In the late autumn of Zhabei, a cold rain came late. The streets with broken walls were filled with mist. The rain washed away the smell of smoke, mud, blood, and corpses in the air.
In the morning fog, a group of men and horses used the cover of the fog to quickly infiltrate the depths of the battlefield with lightning speed.
There were not many soldiers in this team, about forty to fifty of them. From their military uniforms and helmets, they looked like German Machinists from the national army, but the equipment on the soldiers did not fit the sci-fi feeling of this era.
The human-shaped metal kinetic skeleton flashed with a faint blue light. The exposed bearings and gears, as well as the chips and circuit boards covered by the shell, were filled with a mixture of steampunk and Star Wars.
"Battalion Commander, this metal piece is not bad. With this thing on, I don't feel tired at all when carrying three to five hundred pounds of weapons and ammunition. If every brother in our battalion can wear this metal piece, in the future, when we fight with the Japanese, I can fight ten of them alone without panting.”
A soldier wearing a German-style helmet grinned and said. He was carrying ten boxes of armor-piercing bullets on his back and could still walk as if he was flying. He did not look tired at all.
"Battalion Commander, do you think this thing on my back can really hit the Japanese tanks like chopsticks stabbing tofu?”
Another soldier who was carrying two 40-caliber (Prg) rocket launchers and a few boxes of ammunition asked suspiciously.
In his impression, when dealing with the Japanese tanks, the brothers would usually risk their lives to fill the tank. The suicide squad would line up in a column and protect the wet quilt in front of their chest. The last brother would hold a bomb bag. If he was lucky, he would be able to rush in front of the Japanese tanks and blow up the tracks.
However, such methods were often ineffective. Sometimes, even if hundreds of brothers died, they would not be able to take down a single tank.
So much so that when the new battalion commander said that the thing on his shoulder was not much bigger than a mortar and could blow up a Japanese tank like a chopstick poking tofu, he could not believe it.
"Battalion Commander ~"
"Battalion Commander ~"
The battalion commander that the soldiers were talking about was called Guo Zixu, a major battalion commander of the Central Military Academy's Teaching Corps. He had just been appointed as the battalion commander of the 6th Division's 28th Brigade, 521st Regiment, which was almost crippled on the Songhu front line.
A day ago, Guo Zixu, a special forces soldier from a special operations brigade in the Western War Zone, had brought the system to the Republic of China in 1937. He then brought a platoon of guards to replenish his forces and rushed to the special forces camp to take over the command. On the way, he received his novice gift pack.
The 45 hot-blooded men behind him, three single-soldier shoulder-fired Avant-Guard-1 anti-aircraft missiles, five 60-fire (60mm mortars), five 40-fire (Prg rocket launchers), five M60 general machine guns, three flamethrowers, an 88 sniper rifle, 45 military kinetic skeletons, 100 Type 56 semi-automatic rifles, 500 triangular military thorns, and various amounts of ammunition were all Guo Zixu had at the start of the game.
Fortunately, these 45 hot-blooded men were all students who had attended national high schools. In a short period of time, they had already mastered the use of this batch of weapons and equipment that did not belong to this era. In the future, they could act as instructors in their own battalion. After all, they could continuously obtain weapons and equipment from the system.
Of course, the prerequisite for obtaining a weapon was that he had to continuously complete the corresponding system missions.
His system quest was also very simple. As long as he annihilated the Japanese, he would be able to obtain the corresponding weapons and equipment rewards.
Destroy a small team of Japanese, and you will receive a platoon of weapons and equipment. Annihilate a squadron of Japanese soldiers and you will receive a company's worth of weapons and equipment. Destroy a large group of Japanese soldiers and you will receive the weapons and equipment of a reinforced battalion.
And so on, the top is not capped.
At this moment, Guo Zixu was not in the mood to study the system mission, nor did he have the time to answer the soldier's question. This was because he had already noticed the strange movements not far away through the high-tech helmet on his head.
He was wearing a helmet with a full-system scope. With the 88-meter high-precision sniper rifle in his hand, he could achieve a 100% hit rate within 800 meters.
Through the crosshair of the sniper rifle, Guo Zixu saw a group of female students in navy blue uniforms running for their lives in the direction of the concession. Their cries of despair were heartbreaking.
Behind him, dozens of Japanese soldiers with big guns were chasing after him. They pulled the triggers and fired at the sky while letting out creepy, beast-like, lewd laughter.
The female students who were being chased by the Japanese quickly entered the line of sight of the entire Special Agent Battalion's security platoon.
"Bang!"
A bullet landed on a collapsed stone slab beside a female student, splashing a puddle of water.
"Ah ~"
The female student was so frightened that she staggered and fell to the ground. Her white knee-length socks were stained.
The two female students closest to her couldn't be bothered to run for their lives. They turned around and pulled the girl up.
In her panic, she left a small leather shoe on the ground.
With this fall, the Japanese behind him immediately caught up.
It was a soldier with a small mustache under the tip of his nose. He grabbed the female student who had just stood up by her cotton coat and shouted in Japanese,"Fujida-kun, Muto-kun, come quickly. I've caught them. They're all young and beautiful female students. They're all 15 or 16-year-old girls.”
Through the scope, Guo Zixu placed the cross lock between the officer's eyebrows.
In a trance, the flustered, frightened, and at a loss female student turned her head to look. Her short hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a pale face.
It seemed familiar, as if it was a lifetime ago.
"Battalion Commander, the battle at the front line of the Great Yarn Mill is very intense and fierce. The battle has entered a white-hot stage. The mission given to us by our superiors is to rush to the aid of the special forces battalion as soon as possible.”A captain carrying a light machine gun reminded.
"Company Commander Chen, carry out the order!"
Guo Zixu did not hesitate at all. His index finger gently pulled the trigger.
On the other side, the soldier had already torn the female student's shirt, revealing a snow-white face. A sinister smile hung on his distorted face. The soldiers behind him followed suit and pounced on the female student who was in a mess.
In an instant, the tragic screams of the female students and the obscene laughter of the ghosts interweaved.
"Bang!"
A 5.8mm dumdum-dump bullet pierced through the captain's forehead at an initial speed of 895 meters per second. Half of his skull was torn open, and red and white blood sprayed in the air.
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