"Roar!"
Under the gloomy sky, the Japanese planes covered in ointment flew out of the clouds. With the roar of the engines, they swooped down toward the Chinese garrison.
"Da da! Da da!"
The machine guns of the Japanese planes spewed out tongues of fire, and a series of bullets as thick as corn stalks poured down.
Wherever the trajectory passed, smoke and dust rose, and blood mist filled the air. Many Chinese soldiers who could not dodge in time were instantly shot into a sieve.
"Rumble! Rumble! Boom!"
After one of the Japanese planes swooped down and pulled up, another Japanese plane swooped down and dropped heavy bombs one after another.
In the deafening explosion, countless sandbags and broken limbs flew into the air, and the entire camp was enveloped in smoke and fire.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
In the smoke-filled battlefield, Zhao Ting coughed violently. The smoke mixed with the smell of sulfur drilled into his lungs, making him feel suffocated.
"The devils are coming. Those who are still alive, get up!”
"Prepare for battle! The Japanese are coming!"
Before Zhao Ting could figure out what was going on, a square-faced officer with a blackened face pulled him up.
"Zhao Ting, the Japanese are coming. Don't f * cking lie here and pretend to be dead. Bring your men and prepare for battle!”
The square-faced officer roared into Zhao Ting's ear at close range, then left him behind and rushed into the smoke to continue shouting.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Scorching bullets flew through the black smoke and passed by Zhao Ting, causing the dirt behind him to fly.
"Platoon leader, the Japanese are coming!"
A thin old man dragged Zhao Ting, who was looking around in confusion, into a crater. He pointed at the Japanese soldier who was holding a bayonet in the distance and lunging at him.
Zhao Ting was just a military enthusiast. He remembered that he had fallen down the stairs after visiting the military museum in Shanghai and fainted.
Who would have thought that he would wake up in such a battlefield with the sound of cannons and gunfire?
Zhao Ting pinched his arm with all his might. He suddenly realized that it hurt. This was not a movie or a dream at all. This was a real scene.
'Damn it, what's going on? How did I end up in such a place?' Zhao Ting was a little flustered. Bullets whizzed past his head. It would be a lie if he wasn't afraid.
"Congratulations to the host for being reborn in the 26th year of the Republic of China.”
"The war system is automatically binding…" 1%... 10%-90% binding complete."
"The war system is loading the memory of the fallen Second Lieutenant Zhao Ting's body.”
"The War System Shop is being activated.”
"The frontline system novice gift bag has been opened. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the beginner godly sniper skill.”
"The war system manual has been loaded into the host's memory.”
......
Just as Zhao Ting was dumbfounded, a series of electronic voices sounded in his mind.
After being stunned for about half a minute, Zhao Ting finally reacted. He had transmigrated and obtained a war system that was commonly seen in novels.
This body of his was the Second Lieutenant Platoon Leader of the 301st Regiment of the 51st Division of the 74th Army of the Revolutionary Army. He had the same name as before he transmigrated. He was from Zhejiang and graduated from Huangpu.
Right now, the 301st Regiment that he was in was guarding a position outside Luo Town, and the Japanese were attacking.
After spending another half a minute reading his memories, Zhao Ting finally understood the ins and outs of the war system. After figuring out his identity and environment, Zhao Ting revealed a bitter smile.
"Platoon leader, platoon leader, are you okay? Did you get your head blown up just now?”
Seeing that Zhao Ting was still smiling at this moment, the skinny old man beside him hurriedly patted Zhao Ting's head and asked with concern.
Zhao Ting already knew that this skinny old man's surname was Wang. Everyone called him Old Wang. Seeing that he was concerned about him, he felt a warm feeling in his heart.
"Old Wang, I'm fine."
Zhao Ting patted the dirt off his body. As he spoke, he pulled out a 79 rifle from the dirt and into his hand.
"It's good that you're fine. It's good that you're fine."
Old Wang knew Zhao Ting's identity. He had graduated from military school and was immediately assigned to the platoon as a platoon leader. Zhao Ting's reaction just now had really shocked him. It would be a pity if his head exploded.
One had to know that the 74th division was the direct line of the chairman. There were many graduates from Huangpu. If they could graduate, they would be assigned to the 74th division as a second lieutenant platoon leader. Their future was limitless.
Zhao Ting opened the bolt and realized that the rifle was not damaged.
"Old Wang, give me some bullets." Zhao Ting said to Old Wang.
Old Wang hurriedly grabbed a handful of bullets and stuffed them into Zhao Ting's hands. Zhao Ting clamped a bridge into the magazine and pulled the bolt. The bullets had already been loaded into the chamber.
Half of his head poked out of the crater to observe the outside. Through the smoke, he could already see the ferocious faces of the Japanese soldiers.
These soldiers formed a line of disbanded soldiers and charged forward. There were about 200 of them. In just a short while, they were only 100 meters away from the camp.
Seeing the real Japanese at such a close distance, Zhao Ting still felt a little guilty. Fortunately, he was a military fan. At least he knew how to use the gun in his hand now. This was his life-saving thing.
He looked around and found many soldiers in tattered uniforms quietly lying in bunkers and craters, nervously aiming at the Japanese soldiers who were charging at him.
Seeing that these soldiers were so calm even when the Japanese were so close, Zhao Ting guessed that they must be veterans.
" System Quest: Defend the position."
When Zhao Ting began to aim at the Japanese soldiers, the electronic voice of the war system popped up in his mind.
He had just learned that as long as he killed the Japanese or completed the system mission, he would be rewarded with points from the war system.
These war points could be used to exchange for various things in the mall, so points were very important.
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