The soldiers who were attacking Yao Ziqing's camp were a little confused when they saw the Japanese lose their heads one by one.
Only Yao Ziqing, who was charging forward, would occasionally glance at the angle at which the Japanese soldier had fallen and the angle at which the bullet had landed. He was absolutely certain that Liu Ze, who was at the highest point, had made a move.
However, it was also because he knew that Liu Ze was the one selling it that Yao Ziqing was more shocked than all the soldiers.
The high ground was at least 1,000 meters away from the Japanese below. One shot, one kill. There was no pause at all. It was comparable to the firepower density of a light machine gun.
Moreover, each bullet was a Japanese. Liu Ze had never missed a shot.
It also allowed Yao Ziqing's attack to be extremely smooth.
At this moment, the surroundings were filled with gunshots and shouts.
He quickly helped Yao Ziqing suppress the Japanese's counterattack. In the meantime, Luo Hao quickly took out his motorcycle and rushed down from the high ground.
Liu Ze sped past Yao Ziqing's assault team. He was on his motorcycle. He let go of the handles and a red and yellow pistol appeared in his hand.
The motorcycle, which was traveling at a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour, rushed madly into the scattered Japanese, and the automatic pistol in his hand kept firing.
The Japanese soldiers nearby fell down like dominoes with the roar of the motorcycles.
On the battlefield, a Japanese Type 95 tank rushed out of the fire and fired at the motorcycle.
If it wasn't for the fact that the motorcycle was so fast that it was difficult for the machine gunners in the tank to aim, the situation might not be optimistic.
The turret of the tank began to rotate as it tried to aim, but Liu Ze's crotch was blocked. The motorcycle that he got off seemed to have become a spirit. It swayed left and right, not giving him a chance to aim at all.
Liu Ze, who was on the motorcycle, had put away his automatic pistol. A rocket launcher had appeared in his hand. He aimed it at the tank and pulled the trigger.
The anti-tank missile shot into the sky and instantly reached a height of hundreds of meters. The guidance system on the warhead locked onto the tank below. The missile instantly changed its flight attitude and went straight for the top of the tank's head. It plunged vertically and accurately into the top of the tank's turret.
In the next second, the thin-skinned Type 95 tank exploded into pieces.
Anti-tank missiles were not the Iron Fist or the Bazooka of the M Nation during World War II. Their lethality was not inferior to any modern anti-tank missiles.
Not to mention the Type 95 tank, which was not even comparable to a modern armored vehicle, even the most powerful Abrems SES main battle tank would have to kneel in front of it.
Liu Ze was too lazy to look at the results. If he fired a missile that he didn't care about, it would naturally destroy the tank. The chance of survival was countless times lower than the chance of winning the five million prize.
One by one, the Japanese were quickly knocked down. When Liu Ze's motorcycle stopped, there were no survivors in the vicinity.
Liu Ze's motorcycle swung its rear wheels and headed straight for Yao Ziqing.
At this moment, Yao Ziqing's soldiers were all covered in blood. The surviving Japanese soldiers nearby had all been killed.
"Yao Ziqing, immediately bring some men to block the road 500 meters ahead. This is the only way for the remaining soldiers of the Sixth Regiment to retreat.”
Hearing Liu Ze's order, Yao Ziqing immediately accepted it. He ordered the signal soldier to bring Third Company over and set up a defensive position at the intersection ahead.
Seeing Yao Ziqing get into action, Liu Ze left on his motorcycle.
While Liu Ze was hurrying along, the battle stopped temporarily and the system started calculating.
From detonating the pursuers to killing the last Japanese in this place, the overall battle results were counted together.
"The host has killed 2088 normal monsters and obtained 2088 gold coins. The Spitfire skill, Multi-purpose Landmine, Special Grenade, and a team of Japanese weapons and equipment have been obtained.”
"The host has killed 87 elite monsters, dropped 870 gold coins, and dropped Spitfire skill, Blazing Hell."
"The host has killed five elite bosses and obtained 500 gold coins. The Mechanic skill, Air Combat: Mechanical Storm, roaming gunner skill Moving Shot.”
The 2,000 Japanese soldiers, along with the 87 low-level officers and five second-rank officers of the 6th division, gave Liu Ze a total of five skills. One of them was an advanced Spitfire skill.
Liu Ze would be able to learn these skills as soon as he changed his class.
Especially Liu Ze, who already had the Spitfire Class Advancement Quest. After seeing the skills of the three Spitfires, he was even more eager to complete the quest.
To Liu Ze, a Wandering Gunner and Mechanic were still far away, but a Spitfire was really not far away.
After leaving the battle zone outside Baoshan, Liu Ze headed straight for the Japanese's Sixth Regiment's flag.
The system's quest function had a very human-like aspect. Once a quest with a quest item appeared, a notification would appear when Liu Ze was 1,000 meters away from the quest item.
This was also the reason why Liu Ze left in a hurry.
On the map on his personal computer, there was a small red dot that was moving quickly towards the river.
A thousand meters was only a matter of time for Liu Ze.
A small Japanese team that had rushed out of the battlefield was quickly escaping from the battlefield along the river.
When Liu Ze saw this, he instantly confirmed that this was the Sixth Regiment's flag protection squad.
In the Japanese army's battle sequence, every regiment that was personally awarded the flag by the Emperor had a special flag protection team.
This team did not have any combat mission, nor did they need to obey the orders of any officer. Their second mission was to protect the flag of the regiment.
It was also the only unit in the Japanese army that could retreat at any time.
Of course, if they were really at the end of their rope, this flag protection squad would also destroy the regiment flag to prevent it from falling into the hands of the enemy and becoming a disgrace to the army.
This was because once the flag of the regiment fell into the hands of the enemy, the entire regiment would be revoked, and all the officers would have to cut open their stomachs to apologize.
However, in the eight years of history of the war, there had never been a single regiment whose flag had been crossed. Those who surrendered in the end did not count.
Liu Ze knew very well that this was not a strange rule. After all, this was a display of respect for the imperial power. He was too lazy to interfere.
Riding on his motorcycle, he quickly bypassed the side of the flag protection team. An automatic pistol appeared in his hand and he rushed out of a valley on the side of the flag protection team's retreat route.
The automatic pistol in his hand, which had a firing rate faster than a light machine gun, opened fire crazily.
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