Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

"Company Commander, look over there..." someone shouted from the window.

Rosen stopped and rushed to the window with the others. He lay on the sandbags and looked outside. He saw several wounded Kuomintang soldiers hanging up. A voice in half-familiar Chinese said, "... these soldiers will be your fate. Hurry up and surrender. Otherwise, you will be tortured to death like them."

"We are the brothers who are blocking the enemy from the outside. We should aim at the Japanese soldiers below."

"Bang bang..." Someone immediately opened fire.

Rosen did not shoot easily, but kept aiming and aiming again.

"You have awakened a derivative skill of basic ranged combat: Aiming, Level 1. For every 3 seconds of aiming, the chance of hitting the target increases by 10%."

"Boom."

It was not until 30 seconds later that Rosen pulled the trigger.

When the gunshots rang out, the Japanese soldiers who were waving their bayonets and stabbing the Kuomintang prisoners of war had their brains splattered and fell to the ground.

Great! Rosen felt that the long aiming time before was really worth it. He quickly pulled the bolt and started aiming again.

When he takes aim, not only is the chance of hitting the target accumulating, but his proficiency is also improving. He kills two birds with one stone, which makes Rosen feel very happy.

"Duanwu... take care of little Hubei..." With a heart-wrenching cry, Lao Hulu, who had tried to escape from the Sihang Warehouse but was caught by the Japanese, was hoisted up little by little.

Duanwu lay in front of the window, looking at his miserable condition, tears streaming down his face.

"Boom."

Rosen was unmoved and calmly pulled the trigger.

The bullet whizzed out, passed through the gap in the sandbags in the distance, and directly pierced through the Japanese soldier who was pulling the rope that was hanging the old gourd.

As blood and flesh splattered, the Japanese soldier fell to the ground on the spot.

"Well done..." The old gourd fell down, but he was shouting madly, "Duanwu, stay alive and take him home..."

His shouts were soon interrupted by a series of gunshots.

"Danwu, right? If you want revenge, go pick up a gun, otherwise get out of the way, and stop crying like a woman. It's annoying."

Rosen pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet into the chamber, his eyes still fixed forward, his hawk-like sharp gaze searching for the Japanese soldiers hiding behind the sandbags.

"I..." Duanwu hesitated to speak.

"The more you fear death, the faster you will die. If you want to survive, treat yourself as a dead person and then fight."

Rosen said slowly: "The sooner you figure this out, the better you can protect yourself and that little Hubei. It's useless to escape. You will only be captured by the devils as a prisoner and then killed. When you die, they will point at your corpse and say: You are a coward."

"Well said." Suddenly, Zhu Shengzhong's voice of praise came from behind, and he patted Rosen on the shoulder and said, "Well said, you are the best among those deserters."

"Boom."

Rosen remained motionless, completely unaffected by Zhu Shengzhong, until he pulled the trigger and killed the Japanese soldier hiding in a secret corner. Then he said, "Squad leader, I'm not a deserter. I just happened to be dispersed. Do I have to rush over and die with the Japanese like a fool? Isn't it better to leave a useful body behind and do more important things?"

"I don't believe what others say, but I do believe you." Zhu Shengzhong said with a smile, "Do you want to follow me to watch the fun?"

"What?" Rosen asked.

"Let those deserters wake up." Zhu Shengzhong sneered.

"Okay." Seeing that there was no more target on the opposite side, Rosen picked up his gun and stepped back from the sandbag.

Zhu Shengzhong grabbed Duanwu, whose eyes were red and looked lost, and dragged him towards the second floor.

The Sihang Warehouse was quite spacious, and the second floor was extremely empty, with nothing on it except sandbags and other shelters.

At this time, a group of captured Japanese soldiers stood in a row with their hands tied, looking like they were waiting to be shot. Opposite them were people wearing different clothes, but all of them had decadent looks on their faces.

Their origins are different, but they have a common name here: deserters.

Rosen was one of them before, but now he has proved himself with the lives of many Japanese soldiers, while these people have not.

"As a soldier of the National Army, you should be severely punished for being afraid of death on the battlefield. The Japanese are killing our brothers outside. I'll give you one last chance. Stand still..." Zhu Shengzhong gave a loud lecture.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a slick voice: "Brother, I am a civilian staff officer of the Internal Affairs Department of the First Battalion of the Zhejiang Security Corps. You can call me Lao Abacus. Killing enemies for the country is my brother's duty, but civilian duties are just about doing the math."

He glanced at the gun in his hand and said, "I don't know how to use this thing, so sir, please don't force me..."

"I'm encouraging you." The hot-tempered Zhu Shengzhong kicked him directly and said angrily, "You come."

"I won't kill anyone, but he will." The old abacus pointed at the old iron head in the deserters' team and said loudly, "He followed Marshal Zhang..."

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm letting you do it." Zhu Shengzhong grabbed him and forced him to hold the gun and kill people, cursing angrily: "The entire Zhejiang Security Corps is gone, and you are the only one embarrassing yourself here, a bastard..."

"Do you dare to kill me?" the Japanese prisoner shouted provocatively.

"two……"

"I'm sorry..." Old Abacus said in a low voice.

"Bang." A gunshot suddenly came from the side, scaring the old abacus so much that his hand trembled and he pulled the trigger. With a bang, blood splattered and the Japanese prisoner fell to the ground.

The people present did not look at the old abacus who was slumped on the ground like a pile of mud, but looked at Rosen who had been standing by the window for some time.

"Just now I saw a Japanese soldier standing in a very good position. It was as if he was waiting for me to shoot him, so I couldn't help but shoot him. You guys continue and don't worry about me." Rosen said as he changed his position and aimed outside again.

"Look, they are all fucking no-name brands... Why can't you be like Rosen?" Zhu Shengzhong pointed at Rosen, then looked at the people in front of him with contempt, then walked up to Lao Tietou and said, "You followed Marshal Zhang?"

"Yes."

"Then you come."

"I was just poisoned by the poisonous gas and my eyes are not working well..." Lao Tietou lied seriously.

"Were your eyes still sharp when they killed your brother and raped your sister?" Zhu Shengzhong grabbed Lao Tietou's ears and dragged him out.

"You are afraid of death and should be killed." The Japanese prisoners scolded with contempt.

"shot."

"Boom."

"Damn it, no matter where you shoot, can you hit it accurately?" the Japanese prisoner cursed.

"You coward, where are you going to hit? Where are you going to hit?!" The irritable Zhu Shengzhong was completely furious. He kicked Lao Tietou to the ground with one foot, and then kicked him hard.

"I'm an artilleryman." Lao Tietou defended.

But Zhu Shengzhong no longer wanted to listen to his explanation and raised his gun to shoot him.

"Bang." Yangguai, who had been watching the scene with indifference, shot and killed the target that originally belonged to Lao Tietou, and then killed a Japanese prisoner who was shouting "Long live the emperor."

"next."

Duanwu picked up the gun, pulled the bolt, and aimed the gun at the Japanese prisoners in front of him, but he didn't move.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his whole body was shaking.

"Think about the person who died." Just as he was about to give up, Rosen's voice rang out: "If you don't become brave, no one can avenge you."

"Ah, bang!"

Amid the roar, Duanwu pulled the trigger. Blood sprayed, and the Japanese prisoner on the opposite side knelt on the ground, dead.

"Good job," Rosen said. "See, it's pretty easy, isn't it? It's like killing a chicken."