Chapter 73 Chapter 73

The old man drove the mountain of white sheep to bleat and bleat, and the child who had been lurking for a long time was completely exposed, and his whole body was ugly like a sparrow that had not shed its feathers after being eaten by the flock of sheep. No no no no.As soon as the flock passed the bare hill, he was exposed.Then he giggled, white teeth showing on his camouflage face.We all felt like a comedy when we watched it, and we couldn't straighten our backs from laughing—what kind of temper do you have, sheep?The Dog Head High School team couldn't get angry, and they were happy there, but the grandson was pretending to be unhappy, which made his face half-smiling and ugly-this dog day has always been like this.Later, when I was discharged from the army, I watched Stephen Chow's movie and thought, he didn't ask me to write a book, otherwise I would use this, and definitely go along with his way.I can guarantee that everyone will laugh out loud at the cinema.

When it comes to sniper training, I have to mention one person, our sniper instructor.This is a ruthless character who has really killed people, from Guangxi, I forgot what it is called.He is a major and a soldier of the brigade captain, a sniper of the reconnaissance brigade, and a first-class hero.I am not familiar with this person, because I have learned common subjects for a while, and I have practiced with him for a long time. What about my first impression of a real sniper?It seems that he is also a minority. The first time I saw him, I didn’t think he was particularly conspicuous. He was thin and thin, wearing a camouflage short-sleeved shirt with "Chinese Army Special Forces" and a dog head logo printed on it, and dark blue trousers issued by the army. (We all wear this when we take a shower. This kind of short-sleeved shirt with printed words and logos like punching is not available anywhere else. It seems very rare. The ones are all in white letters and white patterns, and the ugly ones are not good. Once I posted them and opened them for a look, if there was one without printing, everyone would grab it. I thought the good-looking ones were not good-everything is rare and expensive. ), dragged the board with a washbasin and flickered into the bathroom.By the way, there is a towel on the shoulder - can you tell that it is a sniper who has killed people?His eyes are yellowish, not serious black, and his hair is not much, rather sparse, but it is not the short cut that we have, which is similar to a bald head, but parted, but it is also yellow. He can stay separate.

Our brother was taking a bath in the bathroom, but no one noticed when he came in. They all thought he was a technical cadre of a maintenance station or simply a military worker, the kind who repaired guns or special equipment.When he took off his clothes and came in, we were all dumbfounded. The tendons all over his body are not like Rimbaud, but Asian, similar to Bruce Lee's lean meat. And then there were little scars, gunshot wounds, burns, scalds, and what else I can't remember. He didn't speak, even when he took a bath, he didn't look at us soldiers. Later I found out that he didn't talk to anyone in particular.

We were all dumbfounded, and we all knew that these scars were stories full of blood and tears. But what about his eyes?What can you tell? null. Empty, no murderous look, no kindness. That's it, lukewarm. They didn't even look at us, they washed very quickly, and left without saying a word, and when they put on the clothes, they dragged away again. We were all stunned in the bathroom, not knowing what role this was. Later, he learned sniper tactics. He gave the lecture, but he still didn't talk much. When he spoke, he spoke Mandarin in Guangxi.It is difficult to understand, but none of us brothers dare to ask him more.His eyes are not fierce, but there is nothing there. After the instruction is over, you can experience it yourself, and then guide again; in the tactics class, I will tell you how to arrange the sniper's position and choose the route, etc., and I will not talk about the first part. The second time, but none of the brothers dared to ask questions—it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand, he will explain it to you again in practice, and he is not in a hurry. It doesn’t matter if he repeats it several times. speak slowly.

His habit is that when our brothers are practicing, they sit on the top of the mountain and squint their eyes to look into the distance. Later we found out that he was looking at human heads at different distances in different directions. He was visually measuring the distance, calculating the wind speed, and calculating how to hit the head with one shot. We all broke out in a cold sweat. The only time he laughed was because he watched an American movie called "Double Snipers", which was about snipers.We don't know what he laughed at, but he really just smiled and didn't make any comments - our army collects a lot of movies like Laomei and shows them to us - we all think it's better than watching scouts. Domestic movies are good.Later, when I learned some ideas, I really used these as movies for entertainment, and there were no real experts who made them, and they were all amateurs.

The only time he cursed was when he read an Israeli sniper training material translated in China.It is said that Israeli snipers beat scarecrows during training, and put a tomato sauce bottle on the scarecrow's head, which turns red as soon as they are hit. It is said that it is to cultivate the psychology of snipers not to be afraid of blood. He just smiled, just lightly: "Nonsense." A light sentence. He still asked us to hit targets, which were all kinds of small steel targets with different distances. Later, the only time he ever said a superfluous thing to me was: "The head of a person hundreds of meters away looks like a small dot in the scope. If you shoot it, it will fall down. Can you see blood?"

That demeanor seemed to be reminiscing about something. I got a cold head. There is a feeling of being spied on by a scope-the grandson who gave birth to a son really did this thing during lurking training, and used a scope to aim at our brothers to play.Later, he also developed the habit of squinting and sitting somewhere to look at people's heads. It was difficult to speak at first, and it was even more difficult to speak—even his eyes became more and more like that instructor. ——I knew what professional habits were at that time, as if I just wanted to kick the door and get in if I had nothing to do.The professional habit of snipers is to aim at people's heads for nothing.

The sniper instructor was still the same, every day after exercises he would wear a camouflage short-sleeved shirt and blue shorts to take a shower, and he didn’t say anything when he saw us, we just nodded and didn’t return the salute. He just came and went in the compound like this, ignoring anyone who saw him, even the captain said a few more words, but he didn't salute. The captain was not angry, nor did he say anything to him. He will go by himself. Except for his lectures, he never wears the special camouflage or armbands that the Kobouti brigade is proud of. It is the uniform of an officer. Most of the time he is seen taking a bath with a washbasin, short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and he washes it every day.

Later we learned that he was the well-known "Number One Killer on a Mountain" named by the Central Military Commission, the only combat hero named after such a martial arts novel.I really can’t remember the name, but his record is 151 bullets, 150 and a half enemies—the half was hit on the head, he didn’t die, he was in a vegetable state when he returned. Never married. Alone, just like this coming and going in the compound, no smile, no anger, no hurry. By the way, his habit is to just play around with people's heads. Do you know what is the destruction of human nature by war?

I knew it when I was 18.