Fan Xiaoyu actually has a red cross armband on her arm.
This is how much I want to be finished, so I put this thing on my body.
"Fan Xiaoyu."
Unable to bear it any longer, Zhou Weiguo shouted loudly.
He could tolerate Fan Xiaoyu's willfulness and disobedience, but he would never allow a person to not take his own life seriously.
The battlefield is indeed worthless, but everyone on the battlefield is doing their best to save their lives.
No one ever wants to die, and no one is willing to die.
But Fan Xiaoyu was in front of me.
"Do you want to die? Or do you think the Japanese army's bullets can't hit you? Also, you think that since you are my cousin, Zhou Weiguo, the Japanese army will give you face."
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Zhou Weiguo raised his hand and hit Fan Xiaoyu's helmet firmly.
There was a snapping sound.
Fan Xiaoyu shrank her head slightly.
Suddenly a bullet flew past his head and hit the soil beside him, staining it with dust.
"Squat down." Zhou Weiguo kicked Fan Xiaoyu over, then pulled Xueyi to the side and squatted down.
Next to him, the deputy battalion commander reacted quickly and squatted on the ground.
"Captain, this..." Xueyi glanced at Fan Xiaoyu, who was still covering her stomach; "How could this bullet hit Sister Xiaoyu and not you?"
The deputy battalion commander was not happy when he heard this.
What do you mean? From what Xueyi said, it would be normal for this bullet to hit the group leader.
"Xue Yi, I don't like hearing what you are saying. Our leader is so hateful."
No, no, that’s not what Xueyi meant.
It's just that the direction of the bullet just now was wrong.
Zhou Weiguo stopped the deputy battalion commander's complaints and sneered, pointing at Fan Xiaoyu, who was already sitting obediently next to Zhou Weiguo; "She is so rare."
He made repeated orders, and even asked Liu Yajuan of the health company to mention or even say that every time he went on a mission, battlefield medics must not wear anything that reveals his identity as a medic.
Even medical kits are not allowed to appear.
Because medical soldiers are the most hated.
No side will let medical soldiers go on the battlefield.
This is true for our own side, and so is the Japanese army.
The Japanese army dared to wear it because the troops here couldn't hit them. But their marksmanship can hit your medical soldiers on the front line.
The medical soldiers on the front lines in movies and TV shows are not only neatly dressed, but also wear armbands, and are wearing medical bags and talking blindly everywhere. This is all fake.
Only people who don't want to live would do this, otherwise the Japanese army will be the first to find you.
And it just so happens that Fan Xiaoyu is the kind of person who despises longevity and doesn't want to live anymore.
"Keep playing, and you will see if the Japanese army will hit you on the head." Zhou Weiguo said sarcastically to Fan Xiaoyu.
Fan Xiaoyu was also stunned by the shot. The bullet had just hit her helmet.
The bullet made a pop sound. If his cousin-in-law hadn't slapped him just now, he would probably have been shot through his head by now.
"Brother-in-law, I, I was wrong." Fan Xiaoyu's tearful look made Zhou Weiguo snort; "Why don't you take off all the things that can prove you are a medical soldier? I want to get shot. You said that if you
How can I explain to your sister if she dies?"
Fan Xiaoyu then hurriedly took off the things in his hands and put them aside.
"Captain, how could the enemy be so accurate?" The position was two hundred meters away. How could the Japanese army be so accurate?
The shot just now was obviously aimed at Fan Xiaoyu.
Xueyi asked in a lowered voice from the side.
"Don't move. Don't raise your head. This is a Japanese sharpshooter. If you dare to raise your head, you will die." Zhou Weiguo estimated that the opponent was a sharpshooter.
After fighting for so long, this was the first time he encountered a sharpshooter.
"What is a sharpshooter?" Xueyi was a little confused. Fan Xiaoyu was also a little confused.
What is a marksman?
This is the soldier between the sniper and the ordinary soldier.
His marksmanship is good, but he is not a professional sniper.
Professional snipers will not shoot medics.
Because the medical soldier is powerful, he is always a medical soldier and cannot direct the deployment of the entire army.
When Japanese snipers want to hit, they hit officers.
Because of the problem of troop composition.
Maybe on the Japanese side, if the commander of the regiment was killed, the chief of staff would take over. If the chief of staff died, the commander below would take over.
Even if you kill the group leader, squadron leader or even squad leader, his veterans can still take over the command.
Not here, as long as you kill the officers here, the entire army will be able to rest.
Because you can't command, the soldiers may not listen to you. Or you are confused and don't know what to do next.
"Don't you believe it?" Zhou Weiguo saw the disbelief in the eyes of Xueyi and Fan Xiaoyu.
He thought for a moment and took off the bayonet on his waist from the body lying in the trench beside him. He took off the helmet on his head and slowly stretched it out.
Just extended it halfway.
With a bang, a hole was punched directly into the helmet.
Zhou Weiguo's hands were also slightly numb from the shock.
"Believe it or not." Zhou Weiguo dropped the bayonet, dragged the rifle over from the side and loaded the bullet.
"What a fool, you are indeed a novice. If you were a novice, you would never stand still and fire more than two shots."
Zhou Weiguo looked at the deputy battalion commander. "Twenty meters ahead, use the method you are currently using to find a helmet and stick it out in the direction of eleven o'clock."
The deputy battalion commander bent down and walked forward.
Zhou Weiguo loaded the bullet and sneered: "One call to identify the shape, two calls to locate, and three calls to seek death. I will let you newbies know what three shots are to locate."
He took the rifle over and looked left and right. Finally, he found the only machine gunner position nearly 20 meters to his right and aimed in the eleven o'clock direction.
With the two shots just now, he could just hear the opponent's location, but he couldn't tell what area it was in. He could only wait for the deputy battalion commander to lure the opponent, fire one shot, and then kill him with one shot.
them.
"Lieutenant, should we evacuate?" In the grass two hundred and twenty meters away, the observer put down the telescope and turned to ask a lieutenant next to him.
The lieutenant's name is Konoe Jiro. He graduated from the Special Archery Department of the Military Academy. His brother is Konoe Ichiro. He studied with Zhou Weiguo, but at that time, Zhou Weiguo was not outstanding, and they were in different classes, so they were not familiar with each other.
But Konoe Ichiro's fellow countryman and his best friend Hashimoto Ichiro were all killed by Zhou Weiguo.
But this incident was ultimately determined to be that he fell into the water after drinking.
Zhou Weiguo knew Ichiro Konoe, but Ichiro Konoe did not know Zhou Weiguo, or in other words, he did not bother to know Zhou Weiguo.
"I know what I am doing, do your part well." Konoe Jiro said coldly.
But when he thought that this was his own observation hand after all, saying this would cause errors in coordination, he calmed down and asked with a faint smile: "I want to ask you a question."
