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

Just then, a huge whooshing sound came from afar.

He didn't have time to run, so he instinctively lunged to the side.

The shell landed halfway through its flight.

A huge bomb exploded less than 20 meters behind where he had just been lying.

At the moment of the explosion, he felt as if the steep slope beneath his feet had been kicked hard from the ground, with soil and rubble several meters high being thrown into the air and then falling down like a torrential rain.

The shockwave lifted him off the ground and threw him several meters away. His back slammed into the trunk of a pine tree that had been blown apart, breaking the trunk in two. His body bounced back from the broken section and crashed to the ground.

He Dajun opened his mouth to breathe, but it felt like someone had poured a pot of boiling water into his lungs, burning him so much that he curled up.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he lowered his head to spit it out. It was blood.

This is real blood, dark red, dripping down his chin onto the frozen soil.

His ears were ringing louder and longer than ever before, like hundreds of cicadas chirping in his head at once. Everything in front of him was blurry, as if he were looking through shattered glass.

He tried to stand up by supporting himself with his hands, but his knees buckled as soon as they left the ground. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and back at the same time, and he couldn't tell whether his bones were broken or his muscles were torn.

The cannon's destructive power was extraordinary. Even though his physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people after consuming the Elixir of Life, and even though he was a veteran of countless battles, he couldn't withstand being hit at close range by a cannonball of this caliber.

These are the Japanese heavy artillery pieces.

Soon, another heavy artillery shot was fired.

The sound of these heavy artillery pieces was different from that of mortars; they were loud and carried a force that seemed to tear the sky apart, like a train running over his head.

He Dajun lay prone in the pile of rubble, shaking his head to try and focus his vision.

He was now purely flesh and blood, and the other side had heavy artillery.

No amount of armor or protective skills can withstand a direct hit from a heavy cannon. If you get hit directly by such a shell, all your shields are useless.

He Dajun gritted his teeth and crawled forward. The crater was not far from him, right next to the pine tree that had been blown up. The crater was about three or four meters in diameter and about two meters deep, and white smoke was still rising from the bottom of the crater.

He climbed to the edge of the pit, rolled over, and went in.

His body slammed onto the soft soil at the bottom of the pit, and another sharp pain shot through his back. He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, but just leaned his back against the pit wall and gasped for breath.

The soil at the bottom of the pit was still warm after being blown up by the shells, and it felt like freshly extinguished furnace ash.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and explosives; every breath felt like smelling a freshly opened tube of chemical reagent.

The explosions outside continued.

One after another, the Japanese heavy artillery shells pounded the hilltop and slope, each explosion causing immense damage.

Gravel and dirt fell from the edge of the pit, hitting He Dajun's head and shoulders.

He curled up at the bottom of the pit, hugging his knees with both hands, trying to shrink his body into the smallest possible ball.

Shell craters created by heavy artillery fire are the best cover on the battlefield. Artillerymen will not fire two shells into the same crater. This is an ironclad rule in artillery manuals and experience gained at the cost of countless lives on the battlefield.

Of course, there are exceptions, but the probability is very low.

He silently counted the number of explosions in his mind.

Eight shots, nine shots, ten shots.

After firing more than a dozen shells, the shelling stopped.

The hilltop fell silent, save for the crackling of burning dry grass and the distant screams of wounded soldiers carried on the night wind.

He Dajun knew that the Japanese didn't have many heavy artillery pieces. These large-caliber artillery pieces were the suppressive firepower of divisions and regiments, and a temporary ambush point could only mobilize a few at most.

After each salvo, the gun barrel needs to be cooled, ammunition replenished, and firing data recalculated, resulting in long intervals between each firing.

But the cessation of shelling does not mean the danger is over; it only means that another wave of attacks has begun.

really.

He Dajun struggled to stick his head out of the crater and glanced down the slope. Then his pupils suddenly contracted.

Two armored vehicles appeared on the gravel road below the slope. In the darkness, their iron-gray bodies were low-slung, and a heavy machine gun was mounted on their roofs.

It wasn't a light armored vehicle, but a Japanese Type 92 heavy armored vehicle, with frontal armor thick enough to withstand bullets from Type 91 light machine guns and ordinary rifles.

The two armored vehicles were advancing up the slope along the gravel road at the bottom. The tracks made a screeching sound as they rolled over the gravel. Every now and then, a flash would appear on the roof of the vehicle as the vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns would fire tentatively.

Bullets sprayed from the firing port on the roof of the vehicle, hitting the gravel and withered grass on the hilltop, sending sparks and bits of grass flying everywhere.

Behind the armored vehicle followed at least a hundred Japanese infantrymen, bent over with their guns at the ready, using the armored vehicle as cover as they charged up the slope.

He Dajun leaned against the edge of the crater, his mind racing.

The heavy machine gun was still in front of him, but against the armored vehicle, ordinary bullets were like a tickle.

To penetrate the frontal armor of the Type 92 heavy armored vehicle, at least armor-piercing rounds or anti-tank weapons are required.

He opened the system interface and quickly flipped through the list of heavy weapons available for exchange, looking for anything that could take down armored vehicles. But he was soon disappointed.

There are no anti-tank guns or rocket launchers on the list. The only heavy weapons that can be unlocked so far are the Type 92 heavy machine gun and the Type 89 grenade launcher.

Grenade launchers are effective against infantry, but against armored vehicles, it's no different than using a slingshot to shoot at a tank.

He Dajun gritted his teeth and turned his gaze back to the two armored vehicles approaching down the slope.

If there are no anti-armor weapons, then use heavy machine guns to hit their weak points.

The weak points of an armored vehicle are not the frontal steel plates, but the tracks, the observation seams, and the openings at the firing ports on the roof.

These places cannot withstand continuous fire from heavy machine guns.

He Dajun redeemed the Superior Shooting Skill from the system. Fifty thousand points were deducted, and a familiar layer of muscle memory appeared on his arm.

Then, he put the bipod of the heavy machine gun back on the edge of the shell crater, loaded the ammunition belt, and aimed the muzzle at the tracks of the armored vehicle at the front.

Then he pulled the trigger. The Type 92 heavy machine gun roared again, bullets flying out from the edge of the crater like red-hot iron bars, hitting the road wheels and track joints of the armored vehicle.

Sparks flew as bullets struck the steel plate with a clanging sound. The first burst of bullets deformed several road wheels on the track, and the second burst struck the same spot, breaking the track at the connecting pin.

It detached from the road wheels like a dead snake. The armored vehicle lurched to the left, lost power, and slid off the edge of the gravel road, finally coming to a stop against a large rock.

He Dajun then moved to another location and continued firing with a heavy machine gun.

After acquiring the Precision Shooting skill, He Dajun's machine gun could be used as a rifle.

The Japanese soldiers kept falling.

When the last belt of ammunition was used up, the gunfire down the slope had completely stopped.

No one fought back.