that you will have a near-death relationship with me, so why bother sending me money? Money can only be spent if you have a life. If you don't have a life, you can use your money to have more eggs."
You may be scolded, but the order must be carried out! Although the battalion commander is being polite to you now, if you dare to say not to try, not one or two deserters will be shot at his hands.
At night, thirty people gathered in the front trenches, all veterans selected from each battalion and company. They were listening to a bald man's lecture: "They are all born from their mother's womb. Don't scare yourself. What kind of machine ghost, one shot can still make a hole. It has been determined that there is only one gun going off, two people at most. Can't we deal with thirty men?
Today you have eaten meat, drank wine, and carried the ocean in your pockets, so don’t let me get in the way. Let's go in tonight, can they still see? Tomorrow morning, if they don't fire, we won't move either. As long as he dares to shoot, we will pounce directly on him, no matter what ghost he is, all of them will be destroyed. "
Wang Fugui knew that this bald man was Li Tielong, the company commander of the headquarters security company. He was an expert on the rifles in his left and right hands. He could hit any target within fifty steps. He also had good martial arts skills and was able to fight with two guns to suppress Kansai in the army. name.
But Wang Fugui was not optimistic about this operation at all, not least because his eyelids kept twitching. Wang Fugui believed in his intuition very much. Relying on this, he had never been scratched in his more than ten years in the army. But today is different, even my legs are shaking slightly, which is not a good sign!
Taking advantage of the darkness before dawn, thirty elite veterans quietly sneaked into the woods...
Wang Fugui crouched, and there was silence in his ears, except for the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze.
He probed forward gently step by step. He didn't know why he did this. He just relied on his intuition and didn't even care about the contemptuous look in the eyes of the veteran next to him. He was careful to use the Wannian Ship! His instinct told him that this woods was not a safe place.
Suddenly, a "swish" sound came, followed by a scream, and not far away, a veteran was suddenly knocked upright by a crooked tree and hung upside down in the air.
"There's a trap!" "Exposed!" Everyone's hearts went cold. They all lay on the ground, watching the hanging figure swaying and struggling in the air.
A soft cry of "help" came, but no one dared to move. Who dares to save him?
No one wanted the hanged man to make any more noise, and they were so anxious that they broke out in cold sweat. But unfortunately, the whispers of "help" turned into screams and screams, and finally... "Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the woods finally fell silent again, except for the black figure who was killed in the air. , still dangling in front of everyone's eyes, extremely terrifying and frightening.
Wang Fugui pressed his face tightly to the ground, trying not to look at the hanging figure who was beaten to death by Double Gun Guanxi. His back was soaked with cold sweat, and his eyelids were so twitching that even his face was twitching.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a minute, maybe half an hour, before Wang Fugui finally raised his head. There was still silence all around, except for the sound of the wind, no, there was something that made a hissing sound that came crashing down from nowhere, one, two, three...
"Handgun!" someone shouted, and a series of violent explosions covered up the shouts and screams. Wang Fugui pressed his face tightly to the ground again, regardless of the explosions around him, no matter if someone jumped up and was killed, or screamed when he was caught in a trap, no matter if someone screamed and shot around wildly, no matter which direction the shot was coming from. Enemies...or own people...
The pistols thrown in the darkness kept exploding, and nothing could be seen. Everyone was confused, frightened, and wanted to escape back, out of the woods, out of this darkness full of the shadow of death.
Everyone who stood up was dead. Wang Fugui heard a low "Puff! Puff!" sound mixed with the explosion. Every time it rang, there was the sound of someone falling to the ground. He remained motionless, his heart almost jumping out of his mouth, but his instinct told him not to move.
He knew it was a gunshot, but he didn't know why there was such a light gunshot. It was as light as the shy murmur of the girl from the next village during his first tryst.
The gun finally stopped exploding, and the woods fell silent again. Only the injured people in the distance were screaming and wailing. These shrill sounds drifted in the wind, louder and softer, like ghosts calling. Wang Fugui, who was trembling all over but still lying on the ground, was getting closer to the edge of mental collapse. He could no longer feel his breathing, but he still insisted on lying down, even if he died of suffocation.
