Courtyard House: I only wiped out 30,000 Japanese pirates

The third bullet struck less than five meters behind him, and the shockwave threw him out from behind the large rock. His golden armor protected him from the direct damage of the shrapnel, but he couldn't withstand the force of the shockwave.

He Dajun was so shaken that he tumbled twice before stopping, his head buzzing and his vision going black.

At the same time, I felt more and more uneasy.

The mortars below the slope continued to bombard, shells pounding the top and surface of the slope one after another, turning the steep slope into a plowed-out mess.

He Dajun lay prone on the hilltop, feeling the strength within his body being shaken out from between his bones by the repeated explosions. The golden armor icon was gone.

This means that the rare Golden Armor's protective skill has been completely used up.

He Dajun lay on the top of the slope, his fingers digging into the frozen soil, trying to keep his body close to the ground.

Mortar shells continued to rain down, explosions echoing one after another, scattering rocks and filling the air with dust across the steep slope. The withered grass on the slope caught fire, the flames flickering in the night wind, illuminating the top of the slope in an intermittent way.

He reached out and touched his back.

My clothes were torn in several places by shrapnel, and there was a wound on my right shoulder blade. It stung painfully when I pressed it with my finger, but there was no bleeding.

It must have been the precious golden armor that shielded him from the fatal wound at the last moment, at the cost of his skills becoming completely ineffective.

Now he is truly a mortal being, and if he were to be blown up by a mortar, he would be no different from any other soldier lying on this hilltop.

At this point, the mortar fire finally stopped.

The infantry began to charge upwards.

He Dajun lay prone at the edge of the slope, looking down. In the darkness, he could see a dark mass of Japanese soldiers in steel helmets below.

The helmets reflected a dark green light in the firelight. There were at least two hundred people, divided into four or five rows, bending over and carrying guns as they climbed up the slope.

Their tactical maneuvers were very standard. They advanced while covering each other, with machine gunners following behind the infantry. Every time they climbed up a section of the hill, they would stop and fire a burst of bullets, which would hit the gravel at the top of the hill and send up sparks.

He Dajun touched his waist; there were countless grenades, but they were just grenades, so he figured it would be difficult to find them.

We need to evacuate quickly.

Without hesitation, he pulled the pin on the first grenade, waited two seconds, and hurled it towards the densest group of helmets at the bottom of the slope. The grenade exploded in mid-air, shrapnel raining down, and three or four Japanese soldiers screamed as they tumbled down the slope.

The second one exploded in mid-air, overturning five or six more.

He threw the third one directly down the slope next to a Type 96 machine gun that was firing.

At that moment, the sound of the explosion overlapped with the sound of machine gun fire. The Type 96 machine gun went silent, and the machine gunner was blown to the ground next to the machine gun.

After throwing three grenades, the Japanese soldiers at the bottom of the slope paused for less than a minute before quickly regrouping and charging again at the command of their officers.

This time they spread out even further, climbing up in pairs, taking turns providing cover, with each pair spaced seven or eight meters apart.

He Dajun knew they were afraid of hand grenades, and that spreading out their formation would minimize the lethality of shrapnel.

He exchanged for ten more grenades.

Soon, all ten grenades were thrown again.

At that moment, He Dajun had a "ding" in his mind.

[The system has been upgraded to Level 2. Heavy weapon exchange privileges have been unlocked.]

Type 92 heavy machine gun, required points to redeem: 100,000.

He Dajun was stunned for a moment. One hundred thousand. He currently had more than five million points, so one hundred thousand was just a drop in the ocean.

So it's not that you don't have enough points, but that you don't have enough permissions.

There was a section on the system interface that he had never looked at before, labeled "Heavy Weapons," which had always been grayed out.

The heavy weapon icon is now lit up.

He Dajun lay on the hilltop, his fingers rapidly scrolling through the list of redeemable resources on the system interface.

And without hesitation, they chose to redeem.

A heavy machine gun appeared out of thin air in front of him. The gun body was made of dark gray metal, the barrel was thick and long, the bipod was on the ground, and the ammunition belt hung down from the side feed port, glistening in the firelight.

The gun still retained the slight warmth unique to items redeemed through the system, as if it had just been taken out of the warehouse.

He Dajun grabbed the gun handle and shoved the bipod into the pile of rubble at the top of the slope.

He aimed his gun at the dense cluster of helmets below the slope and pulled the trigger.

Unlike the crisp "rat-a-tat-tat" sound of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, the gunshot of the Type 92 heavy machine gun was a dull, heavy "thump-thump-thump."

Each sound was like someone smashing a metal plate with a sledgehammer.

The bullets weren't fired in bursts, but in rapid succession, like a red-hot iron bar being hurled from the top of the slope downhill, practically scattering a huge area.

It's like casting a net; wherever it sweeps, a patch of land collapses.

The dozen or so Japanese soldiers at the front were riddled with bullets almost instantly. Their bodies were thrown backward by the impact of the bullets, and they rolled down the slope before they could even scream.

Those behind quickly lay down, but the slope was too steep; even lying down didn't protect them from the overhead fire.

Even the pebbles and bullet fragments kicked up by bullets hitting the ground can still injure people.

Some people were screaming, some were shouting, and some were cowering behind bushes, not daring to lift their heads.

After firing the first ammunition belt, He Dajun pushed the bolt to the side and reloaded the next ammunition belt.

His finger was firmly on the trigger, and his breathing was steady, a stark contrast to when he was firing a trebuchet on the Lugou Bridge.

Back then, he was alone on the bridge, facing a dense swarm of Japanese soldiers, but his hands trembled and he was afraid. Now, his hands don't tremble anymore, and he's not afraid anymore.

When he pulled the trigger, he had only one thought in his mind: I'm a time traveler, I have a system, I've killed a thousand Japanese soldiers, and the remaining thousand or so of you are not enough for me to kill.

Of course, it's also because He Dajun is now in superb physical condition. Normally, a machine gunner would be unable to withstand the shock after firing a few thousand rounds, and his hands would ache.

He Dajun wouldn't do that; after taking the Life Elixir, his physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people.

After the second ammunition belt was used up, no fewer than fifty Japanese soldiers had fallen down the slope.

The remaining Japanese soldiers dared not charge any further uphill and began to retreat downhill.

Some people dragged their injured companions back up, while others ran straight downhill, and the formation completely broke up.

The officer down the slope was still waving his saber and shouting, but no one was listening to him anymore.

After that, the Japanese began firing mortars wildly again.

He Dajun continued to fire wildly at the mortar, which soon fell silent.

It's estimated that He Dajun killed all of these mortar crewmen.

At this moment, He Dajun was sitting behind the heavy machine gun, panting heavily, his ears filled with the buzzing sound of the machine gun fire.

This thing is powerful, but it also has a lot of recoil. After firing two belts of ammunition, both of his arms were shaking, and his chest was numb from the butt of the gun.

He leaned against the pile of rubble for a few seconds to recover, then picked up his gun again and looked down the slope through the sights.

Of course, they didn't start firing immediately.

He was waiting for the Japanese to reorganize their charge, for them to get closer, and for his burst of bullets to kill the most people before pulling the trigger.

Sure enough, the Japanese soldiers down the slope began to regroup.

Some were shouting commands, others were blowing whistles, and the scattered soldiers were regrouped.

He Dajun aimed at the officer who was giving the command, but did not pull the trigger immediately. He was waiting for more men to arrive.

This way, the Japanese soldiers will die even faster.