AWB Chapter 661 Life and Death Sniper
Chapter 661 Life and Death Sniper
With a burst of fierce gunfire, the bloody battle between Wei Lai and the Vietnamese army officially began. Wei Lai was carrying a Type 81 assault rifle, six magazines, some loose bullets, a pistol, bullets, and grenades.
In total, there were 600 rounds of ammunition, not counting some grenades! Wei Lai was ready to deal with the Vietnamese army for a few days.
As the gunshots faded away, the weeds in a hidden location suddenly moved.
"Captain, have all the Vietnamese troops followed the chief of staff?" He Weidong asked in a low voice.
"They have gone too far. We need to act quickly and return to the country as soon as possible to find a way to support the Chief of Staff!" He Zhijun said with a worried look on his face.
He knew that if something happened to the Chief of Staff this time, he and others would feel guilty for the rest of their lives!
"Zhijun, you don't even have a wife, and I already have a son! You're not as strong as me in combat, and you don't have any offspring. What are you fighting for? Also, after you go back, if I don't get back in two days, you'll have the captain call my dad! Have my dad come and save me! Remember? If you remember, then follow the order!"
This was the last thing the chief of staff said to him. Although he didn't know why the chief of staff wanted his father to rescue him, He Zhijun still planned to let the captain make this call after returning to China. After all, the sooner he showed up, the sooner he would be safe!
Zhao Wei came here, rushing through the jungle at full speed. He couldn't really fight a battle with thousands of people face to face. He was only human, not a god.
Therefore, he had to keep a distance from the pursuers, dragging the enemy around in circles in the jungle while killing as many enemies as possible. Only in this way could he effectively mobilize the enemy and allow He Zhijun and his men to retreat safely back to the country.
Gunshots would ring out from time to time in the future, and whenever a gunshot sounded, an enemy would fall to the ground. However, Wei Lai did not specifically pursue headshots, but instead tried to hit the torso.
On the one hand, the area here is large, making it easier to hit. On the other hand, he hopes to reduce the number of pursuers behind him by using the wounded to support two or one to support one.
Moreover, Wei Lai also took the time to set up some booby traps, which could cause considerable casualties to the pursuing Vietnamese army, forcing the Vietnamese army to invest more manpower to rescue the wounded.
"Are you all idiots? Why haven't so many of you caught those who attacked our heavy artillery battalion?" The Chief of Staff of the Second Vietnamese Army was furious at his men.
Their entire Second Army has now sent out a regiment of troops to cooperate with part of the public security forces and militia to pursue these enemies.
But in just one day, they suffered nearly a hundred casualties. Although most of them were able to be treated, many people were disabled even after recovering from their injuries. Those whose internal organs were pierced were seriously injured if not dead.
"Chief of Staff, the enemy this time is too powerful. We can't see where the enemy is at all. Most of the ones we see are dead, and those who are close to them are injured and need rescue. We have no way to deal with it!" The regimental commander answered while wiping his sweat.
What they did was indeed a bit shameful, but there was nothing they could do because their fighting power was not as strong as theirs!
"Chief of Staff, this enemy reminds me of someone!" Another regimental commander said, stroking his mustache and shaking his head.
"Who? If you have something to say, say it quickly. Now is not the time for you to imitate Zhuge Liang!" said the chief of staff.
"I wonder if the Chief of Staff has heard of the jungle ghost that appeared when we were fighting fiercely with the northern continent?" The regimental commander pulled his beard awkwardly, then said seriously.
"You mean that guy is back again?" The Chief of Staff had certainly heard of that jungle ghost. He killed so many of them, but no one alive had ever seen what he looked like! Until the end of the war.
But later I heard that after that guy returned to his country, he was never seen on the battlefield again. Maybe he was transferred away, but could he be transferred back now?
"Yes, Chief of Staff, I think that guy might be back! Because some of this enemy's tactics are so similar to that ghost! We have to suspect that he is back!" The regiment commander said worriedly.
"Then who among us can deal with that ghost? Who remembers how we defeated him?" The chief of staff turned around and asked.
"Chief of Staff, he returned home on his own. We didn't defeat him at all!" said the regimental commander with a somewhat grim expression.
The ghost they were discussing was on his way to CCTV with his son.
"Wei Yu, have you made up your mind? Do you really want to participate in this TV series?" Zhao Cheng asked.
When he told his family the news, neither Tian Dan nor he expressed his opinion. They wanted to see their child's own choice.
"I've made up my mind, Dad!" Wei Yu said with a firm look in his eyes. Although he was only 16 years old and in his first year of high school, he had his own plans in mind.
"In that case, let me give you an idea!" Zhao Cheng thought that except for You Erjie who went far away and had a relatively good result, all the other actors in the original play had some contact with metaphysics.
"I've inquired about it. This crew is still in the casting stage. After the casting is completed, they will start a two to three-year training before filming can begin. You can participate in their training during this period, but don't relax your cultural studies. You can apply for the Military Art Academy during the college entrance examination! I hope such a place can deter some things!" Zhao Cheng said, rubbing his eyebrows.
"Does it have to be the PLA Art Academy? Are the Central Academy of Drama and the Beijing Film Academy not good enough?" Wei Yu asked.
Zhao Cheng looked at his son in surprise. It seemed that this boy must have had a plan in advance.
"No, it can only be the PLA Art Academy. Neither the Central Academy of Drama nor the Beijing Film Academy can handle it! There is no room for negotiation on this matter, do you understand?" Zhao Cheng said.
"I know, Dad!" Wei Yu said a little disappointedly. In fact, he just didn't want to bring a military background. As a group of sons, they basically lived under the shadow of their fathers. He originally thought that he could resist and apply for the Central Academy of Drama when he took the college entrance examination.
But I didn't expect that my father would reject it. But let it be the Military Art Academy. After all, he agreed to let me take the art exam. It seems that my father is not senile yet.
Of course, Zhao Cheng didn't know what his son was thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care. The reason why he asked Wei Yu to take the military art exam was that he didn't want his son to lose his son in middle age and live a lonely life like Jia Baoyu.
"Also, acting is acting. You can play Jia Baoyu when you put on the costume, but you are still Zhao Weiyu when you take it off. Remember? Especially since there are many girls in this crew, there must be some excellent ones. You must think carefully. You are just playing Jia Baoyu, you are not Jia Baoyu! Do you understand?" Zhao Cheng said earnestly.