Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

Across the street.

A large window on the first floor was violently smashed open, revealing a dark, gaping cannon muzzle.

A Guangwu military officer wearing a peaked cap, panting, adjusted his hat, his charred face revealing only two rows of teeth.

A small-caliber infantry gun has finally been deployed.

"Hurry! Get the hell out of here! Prepare one high-explosive shotgun shell!"

"Loading complete!"

"Ready...fire!"

boom!!!

A stream of fire swept across the street and crashed into the entrance of the small courtyard.

This process of changing the unit of measurement for enemy soldiers from "individuals" to "shoals" resulted in secondary damage after the bloodshed.

While the Chenhuan people's rifle grenades were indeed powerful, they had a drawback: they required a time-delay fuse to be lit beforehand.

Blood debts must be repaid in blood, so the timing of this shelling was just right.

None of these grenades had a chance to be fired before they fell to the ground after being swept by the iron torrent and then exploded all at once.

In an instant, several fireballs rose up simultaneously.

Mo Zian shrank back the moment he saw the flames; the huge explosion nearly made his heart jump out of his chest.

When he looked up again, a section of the outer wall of the courtyard had completely collapsed.

Outside the courtyard wall lay a pile of burning corpses.

Just as a soldier from Chenhuan, on the verge of exploding, was slowly getting up from the ground, a bullet pierced his skull.

Pull the bolt, fire.

Mo Zian aimed his sights at a point some distance away, where a figure wearing a pointed helmet had just peeked out of the window.

boom!

A streak of fire pierced through the flames, precisely striking the opponent's head, sending a trail of red and white debris flying across the land they shouldn't have set foot on.

boom!

Yet another one, a fugitive from the previous explosion, has been named.

Mo Zian pulled the trigger handle, and a pungent smell, different from the gunpowder of his previous life, wafted out of the chamber, accompanied by tiny specks of light dust.

He took bullets out of his pocket, loaded them into the chamber one by one, and then rotated the cocking handle to lock the barrel, his weapon ready once again.

At this moment, Chen Huan's army regrouped.

One after another, fierce-looking Chenhuan soldiers surged into the street, and it looked like they were about to surround the courtyard again.

Mo Zian gripped the pistol tightly and aimed again.

boom!

However, this bullet did not come from Mo Zian.

Immediately following was a dense line of fire that covered the streets.

All the bullets pierced the invaders' bodies, as if telling Mo Zian that he was not fighting alone.

At this moment, a loud bugle call resounded throughout the entire battlefield—the bugle call was so familiar and dear to Mo Zian, and it made his blood boil!

"kill……"

The battle cries shook the heavens, and one by one, the Guangwu soldiers clad in black military robes appeared—

They moved swiftly and advanced rapidly, quickly seizing many advantageous positions and engaging in fierce firefights with the newly arrived Chen Huan soldiers throughout the entire block, including the courtyard.

Lines of fire streaked through the air, and casualties were mutual, but the weapons and marksmanship of the Chenhuan people were clearly at a disadvantage—more bullets pierced the bodies of the Chenhuan soldiers, and many of them fell to the dense barrage as soon as they entered the street corner.

"Where's the air cavalry support? Why aren't those old bastards here yet?" (Chen Huan Northern Dialect)

"And the Iron Priest? Where did the Iron Priest go? (Chenhuan Northern Dialect)"

At that moment, a faint engine hum came from the horizon, as if in response to Chen Huanren's words.

But upon hearing this sound, all the enemies' faces turned grim.

"Retreat, retreat, get into the bunker! Get into the bunker quickly!" (Chenhuan Northern Dialect)

"Didn't they say there's no airport for the Guangwu people around here?" (Chenhuan Northern Dialect)

"Stop looking! Our air force is finished!" (Chenhuan Northern Dialect)

Several biplanes suddenly appeared high in the sky. Their silhouettes were indistinct in the pre-dawn night, but the dazzling streaks of fire they left behind resembled gleaming blades, slicing through the night and cutting down their enemies.

The Chenhuan soldiers riding some kind of giant falcon couldn't keep up with the speed of the fighter jets, and their firepower was also a level below. They were falling down like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Within minutes, the number of these enemies was reduced by nearly a quarter.

"[Crane-1]! It's [Crane-1]! Wuhu! Brothers, reinforcements from Muguan have arrived!"

Guangwu's soldiers began to slowly advance, while the invading Chenhuan army was defeated and almost retreated from the entire street.

But they are still putting up a stubborn resistance by relying on the makeshift front they have set up on the other side.

Then an even heavier roar of engines echoed across the battlefield.

With a loud bang.

A steel tank with a turret crashed through a low wall and entered the battlefield from the other side of the street. Mo Zian's gaze passed through the gap in the courtyard wall, and he recognized it at a glance. This thing was almost exactly the same as the tank from World War II in his previous life.

inside the car.

"This is the [Taotie-1] Iron Tiger, number two, now at its designated position, commencing its counterattack mission!"

The train commander, wearing a noise-canceling helmet, put down his communicator and aimed his periscope at the firing point of the Chen Huan people hidden inside a building.

"At 1:15 PM, at an elevation of 3, fire one high-explosive round. Ready!"

"receive!"

A chorus of responses came from inside the vehicle, and a strong ammunition handler took a fixed shell with a red-tipped warhead from the ammunition magazine and loaded it into the breech.

With a loud bang, the cannon barrel closed.

"High-explosive round, loading complete!"

Meanwhile, the gunner was frantically turning the hydraulically assisted mechanical crank, and the turret on the Iron Tiger began to slowly rotate, like the hands of a clock in Death Note, aiming at the direction that was about to bring death.

"Aiming complete!"

"fire!!!"

"boom!"

The roar of artillery fire raised billows of smoke and dust.

One of Chen Huan's firing positions immediately went silent.

At this moment, in the street, a Guangwu soldier ran and fought, and was the first to enter the small courtyard. He immediately saw Mo Zian, who was still setting up his musket.

"My goodness, what's this doll? Hey! Doll, don't just stand there, come over here!"

The soldier ran towards Mo Zi'an, waving and shouting, "Come out! Baby! Come out quickly! The beam is about to burn down, come out quickly!!! I'll protect you! Hurry!"

But just then, several bullets came flying through a gap in the wall, forcing the soldiers to stop and seek cover.

"Damn it, you son of a bitch..."

"Come out quickly! Baby! Come out quickly..."

A huge collapse sound suddenly came.

A burning beam, mixed with bricks and stones, crashed down and landed at Mo Zian's feet, who had just stood up.

The distance from the window to the door is only about seven or eight steps for an adult, but at this moment it feels as far as an insurmountable chasm.

The burning wood chips turned into a rain of fire that fell and ignited Mo Zian's clothes.

Another collapse sound came.

A burning wooden beam fell directly in front of Mo Zian, blocking his path.

"quick……"

The shouts outside grew fainter and fainter. Mo Zian slowly raised his head, and a piece of broken brick hurled at his head.