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"It's time for dinner, it's time for dinner." Lei Suisheng, who was on the hillside with the artillery crew, shouted happily while running.

The gun crew immediately lifted the camouflage cloth, revealing the hidden mortar.

"Reload and fire."

With a shout from Lei Suisheng, countless mortar shells flew out with a thumping sound, and exploded in the American military camp with a bang. For a moment, flames rolled and fragments flew everywhere. It was unknown how many American soldiers died as a result.

Rosen's physical strength and agility, which are seven or eight times that of ordinary people, are not for show. He rushed to the top of the mountain with almost no effort, looked down at the American military camp below, smiled coldly, and raised his hand to take out the M20 recoilless gun that he had taken away before blowing up the communication tower.

To be honest, Rosen's storage compartment was not short of artillery.

He had the Japanese Type 92 infantry gun and Type 97 mortar, and a lot of ammunition.

The problem is that now that he has taken it out and is using it, he has no way of explaining its origin.

At least he could say that this M20 was captured, and its power was not bad. Rosen certainly would not go far away.

The caliber of the M20 recoilless gun is 75mm, and its maximum range can reach 6.3KM. Rosen now places it on the top of the mountain. Coupled with the range added by his basic long-range combat and artillery expertise, he can completely cover the entire US military camp below.

"Uncle Luo, where did you get this?" Wu Wanli just ran up at this time. When he saw the thick gun barrel, he was so excited. (Note)

"Who cares where it comes from? As long as it works, that's fine." Rosen lifted the open ammunition box next to him and said, "What are you still standing there for? Reload it."

"Yes." Wu Wanli quickly picked up a cannonball and thrust it into the barrel of the gun.

Rosen hardly used the sights. He just glanced into the distance, adjusted the shooting angle, and then fired.

call.

The shell whizzed out and fell directly into the fuel depot next to the camp. Following a loud bang, a raging flame rose dozens of meters high. Countless metal fragments flew in all directions with the shock wave, and wherever it went, there was a bloody storm.

What’s even more terrible is that wherever the splattered oil landed, there would be a sea of ​​fire.

All of a sudden, there were not only dozens of firemen running around and wailing in the camp, but also seven or eight vehicles were set on fire and even exploded.

"Well done, that's awesome." Wu Wanli saw it and excitedly gave Rosen a thumbs up.

"Stop flattering me and reload quickly," Rosen urged, "shoot them a few more times before the Yankees realize what's going on."

Before he could finish his words, he saw a light flash on a tower in the camp and a machine gunner aimed towards him.

Before he could fire, Rosen raised his M1 Garand and fired at him.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.

Rosen emptied the entire magazine as soon as he fired.

However, he did not just aim at one person and waste firepower. Instead, after killing the machine gunner, he shot down the deputy machine gunner next to him, and then aimed at several other machine gunners.

With his current sharp strength, broad vision, and his 100% accurate shooting skills, when he is in a dominant position, he can really suppress hundreds of people with just a gun and make them unable to raise their heads.

"It's installed." Wu Wanli shouted.

Rosen pushed the grip of the M20, adjusted the elevation and direction, and fired again.

boom.

This time, what was destroyed was a circular position in the barracks.

At this time, Wu Qianli and Mei Sheng had already rushed down with the Seventh Company.

Rosen's eyes were always following them, whether it was the gun in his hand or the cannon next to him, he was always ready to provide them with fire support, especially to eliminate the US military's firepower points in advance, so as to avoid them from suffering large-scale casualties.

"Damn it. Where's our artillery?!"

"Where's our sniper?!"

"Why don't you kill the enemy sniper quickly?!"

……

The American soldiers below were almost going crazy, and I don’t know how many of them were cursing and shooting at the same time.

No one can understand better than them how painful it is to face the enemy's snipers and sharpshooters. They may die at any minute, but they are powerless to do anything to the enemy.

It’s not that they didn’t want to kill the other side, but more than ten people in a company wanted to rush to the machine gun position, but they all died halfway.

The machine gun position now is like the life harvesting station of the god of death. Anyone who wants to go there will lose his life.

What's even more hateful is that the other side just didn't completely blow up this machine gun position, clearly luring them to rush over and die until everyone was dead.

"Damn you, cunning Chinese."

Someone cursed loudly, but before he could finish his words, his head exploded with a bang and turned into a bloody mist.

Rosen is not just targeting these soldiers, the M20 is also aiming at the ammunition depot farther away.

Because of the fierce fighting, ammunition was consumed rapidly everywhere. The logistics personnel were driving forward to transport ammunition, and Rosen was now keeping an eye on them.

In terms of troop strength, the Ninth Corps had the upper hand, but the latter's firepower was really disappointing.

If you want to kill the opponent, the best way is to eliminate his advantages, then pull him to the same level as yourself, and then use your rich experience to beat him up.

"Pretended."

Bang.

The shells flew out.

After landing, there was a deafening roar, followed by the explosion of countless ammunition.

Rosen's artillery expertise not only grants him a longer range, but also greatly increases the power and attack range of the shells he fires.

In this case, the ones who will be in trouble are the American troops below.

"Awesome, it's so exciting!" Wu Wanli said excitedly: "That's great."

"Haha, this is called original soup and original food. Let the Americans enjoy their weapons." Rosen said, "Hurry up, reload and kill them."

"It'll be ready soon."

At this moment, the Seventh Company's assault was blocked by a watchtower.

Lei Suisheng's artillery team failed to destroy it in one round of attack, so in a short period of time, two more soldiers from the Seventh Company were hit by the heavy machine guns on the watchtower and died on the spot.

Rosen glanced around and happened to see this scene. He didn't care about letting Lei Suisheng show his power like in the original plot. He immediately turned the M20 recoilless gun and directly destroyed the sentry tower with one shot.

"Rosen, you are really my ancestor!" Wu Qianli shouted excitedly.

"What are you standing there for? Reload quickly." Rosen urged Wu Wanli while throwing a magazine at the American soldiers running around in the military camp below.

He stood high and shot far, and every bullet hit the target hard, so after eight shots, the opponent had blocked ten people.

Two of them were wearing candied haws sticks.

After all, LV7's fatal blow is not just for show.

Not only does it make Rosen's each attack burst out five times the damage, but also has a 30% chance of a penetration effect.

"Uncle Luo, there are tanks!..." Wu Wanli, who had just finished loading artillery shells, reminded loudly.

At the same time, Rosen's sense of danger was suddenly triggered, and then he saw a Sherman tank below raising its gun barrel towards him.

Note: The reason why he called him Uncle Rosen was because Lei Suisheng had previously said that Rosen was about the same age as him.

Lei Suisheng was born in 1910, and Rosen participated in the Battle of Sihang and the Battle of Nanjing. According to common sense, his age is indeed similar to Lei Suisheng, which means he is about years old at the time of this plot.

It was normal for Wu Wanli, who was just nineteen years old, to call them uncle.

Of course, this is just common sense. Rosen is an exception.