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Chapter 11 The Japanese official!

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    "It's really dangerous! Fortunately, I traveled through time on a Japanese soldier! Otherwise, he might have been bombed to death in less than a day!"

    Fang Tianlang was sitting in the corner, holding a small mirror in his hand. Although he saw a completely unfamiliar face, there was no obstacle for modern people who had read countless fantasy time travel and rebirth novels.

    ¡°Oh my God, there are so many more!¡±

    "System! Is this what I want to collect?!"

    A page flashed in Fang Tianlang's mind, and various weapons and ammunition flashed out in different categories. The icons of the found weapons and ammunition will dim while those that have not yet been collected are in a shiny state.

    "Asian battlefields, European battlefields, World War II, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, the Gulf War. Oh my God, all these weapons and ammunition have to be found. I will have to spend every day on the battlefield for the rest of my life!"

    "In order to live forever, well I fought hard! Haha it's worth it!"

    There were noisy footsteps beside him, and a dozen soldiers moved forward along the alleyway for reinforcements.

    The U.S. military¡¯s counterattack firepower destroyed some fire support points, and new soldiers must be added to reinforce them. Any fire support point must be maintained as long as possible in order to shoot more U.S. soldiers everywhere.

    "Fight! Fight! Follow us!"

    A hand stretched out in the darkness, and Fang Tianlang was pulled up and ran forward.

    Snipers are the soldiers that commanders at all levels like to see most. An excellent sniper can shoot high-value targets from four to five hundred meters away. An effective shooting position can kill more than a dozen targets in a day.

    The air was filled with a burning smell, and a large fire flashed in the distance.

    The U.S. military suffered continuous setbacks and began to use flamethrowers and "Bazooka" rocket launchers to carry out point-to-point bombardments on caves everywhere.

    The U.S. military commander finally understood that only by completely blowing up a cave or filling it with flowing flames can the repeated interception of firepower be prevented. If the shooter is killed only a few minutes later, a new shooter will appear and continue to fire ammunition.

    "boom¡­"

    Fang Tianlang pulled the trigger, and an American flamethrower three hundred meters away was shot in the leg and fell to the ground.

    "Haha! A blind cat meets a dead mouse!"

    "I hit an American enemy! It wouldn't be bad to train as a sharpshooter and move to other war zones!"

    "One more bang!"

    Another 7.7x58mm rifle bullet was fired from the muzzle, and a figure immediately fell in the distance. A US soldier was shot in the arm and fell to the ground, calling for medical personnel to stop the bleeding.

    "I change positions! I see a high-value target!"

    Fang Tianlang stood up and ran into the alleyway. The Japanese commander behind him shouted loudly at the departing figure.

    "Excellent! Warrior of the Empire! Very accurate!"

    "Accurate? It doesn't exist! The two shots just now were blinded! Well find a safe place to practice marksmanship! There are enough bullets!"

    Fang Tianlang touched the ammunition box on his body. There were about a hundred bullets in the box and there were several packs of shotguns in his backpack. It would be good to shoot out all the bullets to practice his marksmanship.

    We will have to fight hard in other wars in the future, and having good marksmanship is more meaningful than any golden finger.

    There was still only a faint light in the alleyway. Fang Tianlang ran through a cave and asked immediately when he saw a large pile of ammunition boxes and several soldiers responsible for managing ammunition.

    "Do you have any 7.7mm rifle bullets? I killed six American soldiers! Including a commander!"

    "Yes! Warrior! You are the warrior of the empire!"

    A soldier opened a wooden box, reached inside and took out a dozen packs of shotguns and put them into the backpack behind Fang Tianlang.

    "Do you have any cans?! I forgot to eat at noon!"

    "Yes! Wait a moment!"

    Another soldier walked a few steps quickly, took out a few boxes of cans and some other food from a box and put them into a cloth bag. As long as the battle started and a soldier was killed, there would be an unlimited supply of food, and he could not finish it anyway.

    "Thank you! Definitely win!"

    Fang Tianlang left quickly with a bag full of food. He walked three to four hundred meters in the alleyway and found a cave that was not easily hit by US firepower. He hid in it and shot steadily, regardless of whether he could hit the target or not. This would improve his shooting accuracy.  Therefore, a good shooter must require a lot of bullets to cultivate.

    The barrel of the gun protruded from the crack in the rock, and bullets were shot out one after another.

    Fang Tianlang calmly fired a bullet at a dead tree in the distance every few dozen seconds to let himself experience the shooting skills. There are many shooting theories.They all have in their minds that as long as they develop their hand, they can achieve success.

    There are more and more shell casings on the ground, the sky is getting darker, and the explosion fireballs in the distance are still rising in all directions.

    Fang Tianlang¡¯s shooting position was almost 500 meters away from the area with the most intense firefights and basically would not be directly attacked by the heavy firepower of the US military.

    The most terrifying fire-breathing tank of the US military has a maximum range of only about 100 meters. Five hundred meters is definitely a safe distance, and there will be no problem even if it stays for a day.

    "Oh! How many targets have you shot?!"

    There was a sudden inquiry from behind him, and Fang Tianlang turned his head and saw a face with a vague impression.

    "Holy shit! High-ranking Japanese official! Tadamichi Kuribayashi! The supreme commander of Iwo Jima!"

    "Don't be nervous! Don't get up! Don't expose your body!"

    Tadashi Kuribayashi was half-kneeling on the ground, looking a little surprised when he saw the bullet casings lying on the ground.

    "Your Excellency, Commander! I shot and killed thirty-nine American soldiers! Including two commanders!"

    "What?! So many!"

    Kuribayashi Tadamichi showed a happy expression, and several commanders behind him also looked happy. Although there are not many snipers, if one person can shoot dozens of American soldiers in a day, he can wipe out an opponent's infantry company in three or four days.

    "For the Empire! I can kill so many every day!"

    Fang Tianlang clenched his fists hard. No one knew he was bragging at this time.

    "Great! You are more powerful than a heavy cannon! Can you perform a show?! Well the light is a little dark now."

    Tadamichi Kuribayashi took a pair of binoculars and looked out through the gaps between the rocks.

    "It's about six hundred meters away! There is a U.S. signal soldier, did you see it? There is a signal soldier next to him!"

    "I saw it! I'll shoot now! If I hit, I can drink sake! Continue the attack tomorrow!"

    Fang Tianlang nodded. He had already developed some skills by shooting more than two hundred bullets throughout the afternoon. If he was not too unlucky, he should have a chance to hit one.

    "boom¡­"

    A bullet roared out, and a second later a stream of blood popped out from the back of the US signal soldier in the distance. Most of the US soldiers lying on the ground were shot in the back. Only when the attack was advancing, they were shot in the front.

    "Forty! This is the fortieth target I hit today!"

    Fang Tianlang let out a long breath. Shooting a real target is indeed a different feeling than shooting a rock. Seeing the target rolling in pain in the scope will definitely shock the soul and make the shooter's nerves become colder and firmer.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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