"Baka ~" The Japanese Consul looked at the photo in the newspaper and trembled with anger.
"The head of the Empire's warrior was chopped off and used for a press conference ~"
"This is an insult to our war against the Japanese Empire ~" He ordered his secretary,"Contact the concession bureau immediately and ask them to hand over the murderer ~"
"Hi ~"
"Hand over the murderer?" Looking at the Japanese's note, the general manager of the concession's Ministry of Works covered his forehead with a headache.
"Where can I find the murderer?"
"The other party is just using our channel to hold a press conference. This is normal news exchange ~"
In the solitary military camp, Yang Hao visited the wounded soldiers who had fought with him in the past. Then, he was called to his room by Lei Xiong.
"We've been waiting for a few days. Do you know how the situation is now?”
It was now November 9th. It had been five days since they broke out of the warehouse.
"The Japanese army is fighting fiercely with the Chinese army in Nanshi. Based on the current situation, they will probably occupy Nanshi tomorrow ~"
"Then, the entire Hu Hai will be occupied?”
"Right now, they are pressuring the concession and not allowing you to enter the Kuomintang-controlled area from the concession ~" Yang Hao crossed his arms and said to the two,"Many of our brothers are still injured and need to recuperate ~"
" During this period of time, you guys should recuperate well." Yang Hao patted the chair." I will use my business interests to find a way to get you guys out of here."
"Weapons won't be a problem. I've already contacted a few arms dealers. Arming a battalion is as easy as playing with them ~"
That night, Yang Hao rode his bicycle out of the concession.
Holding the map, he walked towards Hongqiao Airport step by step.
At this time, there were still stragglers fighting the Japanese around Hongqiao Airport.
In the night sky, the sound of the 38th Cover and the Mauser rifle firing could be heard from time to time. From time to time, bullets would fly across the sky and disappear into the night sky like meteors.
Yang Hao wore a thermal imaging night vision device and quietly avoided the Japanese patrols.
After two hours, he finally found a suitable place.
He took out a few pitons and fishing lines from his space and used the grenades he bought from the foreign firm as a trap.
Then, he quietly bought a few mines in the direction of the retreat…
In the end, he used fishing line and empty cans to make an early warning device.
After he was done with all this, he returned to the place he had just confirmed and took out his ghillie suit to cover himself.
There was no greenhouse effect on the blue planet 80 years ago.
It was November in Shanghai. Freezing rain and snow fell one after another, and the temperature at night dropped to below zero.
Yang Hao was wearing a down jacket and a waterproof mat on the ground. At least it gave him a trace of warmth.
Unknowingly, he fell asleep.
In the morning, Yang Hao woke up from the vibration of his phone.
"It's 7 o'clock ~"
He immediately raised his binoculars and looked in the direction of Hongqiao Airport.
In his field of vision, thousands of Japanese soldiers were gathering.
The Japanese carried the two coffins and walked towards the pit.
They were going to hold a funeral for the two soldiers who had forced the defenders to open fire to create an excuse for themselves to attack.
"Lieutenant,"
"Senior Captain…"
" Lieutenant!" Yang Hao was observing the officers with a bird-watching mirror he bought online.
"Major?" A man with the rank of major sergeant appeared in the bird-watching mirror.
"Major, he's just a squadron leader ~ Company leader or something like that ~"
Then, he found another lieutenant.
"Lieutenant?" Yang Hao frowned. Could it be that there wasn't a single lieutenant?
He had originally expected to meet a colonel here.
The Imperial Guards that he had killed before was the colonel. It would be great if he could kill another colonel now!
After searching for a long time, Yang Hao could not find a colonel.
At this moment, the Japanese had already set up the incense table and were taking turns to offer incense to their warriors.
"Damn it! "Forget it ~" Yang Hao took out the modified M1903 Springfield rifle and opened the cover on the scope.
900 meters! Using a range finder to measure, Yang Hao came up with this number.
" I've never fought this before. In the army of the future, this number is very far for an average marksman."
An 88 sniper rifle could shoot up to 800 meters, but in fact, it started to drift after 500 meters.
Those who could reach 800 meters were all strong people. There might only be two or three in a division.
Most of the Type 88 Snipers were used to hit targets at a distance of four to five hundred meters.
As for Yang Hao, his marksmanship was even worse than those squad shooters who used 88 sniper rifles.
In the warehouse, although he had killed the Japanese sniper, it was only 300 meters!
"You're too careless ~" Yang Hao pulled the bolt.
"Fortunately, my scope is still quite powerful. It gives me the confidence to challenge it ~" He had already made up his mind. When he returned to the real world, he would find a way to systematically learn long-range sniping.
Of course, it would be even better if he could systematically learn about special operations.
After hitting the coke bottle with the gun barrel, Yang Hao raised his gun.
"Wind speed ~" Yang Hao glanced at the weeds beside him and said in his heart,"4 meters per second ~"
"Distance, about 900 meters ~"
"Drop, 6 meters ~"
"Bullet initial velocity, 813 meters per second ~"
He twisted the scope and adjusted the magnification to 6 times.
This way, it was equivalent to aiming at a target 150 meters away with a naked gun. The field of vision would not be narrow, and the enemy would not be unclear.
" It takes 1.2 seconds for the bullet to fly over, and it will fall 7.2 meters." He aimed at the position about one meter above the lieutenant colonel's head.
"Cross wind deviation, about 5 meters ~"
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly…
When there was only half of the air left in his lungs, he stopped breathing…
"Puff!" The sound of the bullet being fired was reduced to half by the coke can.
7.85 The millimeter-diameter bullet drew a beautiful arc in the air and accurately landed beside the lieutenant colonel.
" Ah!" The major clutched his chest and fell to the ground.
" F * ck." Yang Hao pulled the bolt. How did he miss?!
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