allonlinenovel Chapter 732: Overdraft of 2 Merit Points, Is It Really Worth It?
Chapter 732: Overdraft of 2 Merit Points, Is It Really Worth It?
Shards of steel and flesh flew through the air, collided, and fell.
The strong wind brought by the shock wave, mixed with the smell of blood and burnt internal organs, swept across the entire battlefield!
The Japanese soldiers who had been charging fiercely just a second ago were now completely plunged into a primitive, deep fear! They lay on the ground, their mouths wide open in horror, their ears buzzing, and their eyes temporarily blinded by the bright light.
Even the supervising officers forgot to order a charge, completely stunned by this attack from an unknown source, beyond their comprehension! The entire Japanese offensive stalled!
In this shocking silence and chaos, under the cover of the lingering shock wave and the diffuse smoke, mixed with the strange metal aerosol produced by the missile explosion, several ghostly figures coordinated with tactics at a speed that ordinary people could hardly achieve.
He rushed in like lightning from the ruins of a house that had not yet completely collapsed at the edge of the battlefield!
Six figures flashed by like ghosts! They were dressed in camouflage uniforms that blended in with the surrounding rubble. Their slender figures and swift and silent movements were completely out of place on the battlefield of 1937.
On the head is an advanced modular tactical helmet that integrates night vision and thermal imaging capabilities.
In their hands, they held a machine gun with a large-capacity drum magazine, a precision rifle equipped with a silencer and an advanced scope, and one of them carried a heavy disposable rocket launcher on his shoulder, a complete helmet communication system, a light level 4 bulletproof vest with inserts covering his shoulder armor and chest, and stun grenades and smoke grenades hanging on his chest.
The angle of their attack was also extremely tricky. They advanced rapidly with the help of the ruins. Their target was very clear, pointing directly at Yao Ziqing, who had just struggled to get up from the shock of the shock wave in the ruins and had been stunned by this attack that was beyond his cognition!
"Target confirmed! Cover the breakthrough!" The team leader's deep voice sounded through the advanced internal communication system and bone conduction headphones.
The machine gunner and the grenadier with the M320 grenade launcher hanging on their waists immediately took advantage of the high ground, spewing out low and swift tongues of fire from the muzzles of their guns, and the bullets were processed at subsonic speeds.
Puff, puff, puff! A few faint gunshots rang out, drowned out by the noise of the battlefield.
Several Japanese soldiers who had just come to their senses and tried to raise their guns to aim at Yao Ziqing or the squad fell down, with horrific blood flowers blooming on their heads and chests.
The modern weapons in the hands of the team members have a fast rate of fire, high accuracy and strong penetration. The Japanese army's thin helmets and Type 38 rifles are like thin paper in the face of such surprise firepower!
Several stun grenades and flash bombs were launched and accurately dropped into areas where Japanese troops were more concentrated.
"Puff... Puff..." The unique sound of a silencer firing.
"Bang! Bang!" The sound of stun grenades exploded.
The strong light and loud noise were superimposed on the terrifying shock of the missile that had not yet dissipated, making the already chaotic Japanese army even worse.
Two smoke bombs were thrown, and after a few breaths, they exploded between Yao Ziqing and the main attack direction of the Japanese army, forming a brief but effective cover.
The three members of the core assault team rushed into the core area like cheetahs.
One person was on guard at the periphery, while the other used precise short bursts of fire to deal with the enemy holding a knife in front of Yao Ziqing. The dull sound of the silencer was like the whisper of death in his ear.
The third team member, who seemed to be a medical soldier and assaulter, rushed to Yao Ziqing like a whirlwind.
Yao Ziqing was stunned by the unprecedented deadly firepower that fell from the sky, actually shot from the corner of the ruins!
Looking at the fallen Japanese soldiers and the "warrior" in strange clothes and inhuman equipment rushing in front of him, his expression was filled with extreme shock, confusion and strong vigilance instinct.
These people have Western faces... ! ! !
Could it be those foreigners in the concession? Why are their weapons so powerful!!!
He even suspected that it was an illusion caused by his near-death experience.
"Hold on, Captain Yao! We'll take you away!" The voice was cold, and the Chinese pronunciation was stiff, with unquestionable certainty.
The medical soldier ignored Yao Ziqing's subconscious resistance and doubts and moved as fast as lightning.
He took out a thick automatic syringe from his tactical carrying equipment, and with a "pop" sound, injected it into the uninjured part of Yao Ziqing's thigh, and the powerful battlefield first aid medicine was instantly injected.
At the same time, the other hand quickly spread out a miniature ultra-light composite folding stretcher on the ground.
"Who are you?! Let me go! My soldiers..." Yao Ziqing roared and struggled, his eyes fixed on the battlefield behind him which was soaked in blood and where countless corpses of his brothers lay.
"Only by staying alive can we have a chance for revenge! Retreat quickly!" The medical soldier's voice was firm.
The assaulter, the person who had saved Yao Ziqing with a single shot, and the teammates who were guarding the perimeter immediately stepped forward. The three of them worked together and used extremely standard battlefield wounded lifting techniques to carefully move Yao Ziqing's heavy body onto the stretcher and quickly secured it with straps.
"Clear! Moving! Cover us!" the team leader ordered again.
The suppressive fire from machine guns and rifles formed a fire net, blocking the Japanese troops in the distance who were still in shock but began to fire back sporadically.
The team of six, two of them carried the stretcher, and the remaining four formed a diamond-shaped cover formation, taking turns shooting and providing cover. With astonishing speed and tactical skills, they quickly disappeared into the ruins and smoke on the east side as they had come.
All they left behind were dozens of dead Japanese soldiers, a group of surviving Japanese soldiers who were completely stunned and at a loss as to what had just happened, and the smell of gunpowder lingering in the air from the unfamiliar ammunition that came with their weapons.
There was also a yellow signal stick on the ground emitting a faint heat, indicating the direction for them to evacuate.
This is the opposite direction of the missile explosion just now...
The next moment...
Death returns, a sharp whistle descends from the sky... Judgment returns to the earth...
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Underground operations room of Tianjin Military Police Headquarters.
On the huge screen, in a corner of the Baoshan Town scene, a team's yellow evacuation marker was flashing and moving quickly.
Makarov leaned forward with his hands on the edge of the control terminal, admiring the real-time images of the evacuation operation and the chaotic Japanese army, as if the end of the world was coming.
There was still that sinister smile on his lips, and a hint of almost intoxicated appreciation for the perfect combination of destruction and control flashed in his eyes.
On the terminal screen, a brief status update in Russian quietly displayed: "Target recovered successfully, operation log clearing..."
He straightened up and closed the terminal screen.
The blue light went out, and the huge main screen instantly switched back to the low-resolution battlefield situation map that should have appeared in 1937, full of longitude and latitude lines and fuzzy markings.
"Boss, mission accomplished." Makarov grinned at Zhou Zhengqing and said, "That's great! This is much better than being a jailer here!
It’s just that that damn task force requires 10,000 merit points, and even more powerful, me and my guards, are just novice gift packs!
I strongly protest this, it is serious discrimination.”
At this moment, Zhou Zhengqing held his forehead and smiled bitterly... He had no way to deal with Makarov who was complaining...
Tactical team, 10,000 merit points, temporary...
Two battlefield tactical missile strikes, one to save the day, one to cover the rear! Five thousand each!
Do you really want to test the system functions?
Or. . . .
To save a national hero whom I happened to see online in later life, the young battalion commander who died in Baoshan...
Is it really worth it to overdraw 20,000 merit points?
When will this be paid back?
How many people can I save?
There are too many people like this in this era...
What kind of task will the system ask you to complete next?
Wait, why does this feel like a loan... The interest won't compound, will it?
But this feeling is really addictive... Is this the charm of firepower!?