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"Here are the bullets for you." As he shouted, a leather bullet bag was thrown over and landed right at Rosen's feet.

"Thank you." Rosen didn't bother to see who threw it. He just shouted casually, then opened the bullet bag and took out a row of 5 packs of 6.5x50mm Arisaka rifle bullets from it. He pulled the bolt and stuffed them into the magazine of the Type 38 rifle in his hand.

Rosen pulled the bolt to load the bullet and was about to continue shooting at the window, but he was shocked by the scene outside and his eyes widened. He shouted hoarsely: "The devils are coming!"

While the gas bombs were firing, a group of Japanese soldiers wearing gas masks rushed towards the Sihang Warehouse. Although their number was not large, they were aggressive and murderous, as if a group of evil spirits were rushing towards them.

"Boom."

Rosen didn't bother to let them within 20 meters, otherwise he was afraid that he would be dead after just a few shots, so he pulled the trigger at the many shit-yellow figures without hesitation.

The bullet whizzed out and hit the chest of a Japanese soldier who was rushing towards him.

He fell to the ground on the spot, and his blood soon soaked the surrounding land.

But Rosen didn't have time to look at these. He was even too lazy to check the prompt messages that popped up in his field of vision.

At this moment, his adrenaline was surging, and his eyes were only on the shit-yellow figure that was near or far. His hands kept pulling the bolt, aiming, and pulling the trigger. He would reload the bullets when the magazine was empty, and continue the above actions over and over again without getting tired.

The attacking Japanese soldiers soon noticed him, and someone immediately raised his gun to shoot him, but before he could fire, he was killed by a whistling bullet.

Those bullets might have come from Rosen, but more likely from his own soldiers who were standing at the window and firing with him.

Especially the squad leader Zhu Shengzhong, who had a bad temper and wanted to fight and kill at any time, but his marksmanship was really good. At least much better than Rosen, who could only rely on the basic long-range combat given by the system.

"Prepare for close combat." Zhu Shengzhong fired and shouted loudly to remind everyone.

Because that small group of Japanese soldiers rushed to the Sihang Warehouse less than 20 meters away under the whistling hail of bullets like crazy, and some of them even wanted to put a ladder up to the window.

The soldiers standing in the back had already begun attaching bayonets to their rifles.

Rosen seemed to have heard nothing and was still mechanically repeating his previous actions. However, unlike the random shooting just now based on luck, this time, every shot would cause a Japanese soldier to fall to the ground, often hitting a fatal part of the heart or head, with blood gushing out and brains splashing. The scene was extremely cruel.

This scene quickly caught Zhu Shengzhong's attention. He couldn't help but glance at Rosen, but did not show anything on the spot.

"Ding."

Rosen, who had just killed a Japanese soldier and was stuffing a magazine into the magazine, suddenly felt as if his head had been hit hard by a huge hammer. His neck tilted back and he staggered back two steps involuntarily before falling to the ground.

Only at this moment did he seem to hear a crisp sound, which seemed to come from his ear, and also seemed to sound in his head, making his head buzzing and his heart uneasy.

At this moment, the dense gunfire like popping beans suddenly stopped.

"Be careful and throw the dead body of the Japanese out." After shouting loudly, Zhu Shengzhong walked up to Rosen and stretched out his hand to him. His face was no longer fierce and violent. He said, "Brother, can you get up?"

Rosen nodded, holding his hand and being pulled up.

"You're lucky." Zhu Shengzhong patted Rosen's helmet and said, "If it weren't for it, you would have been dead just now."

When Rosen took off his helmet, he found a deep dent on his forehead, which was obviously caused by a bullet. This made him feel as if he had just brushed shoulders with death, and he was terrified.

"Are you scared?!" Zhu Shengzhong asked.

"A little bit." Rosen nodded.

"We have to keep fighting even if we are afraid. The whole country is watching us. We can't lose." Zhu Shengzhong patted Rosen on the shoulder and said, "You did well just now. Go and take a rest."

"Sir, can you give me a different gun?" Rosen looked at Zhu Shengzhong and said, "A M1924 Mauser rifle will do."

He pointed to the Type 38 rifle in his hand and said, "I'm really not used to using this gun, and I don't have enough bullets."

"Okay, I'll change your gun." Zhu Shengzhong glanced at Rosen and finally nodded.

There was no shortage of ammunition in the Sihang Warehouse, but there was a shortage of people. Since Rosen had shown his ability and was willing to fight, Zhu Shengzhong would naturally meet his request, which was not excessive.

Soon Rosen got an M1924 Mauser rifle specially equipped for the German-equipped division and at least two hundred rounds of ammunition.

Unlike other deserters, Rosen was not asked to move corpses. Instead, he found a quiet corner and sat down, holding the M1924 rifle and studying it carefully.

The M1924 Mauser rifle, also known as the standard rifle, is based on the Mauser 1898 rifle, with the barrel shortened by 150mm. It was finalized in 1924.

Its caliber is 7.92mm, the total length of the gun is 1100mm, of which the barrel is 590mm long, the total weight of the gun is 4.08kg, the sight range is 2000 meters, the initial velocity is 810 meters/second, the gun uses 7.92mm Mauser rifle pointed bullets, the magazine can hold 5 rounds, and there are 4 right-hand rifling grooves.

But judging from the data, this gun is better than the Type 38 rifle that Rosen used before, commonly known as the Type rifle. At the same time, it has sufficient ammunition, so there is absolutely no need to worry about the embarrassing situation of running out of bullets while shooting.

Holding the M1924 in his hand, Rosen began to pull the bolt again and again.

The bolt of this gun is also a rotating rear-pull type, just like the Type 38 rifle, but the feel is slightly different.

Of course, Rosen did this not because he had any special hobby of shooting, but to improve his shooting speed.

It turned out that he had just discovered that his basic long-range combat had been upgraded to level 3 without him noticing. In addition to the previous attribute of becoming nine out of ten hits within 30 meters, he also gained a new derivative skill: rapid fire.

"Rapid Fire, LV1, increase the firing rate, additional +10%."

Rosen found that every time he pulled the bolt, he would gain 1 point of proficiency in rapid shooting, so he just started pulling the bolt, click after click.

In Rosen's opinion, rapid shooting is very useful for him now. If he cannot improve his shooting accuracy in a short period of time, he will try to win by quantity.

In the Pacific battlefield, an American soldier once single-handedly killed more than 10 Japanese soldiers armed with Type 38 rifles. This was not because of his accurate shooting skills, but because the firing rate of the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle far exceeded that of the Type 38 rifle, which naturally enabled it to gain absolute firepower advantage.

Rosen couldn't get the M1 Garand, and he had no chance to use light or heavy machine guns, so he could only try to increase the firing rate with the M1924.

With the passive skill that makes perfect with practice, Rosen believes that everything will be fine.