One man's resistance against Japan, I mobilized a million people to aid Shanghai.

"Old Zhu, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and start hitting him!"

Seeing Zhu Yong lying on the sandbag grinning foolishly, his comrade Zhou Dazhu couldn't help but punch him.

Zhu Yong was jolted awake from his joy.

With the system, he is now full of energy. He is a special forces soldier. If he kills 100,000 Japanese soldiers, he can have 100,000 special forces clones.

That would turn the tide of the entire War of Resistance against Japan.

"Damn it, a one-man war? Then let's slaughter these damn Japanese pigs!"

Zhu Yong's eyes turned cold in an instant; at that moment, he once again became the god of death on the battlefield.

Zhu Yong had previously undergone extremely intense combat training during his special forces training and selection process.

Therefore, he was extremely familiar with guns, and in his eyes, the movements of these living targets in front of him began to slow down.

He picked up the gun at his feet and aimed it directly at the Japanese soldiers.

boom!

About 150 meters away, a Japanese soldier who had just poked his head out was shot squarely between the eyebrows by Zhu Yong.

After killing the Japanese soldier, Zhu Yong did not react at all. He quickly pulled the bolt and chambered another round.

Then another shot was fired, and another Japanese soldier who tried to attack them from the side was once again blown to the head by Zhu Yong.

Then another shot was fired. Zhu Yong didn't fire very fast, having fully mastered the characteristics of the gun.

But almost every time a gunshot rang out, a Japanese soldier fell down in the distance.

He specifically targets those who might pose a threat to them; anyone who shows their face is shot in the head as soon as he spots them.

Under such a vigorous attack, every Japanese soldier who came into Zhu Yong's sight was killed in the blink of an eye.

In one gulp, Zhu Yong killed thirteen Japanese soldiers.

Zhou Dazhu, who was standing nearby, watched the whole thing and was completely shocked.

This was completely different from the somewhat introverted person he usually knew, who even had only average shooting skills.

But he didn't find it strange. For them, as long as they could fight the Japanese, no amount of fighting power was surprising.

What shocked Zhou Dazhu was that he hit the bullseye every time. After all, aiming at the Japanese was one thing, but being able to hit the Japanese with one shot, especially under such complicated circumstances, was another.

This was the first time he had ever seen something so unlikely, and he realized that he must not have observed Zhu Yong carefully enough.

He had no idea that such tremendous progress had already taken place in him, and then he was filled with excitement.

If Zhu Yong can continue to perform so consistently, then those Japanese soldiers on the other side are in for a tough time.

He then stopped observing and began firing wildly at the Japanese soldiers with his gun.

The situation on the battlefield is always changing rapidly, and the Japanese soldiers had clearly noticed Zhu Yong's firing position.

Moreover, among those killed by Zhu Yong were several machine gunners.

The Japanese major who witnessed all of this was extremely angry. His carefully arranged fire network had already lost several very important firing positions under Zhu Yong's sniping.

Every time a member of the machine gun crew was replaced, he would take them down, which was an utter disgrace. He felt that his dignity had been severely trampled upon.

He was extremely angry, his face contorted into a liverish color, and then he suddenly drew his command sword, pointing it in the direction where Zhu Yong was hiding.

With all his might, he let out a beast-like roar, "Get me the grenade launcher, fire in this direction, take out that sniper, blow that Chinese soldier to pieces!"

As he brandished his command sword and roared, he forgot that while he was staring intently in that direction, Zhu Yong was also staring intently at him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Yong sensed the threat and slightly raised the muzzle of his gun, instantly locking onto the major's figure.

Then he pulled the trigger, and the bullet left the barrel, hitting the major precisely in the head.

The bullet flew out from behind his head, bringing with it a mass of flesh and blood, and the Japanese major's roar came to an abrupt halt.

His gesture of wielding the sword froze in mid-air, his eyes widening in disbelief, before he fell straight to the ground.

Xie Jinyuan, who was observing the entire battle, noticed this scene. He shouted, "Well done! Absolutely brilliant! That's a major!"

"Tell the men in the first battalion to give this sharpshooter a good reward and tell him to keep taking out the enemy's heavy firepower points. I'll reward him handsomely."

Unlike the jubilant scene on the First Battalion's side, the Japanese soldiers on the other side were gripped by extreme terror.

They hadn't expected the sniper on the other side to be so skilled.

Not only were they unerringly accurate, but they were also able to target their major, killing him instantly from such a distance. They were terrified.

Fearing that he would soon become the next victim, he experienced a brief period of panic and chaos.

Because the supreme commander was killed in action, the next Japanese soldier under him immediately took his place.

With bloodshot eyes, he roared at the Japanese soldiers behind him, "Bombard! Give them bombardment! Destroy that land! Bomb those Chinese pigs to death! Bomb them all to death right here!"

Less than two minutes later, the piercing sound of artillery shells began to come from the sky.

The battalion looked up and saw the shells flying towards them.

"Bombard! Take cover! Take cover!" The shouts of warnings from officers and veterans at all levels instantly echoed throughout the entire position.

But it was too late.

Boom boom boom,

Huge explosions rang out one after another on the First Battalion's position, and black smoke, mixed with fire and dirt, shot into the sky.

The battlefield, which had just been cheering for Zhu Yong's killing of the major, instantly transformed into a bloody hell.

The sandbags, timber, and bricks they had hidden were blown away by the shells.

The place they used as cover could not withstand such devastation and began to collapse. Some of the soldiers inside were completely buried under the rubble before they could even escape.

Everywhere there were heart-wrenching screams: "My leg! My leg is broken!"

"My arm, my arm is broken."

These desperate cries echoed around from time to time, and some people were blown into a cloud of blood mist before they could even utter their last scream.

Meanwhile, the shells continued to bombard them relentlessly, and they could only watch helplessly as these explosive shells hurtled towards them.

Besides taking cover and minimizing casualties, there was nothing else they could do. Under such intense bombardment, the battalion suffered heavy casualties, with severed limbs and broken bodies scattered everywhere.