Anti-Japanese War: I am Li Yunlong. Hobby nuclear leveling

In the groggy state, the sound of calling came from time to time in my ears.

When Ye Qing tried his best to open his eyes, what he saw was an older man with a lot of dust on his face. He was wearing a silk robe, but it was also stained with muddy dust. He was looking at him anxiously. He kept shouting something.

However, with some ringing ears, Ye Qing couldn't hear what the other party was shouting, and his head was also dizzy.

After a while, the situation eased somewhat, and Ye Qing completely remembered. He glanced at the surrounding situation with a somewhat confused look on his face.

What is this place?

I saw ruins all around, the streets where I was standing were littered with corpses and blood, smoke-filled houses and ruins, and bomb craters everywhere.

The clothes on the corpses were generally coarse linen, with backpacks, men, women, and children. On the right side was an arm that had been blown off. The flesh and blood were blurred, the skin was red and the blood was solidified. The whole street was like a purgatory on earth.

Am I not in Syria?

At this moment, Ye Qing also remembered that he was commanding a special operations unit to perform the task of protecting medical personnel in Syria and was attacked by local opposition armed forces. When he was about to repel the attacking armed forces, in order to save his comrades and medical personnel, The personnel used their bodies to suppress the grenade that was about to explode.

Isn't I dead?

Ye Qing couldn't help but take a deep breath. He knew better than anyone else that even though he was wearing a body armor at the time, the power of the grenade explosion was enough to shatter his internal organs, making it impossible for him to survive.

"Master, Master……"

The anxious voice gradually became clearer in his ears. Ye Qing's eyes focused on the face of the old man in front of him. Just as he was about to ask, he heard a gunshot in the distance, and blood from the base fell on his face. The old man in front of him, Yue. A bloody hole appeared in the chest, the pupils suddenly lost focus, and the body fell weakly towards Ye Qing.

"Young Master... Good... Good life... Next……"

The old man lay on Ye Qing's body, lifeless.

A shot penetrated his heart directly, and even gods could not survive.

The fallen corpses around him, the craters around him, the forcibly killed old man, and the smoke and blood all over the sky clearly told Ye Qing the fact that this was another real and cruel battlefield.

He stretched out his hand and closed the old man's eyes. He felt extremely depressed in his heart. Looking through the smoke filled in front, a dozen figures appeared in front of him.

More than a dozen people, all wearing Showa style 5 military uniforms and holding Sanba Daigai, were on guard against the advancing Japanese soldiers.

This... the traditional World War II kid attire, the red inverted mountain-shaped moon badge, the cold bayonet and the three-eight cover. At this moment, Ye Qing couldn't help pinching his thigh.

This is not a dream.

In the distance, close to the little devil, there is a shaky street sign. Half of the sign has been broken, and it reads:"Hangzhou Jinshan Guard!" The little devil in the distance is advancing on guard. Ye Qing has no time to think about why he has done this. Appeared during the Anti-Japanese War.

He quietly pushed away the old man's body that was pressing on him, and then, under the cover of gunpowder smoke, he crawled behind a nearby wall that had mostly collapsed.

At this moment, there were roars in the sky. Looking up, Japanese aircraft painted with sun flags flew over his head, dropping bombs one after another on the smoke-filled streets in the distance..

Ye Qing has never forgotten that the Battle of Nanjing was the first time in the history of human warfare that it was explicitly stipulated that air strikes could be directly targeted at civilians and residential streets during a war, breaking the bottom line of war ethics.

Even if they haven't arrived at the Nanjing battlefield yet, the Japanese aviation troops have an indifferent attitude towards bombing civilians.

As a soldier, when he saw the raging Japanese air force, the corpses of Chinese people falling on the streets, and the panic and despair before their deaths solidified on their faces, he only felt boundless anger at this moment.

The extreme level of anger was a bone-chilling chill. He unclenched his clenched fists and caught the corpse of a soldier wearing a yellow uniform of the national army next to him. Next to the corpse was a medium-sized rifle that was standard for the soldiers of the national army.

Without any hesitation, Ye Qing picked up the rifle and pulled the bolt. There was only one bullet left in the barrel of the rifle, which was almost flat.

Fortunately, there was a five-round bullet bridge clip on the soldier's body.

However, even though Ye Qing is an elite special forces soldier from the 21st century, he only knows how to use this antique-level weapon in his hand. He can at least use the sight and blade to aim mechanically to kill the enemy in front of him. enemy.

Pull the bolt, eject the remaining bullet from the chamber, press the bridge clip of the five bullets into the magazine, push the bolt to fix it, load the bullet, turn around and lie down in the ruins, using the wall to block it , Weiwei poked his head and looked at the thirteen little devils who were searching and advancing on the street.

This is a standard combat detachment for the little devils, with a four-person machine gun team, eight riflemen, and a detachment leader.

At this moment, the distance between the two sides was less than 60 meters. Ye Qing quietly stretched out the muzzle of the gun, put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, and aimed at the little Japanese with the sun flag on the bayonet. He fired horizontally and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the street. The bullet instantly penetrated the head of the Sun Flag kid, and the body fell to the ground on his back. The twelve kid guys next to him lay down at the same time and moved toward the wall where the gunshot came from. Pulling the trigger, the machine gun team, under the cover of rifles, set up machine guns to cover the infantry attack.

This was the elite unit of the Japs. Ye Qing had already prepared for it. The Japs he killed were the commanding soldiers of this unit, because Only soldiers who are familiar with the battlefield terrain, have high combat qualities, are in a good mental state, and can make correct judgments on emergencies in a timely manner are allowed to fly the sun flag.

Originally, Ye Qing’s target was the squad leader of the little devil. Unfortunately, the little soldier on the opposite side was The Japanese squad leader was blocked by a Japanese rifleman, so he settled for the next best thing.

Just when Ye Qing killed the little Japanese commanding soldier, a voice that shocked him sounded in his mind:

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host for killing an enemy and breaking out……"