Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

A burst of flame suddenly erupted on the bluestone ground outside the house.

The shockwave and blast wave from the explosion, carrying debris and dirt, instantly sent two soldiers who were carrying a stretcher flying.

boom!

The courtyard wall exploded and a gap was blasted open.

boom!

The explosion landed right in front of the house's main entrance. The loud blast made the boy's ears ring, and even though he was under someone else, a warm stream still blew onto his face.

It's very hot, it's scorching.

The boy couldn't hear what the soldier was shouting, but he saw him waving at him. Understanding the message, the boy nimbly slipped into the cellar.

Seeing that the boy was temporarily safe, the sergeant breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, what's going on at the front? How did they let people in..." the sergeant muttered under his breath.

"All units, prepare for battle!!!"

As he spoke, he cocked his weapon with a click and rushed out of the house.

outside.

Accompanied by a crisp mechanical clanging sound, the heavy machine gun on the roof also went into firing position.

"Large enemy force in the direction of the hour of Chou (1-3 AM)!"

The only response from his comrades was the deafening roar of machine guns.

Like war drums, like thunder!

A series of dazzling lines of fire shot down from high altitude, directly into the street shrouded in night not far away.

The machine gunner couldn't hear the enemy's screams; his ears were unusually quiet, so quiet that only the machine gun's frantic roar could be heard.

Every roar represents the death of an invader in a foreign land, telling the rest that this is not a place for them.

The enemy's sporadic retaliatory fire struck the machine gun's bullet shield, clanging and sparking, adding only a few bullet holes but not enough to even make the machine gunner blink.

For a moment, the heavy machine gun fire almost completely suppressed the street corner. Taking advantage of the enemy's temporary lull in the attack, the ammunition handler next to him reloaded the machine gun with a new ammunition belt. But just then, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye—

From another concealed direction, a dark figure trailing a thin plume of white smoke hurtled towards the rooftop.

"Grenade launcher!!!"

boom!

The roaring machine gun fell silent.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three more explosions followed, instantly blasting a large hole in the roof. Amidst the scattered bricks and stones, two figures, along with their machine guns, crashed into the house.

With a loud bang, the boy hiding in the cellar was startled, so he pushed the cellar lid open a crack—

The cellar was located at the edge of the house, so his line of sight covered the entire front hall.

At this moment, one of the two people lying on the ground was completely motionless and appeared to be dead. The other was in no better condition, his face covered in blood, and it seemed that he had been hit in the lung by shrapnel.

"Cough...ho...ho..."

The other person was coughing up blood and making suffocating sounds as blood rushed into their throat, but this last struggle for life was drowned out by the sounds of gunfire outside.

The sounds of shouting and cursing were mixed in.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

The sergeant returned to the house—he had come to check on the situation after seeing that the machine gun had been destroyed by the enemy.

He glanced at one of them and gave up, then knelt down in front of the other and covered the largest wound on the other's abdomen with his hand.

"Brother, hang in there... medic! medic!"

The person lying on the ground shook his head, grabbed the sergeant's sleeve with one hand, and tremblingly took out a letter that had already been written.

After the person on the other end took the bloodstained letter, their hand fell limply to their side.

"……Hold!"

The sergeant shouted, tucked the letter away, and picked up the machine gun that had fallen to the side.

"Don't be bad... I'm begging you, please don't be fucking bad..."

The sergeant major muttered somewhat nervously as he rapidly inspected the mechanical structure of the heavy machine gun—

Fortunately, the machine gun fell straight down, with the tripod landing first, so only the internal mechanical structure suffered a minor impact, while the external cooling water tank was damaged.

Guangwu Military Industry is a trustworthy company.

"Click..."

After successfully ejecting a bullet stuck in the chamber, the machine gun returned to normal operation.

"You idiot, you just wait..."

The sergeant picked up the machine gun and was about to leave when a figure stumbled back into the courtyard.

"Master Sergeant, Master Sergeant..."

A howl suddenly descended from the sky.

"Lie down!!!"

boom!!!

The explosion landed right at the gate of the courtyard, knocking the person who came in to the ground. He collapsed across the threshold into the courtyard and died instantly.

As soon as the sergeant raised his head from behind the bunker, he saw another group of soldiers hurriedly returning to the courtyard.

"What the hell are you doing? Who told you to come back? Get back!" the sergeant major roared, his eyebrows furrowed.

"It's the mountain warfare division of Golden Wheat Ear, the sergeant major!"

"Golden wheat ears?!" The sergeant was surprised.

"There's no mistake, the soldiers led by Chen Huanfeng all wore cloth-soled shoes, while the ones on the other side are all wearing leather shoes!"

One of the sergeants, whose collar bore two shield badges, cried out urgently, "Their proportion of Awakened Ones is too high! Without heavy firepower, the brothers can't be sent there!"

"Where are the others?" the sergeant asked hastily.

"...That's all."

The sergeant major remained silent for two seconds upon hearing this.

"Hold!"

After another loud shout, the sergeant major set up his machine gun in the front hall of the building. "Spread out and take cover... Don't put two people in one spot! Do you want a grenade to take them both down with one shot?"

"All men, fix bayonets!"

"yes!"

At a command, the soldiers took their positions and began to deploy defenses throughout the courtyard, with triangular bayonets mounted on the mortar mounts.

"Damn it! My thing's not working!"

At that moment, one of the soldiers suddenly turned around anxiously and asked, "Sergeant Major, what should we do?"

"Where is it not working?"

"It looks like a rifle's ignition mechanism! I can't fix it!"

"Perfect, you'll be my ammunition handler!"

"yes!"

The soldier hurried into the house, casually setting his weapon aside, and the boy saw the "gun" clearly for the first time.

In the boy's memories of time travel, the weapon in the other person's hand actually looked very similar to a traditional bolt-action rifle from World War II.

But for some reason, it's called "gun" here, and judging from the other person's tone, "gun" also exists.

"Two technical routes?" The boy's consciousness was somewhat puzzled, but the other half of his memory obviously couldn't provide an answer to this question.

At this moment, the courtyard was briefly quiet, but this quiet only made people feel more and more suffocated.

The sergeant's breathing became increasingly rapid, as the footsteps outside grew louder and louder, accompanied by occasional utterances of incomprehensible foreign languages.

The sergeant major's eyes darted around, and he shouted again, "All men, fix bayonets!!!"

The soldiers under his command understood immediately and deliberately shook their bayonets, which had been fixed in place, making a series of "clicking" sounds.

At that moment, a figure surrounded by a shimmering white, transparent light shield suddenly appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.

A sinister smile crept across the sergeant's face.

"Fire!"

Suddenly, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck.

This weapon, known as the "heavy machine gun," unleashed extremely powerful firepower in an instant. With a tremendous roar, a rapid and brief three-round burst accurately struck the opponent.

The first bullet fired, and the light shield flashed.

The second bullet shattered the shield.

The third bullet killed him.

"Wow, the [Spirit Warrior] is gone!"

"Hahaha, you brainless bastard, hahaha!"

"Chen Huan's bastard, he understands a couple of sentences from Emperor Guangwu's language and thinks he's human!"

"That's enough! That's enough! I've gotten my money's worth!"

Clearly, the sergeant major's exceptional marksmanship brought an unexpected surprise; a simple trick directly killed a high-ranking enemy unit on the battlefield.

"All troops, drop the bombs!"

With the sergeant's command, wooden-handled grenades were thrown over the wall, followed by a series of explosions and the roar of heavy machine guns.

"Bang bang bang..."

Heavy machine guns opened fire repeatedly, streaks of fire piercing through the brick walls of the courtyard. Screams and curses mingled with the muffled thuds of bullets hitting flesh, echoing endlessly outside the courtyard.

"Hold the courtyard tight and protect the wounded!"

The sergeant major, his voice hoarse from shouting, forcefully drowned out the sound of gunfire and roared, pressing his advantage, "The Glorious Empire!"

The crowd shouted, "Our military fortunes will surely prosper!!!"

Compared to the high morale of the people inside the courtyard, those outside were clearly stunned and fell into some kind of chaos.

But then, the outside suddenly became quiet.

The sergeant's expression hardened, and he muttered, "Damn it..."

tom tom tom...

"hidden!!!"

Several oval-shaped projectiles, trailing thin white smoke, flew over the courtyard wall and landed directly inside the courtyard.

Flames rose, and a series of explosions kicked up billowing smoke and dust.

Immediately afterwards, several agile figures scaled the wall and stormed into the courtyard.

The machine gun opened fire instantly, a two-round burst taking down one man in a flash.

The sergeant major, who was hiding in the house, was least affected by the explosion. His machine gun was not suppressed much, and his extremely skilled two-round bursts were highly efficient. Within a few breaths, several people were killed.

However, more and more people are climbing over the wall to get in.

These men, wielding menacing spears, moved with extreme speed and quickly engaged in a brutal and bloody hand-to-hand combat with the remaining guards in the courtyard.

"kill!!!"

One of the Guangwu soldiers roared and thrust forward, but could only watch helplessly as his bayonet missed its mark, and then the enemy's flipped spear blade cleaved his throat.

Before the other party could even feel happy, a three-edged blade pierced right through him from behind...

The two sides were locked in combat, but the sergeant major's marksmanship was superb. His machine gun was not hindered by the situation, and he continued to fire, each sharp double burst taking the life of an enemy.

But the number of enemies in the courtyard continued to grow.

Just then, taking advantage of the sergeant major's inattention, several cylindrical pottery jars were thrown at the doorway of the house.

In an instant, thick plumes of grayish-white smoke suddenly appeared, completely blocking the sergeant major's view.

The sergeant was startled and quickly abandoned the machine gun, jumping to the side.

The next moment, a grenade shot straight into the front hall.

whoosh...

boom!

A huge fireball exploded inside the room, igniting the surrounding wooden furniture.

The ammunition handler next to him reacted a beat too slow and was hit squarely, instantly falling silent. A small shrapnel fragment grazed the sergeant's left cheek, leaving a deep gash.

But the sergeant seemed completely oblivious, and with a gurgle, he flipped himself up and picked up the weapon that had fallen to the side.

At that moment, heavy footsteps approached, and a spear blade emerged from the smoke.

The enemy is coming.

Without a roar or any warning, the sharp bayonet pierced the chest of the newcomer like a venomous snake—the highly experienced sergeant major, using the smoke as cover, successfully took down several men in a short time.

Just then, a swift figure attacked.

Before the sergeant's bayonet could be pulled from another man's chest, a gun blade cleaved through the smoke and came crashing down on his head.

The sergeant was startled and had to abandon his rifle, staggering back two steps. But he pulled out a much shorter pistol from his waist and instantly released the safety.

A foreign soldier fully revealed himself, brandishing his gun blade, and charged straight at the sergeant major.

"Go to hell!" (Northern dialect of the Chenhuan Empire)

boom!

The response was a loud firing sound, like a slap across the other side's face.

A line of fire shot out, but in the heat of the moment, it only hit the opponent's shoulder.

"Well……"

The soldier from Chenhuan let out a muffled groan and fired his gun, but in his haste, his aim was also poor. After a burst of conspicuous white smoke, the bullet grazed the sergeant's side and missed.

The sergeant was forced to twist his body, losing the chance to fire a second shot.

The soldier from Chenhuan reacted incredibly quickly, adjusting his posture and striking the sergeant's wrist with the butt of his rifle.

"what!"

With a snap, the sergeant's pistol was knocked from his hand and fell to the ground.

Chen Huan's soldiers' eyes lit up, and they swung the cloth over their heads.

The sergeant deftly dodged to the side, and the opponent, whose movements were slightly distorted due to pain, missed with his gun blade.

At this moment, the unarmed sergeant rushed forward, grabbing the gun barrel of the opponent's gun blade with both hands, trying to take the opportunity to disarm him, but... the opponent was very strong, and even though he was injured, he failed.

Thus, a tug-of-war ensued between the two sides over a single gun blade.

After stumbling and scrambling around the room several times, the sergeant major was clearly at a disadvantage.

An unusual aura erupted from the other party, pinning the sergeant's body firmly against the wall. His uninjured hand gripped the gun blade, while his injured arm slowly reached for the short knife at his waist.

The sergeant's situation was becoming increasingly dangerous; the enemy's dagger was already drawn.

Just then, a small figure quietly appeared behind the Chen Huan soldiers.

At this moment, the boy's mind was in complete disarray—one half of his consciousness was already terrified, but the other half was surging with intense fighting spirit.

Half cowardly, half brave.

Half confused, half calm.

But in the end, the latter took the lead. The part of the consciousness belonging to the transmigrator forcefully twisted the boy's slightly trembling body and quietly crawled out of the cellar.

The boy examined the weapon in his hand and then raised the pistol with some trembling. He didn't yet understand the principles of weaponry in this world or how to use it, but fortunately, the weapon was already ready to fire.

All he has to do is pull the trigger.