Chapter 31: Take the train station, great harvest
The soldiers of the New 1st Regiment pulled the fuse in advance, and a violent explosion occurred almost as soon as the grenade was thrown in.
"boom!"
“Boom boom boom!——”
The broken shrapnel flew all over the bunker along with the shock wave of the explosion. The Japanese soldiers had no time or space to dodge.
Some Japanese soldiers had their bodies cut by shrapnel and were turned into bloody hedgehogs. Some Japanese soldiers were blown away by the shock wave of the explosion, and their bodies hit the wall heavily, dying on the spot .
"Baga! What's going on?"
The explosion attracted the attention of the Japanese machine gunners on the watchtower, but before they could see the situation clearly, a rifle bullet flew towards him.
"puff!"
The bullet seemed to have eyes. It hit the Japanese machine gunner on the left watchtower right between his eyebrows, blowing his skull off.
Red and white, blood and brain scattered all over the watchtower.
"Snapped!"
Another gunshot was heard, and the assistant shooter's head was smashed into a pulp, his body falling beside the main shooter.
"Ding! System prompt: Congratulations to the host, you have killed an enemy machine gunner, your merit points +5, your experience points +5."
"Ding! System prompt: Congratulations to the host, you have killed 1 enemy soldier, your merit points +3, your experience points +3."
Yang Lin ignored the system prompt, turned the gun around and aimed at the Japanese machine gunner on the right watchtower.
"Want to resist? You don't want to live anymore. If that's the case, I will grant your wish."
The corners of Yang Lin's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold arc, and he pulled the trigger again.
The next moment, a bloody hole appeared on the Japanese machine gunner's head. His body tilted and he fell heavily from the platform, turning into a pool of rotten flesh.
"idiot!"
The assistant shooter next to him yelled angrily and tried to come over to fill the position. Yang Lin happened to see the whole scene.
“I’ve seen people rushing to go on blind dates, and I’ve also seen people rushing to get divorced, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone rushing to reincarnate.
Whatever, whatever, I will be a good person and help you achieve your wish!"
The cruel smile on Yang Lin's lips became brighter and brighter, and he continued to pull the trigger.
…
"Ding! System prompt, congratulations to the host, you have killed an enemy machine gunner, merit points +5, experience points +5."
"Ding! System prompt, congratulations to the host, you have killed 1 enemy soldier, merit points +3, experience points +3."
The machine gunners of the New 1st Regiment who were preparing to fire again were all stunned. Their eyes were wide open with shocked expressions.
4 bullets killed 4 Japanese soldiers, and every bullet hit the target. With such shooting skills, I’m afraid even their old commander Li Yunlong can’t match him, right?
If the Japanese heavy machine guns on the watchtower had not been silent, they would have even suspected that they had seen it wrong.
However, what shocked them the most was Yang Lin's shooting speed.
He fired four shots in a row in less than 10 seconds. Is this something a human can do?
Yang Lin didn't care about the shock of the others. He suddenly remembered something and asked the system, "System, why didn't the Japanese who were killed in the bunker gain any merit points or experience points?
There are also those in the previously nameless mountain area.”
"System prompt: Only enemies killed by the host himself or his subordinates will receive merit points and experience points."
Yang Lin suddenly realized.
I was careless. I should have taken over the task of dealing with the treacherous enemy.
I thought I had picked up an easy job, but I ended up making things worse and lost a lot of merit points and experience points.
…
On the other side, Ding Wei, led by Zhao Dejiu, also came to the door of the Japanese command room. The Japanese inside tried to rely on the room to resist.
Ding Wei's face darkened: "Hand grenade ready !"
"yes!"
Several soldiers from the New 1st Regiment responded, decisively took out grenades from their waists, pulled the fuse and threw them in through the window that was broken by the bullet.
"Baga! It's a grenade!"
Several Japanese soldiers on duty fell to the ground with grenades dropped at their feet. They were so scared that they rushed towards the gate one after another.
"boom!"
“Boom!——”
There was a sudden explosion. Before the Japanese soldiers could run behind the door, they were blown away by the raging shock wave, fell heavily to the ground, and died on the spot.
Ding Wei walked forward holding a revolver and looked inside through the open door. The entire command room had become a ruin, with a big hole in the roof.
Broken tiles and various pieces of furniture were scattered everywhere.
Looking at the Japanese corpses lying on the ground, almost none of them were intact. It was obvious that they were dead.
Soon, Yang Lin also rushed over.
Led by Zhao Dejiu, they came to the military supply warehouse at the railway station.
"Open it!" Yang Lin pursed his lips. Naturally, he didn't need to do this kind of thing himself.
"yes!"
Zhao Dejiu responded, picked up a stone next to him, and smashed it down.
There was a loud "clang" and the iron chain on the gate fell to the ground.
Then he threw away the stone and pushed open the door.
Under the illumination of the flashlight, the neatly stacked sacks in the warehouse immediately appeared in front of everyone.
When Ding Wei saw this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Open it and see what's in the sack."
"yes!"
Two soldiers from the independent regiment responded, each drew a dagger and walked in.
“Shh!——”
The sack was cut open, and crystal clear rice grains flowed out from it.
"Rice, Captain, it's Rice!" The two soldiers shouted excitedly.
“All rice?”
Ding Wei's eyes widened, and he strode into the warehouse: "Quick, open the sack over there and take a look."
"By the way, just make a small cut, and be sure not to let the rice fall out."
"yes!"
The soldier responded, walked over and made a few more cuts.
Without exception, all the hundreds of sacks were filled with white rice, at least tens of thousands of kilograms.
"We've made it! We've made it! We've got food supplies for the new regiment through the winter!"
Ding Wei could no longer suppress his inner joy and almost jumped up with excitement.
There was no way. As I said before, the conditions of the Eighth Route Army were too harsh. Even for the regiment commander, it was the first time he had seen so much rice.
Yang Lin was relatively calm. He said, "It looks like we need to gather all the brothers from Wanjia Town and Wuming Mountain Area."
"Yep!"
Ding Wei nodded in agreement.
