This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

Chapter 302 Bombarding the Fujiwara Battalion

Bai Luo had just finished collecting all the supply boxes from the Japanese airport's supply warehouse.

Then he led the silly girl and Qin Lan directly to the airport exit.

But as soon as Bai Luo reached the airport exit, he discovered that a dense array of Japanese symbols had appeared on the radar in his mind.

And their numbers are constantly increasing, and they're moving quite fast, their target being the Japanese airfield on our side.

Bai Luo raised an eyebrow upon seeing this.

He thought to himself, "The Japanese devils came pretty quickly."

Judging by the speed, it should take me less than 20 minutes to get here.

Bai Luo doesn't have time to waste with these Japanese devils right now.

He was also rushing back to Ershi to find Zhang Qing and ask him to help investigate what had happened at the fortress in the northern province.

There are hundreds of thousands of Japanese soldiers there.

Therefore, Bai Luo decided to act decisively, since they were currently outside the city and there was no fear of harming innocent people.

Bai Luo immediately took out the Eagle rocket and Tulip mortar, which he hadn't used in a long time.

I'm going to send a big rocket to this Japanese squad to cheer them on.

Qin Lan, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed at the two strangely shaped, enormous trucks that had suddenly appeared.

Although she often saw Bai Luo conjure up many weapons out of thin air and take away the Japanese soldiers' supplies and tanks.

But this was the first time Qin Lan had ever seen such a large truck.

Moreover, the car's design is quite strange.

Qin Lan couldn't help but circle the two trucks, which she had never seen before, twice.

Somewhat curious, he asked.

"Son, are we going to drive such a big truck? Isn't this truck too big for you? Will you be able to see the road?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Luo's face darkened, and he ignored Qin Lan, jumping directly into the cockpit of the Eagle 8-tube rocket launcher.

Turn on the vehicle's computer and raise the rocket launch tube at the rear.

I estimated the length of the Japanese column to be about 600 meters.

Bai Luo quickly entered the coordinates and adjusted the attack interval to 50 meters.

They then quickly got off the vehicle and went to the control room of the tulip mortar vehicle.

The same procedure was followed to input the coordinates into the vehicle's computer.

Then quickly press the launch button.

"Bang."

The tulip mortar roared with a long-awaited roar the moment Bai Luo pressed the fire button.

The enormous recoil smashed a crater in the frozen soil beneath the gun barrel base.

Qin Lan was less fortunate; she was quite curious when she saw the cannon barrels rising from the tulips.

So they were standing quite close together. When Bai Luo pressed the fire button, Qin Lan's hand was still on the Tulip's cannon barrel.

When Bai Luo got off the tulip cannon, he saw Qin Lan, whose hair had been blown off and whose head was buzzing from the shock.

The silly girl, who knew a lot about tulips, had already kept her distance when Bai Luo raised the cannon barrel.

At this moment, Qin Lan looked at Bai Luo, who was getting out of the car, with a resentful expression.

Bai Luo was also a little embarrassed. He really didn't expect Qin Lan to be standing next to the cannon barrel when he fired.

Bai Luo pretended not to notice Qin Lan's disheveled appearance.

They quickly arrived at the driver's cab of the Eagle rocket vehicle and pressed the launch button just as quickly.

"Swish swish swish..."

Eight incredibly thick rockets ignited and launched into the air at a rate of one per second.

Qin Lan was also stunned by the launch of the Eagle rocket vehicle.

She watched as iron rods, thicker than her waist and seven or eight meters long, pierced the night sky like sharp arrows.

The rocket's tail emitted intense heat, sweeping away the cold air around her.

But Qin Lan still didn't learn her lesson; curiosity killed the cat.

A moment later, the catwoman, still in shock, smelled a burning odor coming from the cat ears on her head and snapped out of it.

He quickly ran towards where the silly girl was hiding.

At that moment, the first tulip shell had accurately hit the rear of the Japanese battalion.

"Boom."

The Fujiwara Battalion of Japanese soldiers, which was on a rapid march, was caught off guard by this sudden artillery barrage.

The powerful tulip shells unleash tremendous energy the moment they hit the ground.

Because Bai Luo chose a high-explosive incendiary bomb.

The moment the tulip shells exploded, hundreds of Japanese soldiers at the rear of the column were torn to shreds by the shockwave.

Then it was burned to ashes by the raging flames that followed.

Bai Luo's shot directly caused nearly 200 casualties among the Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese battalion, which was originally quite long, was shortened considerably by the bomb.

Fujiwara Hiroshi, the Japanese battalion commander at the front of the column, pushed away the orderly who had tackled him to the ground.

My head was spinning as I looked at the area at the back of the line that was still covered by fire.

A chill ran through me, and a sense of dread welled up inside me. I thought to myself, "How terrifying are those cannons!"

But his excellent military skills allowed him to quickly regain his composure and shout loudly to the troops behind him.

"Spread out and take cover to avoid artillery fire."

Then he grabbed the orderly who had just gotten up and said.

"Go and inform the artillery company in the rear to calculate the enemy's artillery positions as quickly as possible. Give them a fierce counterattack!! I don't want to see a second shell fall on the heads of Imperial soldiers."

"Hi."

The Japanese orderly responded and immediately prepared to run towards the artillery squad's position.

But just then, a few sharp whooshing sounds could be faintly heard from the sky.

The attention of the Japanese orderly and Fujiwara Hiroshi was instantly drawn to it.

Looking up, I saw eight fireball-like things floating in the dark night sky.

Each fireball left a long trail of smoke, drawing eight straight white lines across the night sky at an absurdly fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, it had already flown almost directly overhead.

Using the light from the rocket's exhaust, Hiroshi Fujiwara finally saw what was in front of the fireball.

Watching the massive iron rod, seven or eight meters long, fall rapidly.

Hiroshi Fujiwara's fear had reached its peak.

My legs were trembling uncontrollably.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

They watched helplessly as eight fireballs crashed into their own ranks.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The moment the eight high-explosive incendiary bombs landed.

Fujiwara Hiroshi seemed to see the light, but the next moment he was torn to shreds by the shockwave of the rocket's explosion.

It blended into the firelight.

The Japanese soldiers in the rear had made preparations to defend against the artillery attack in advance.

But they never expected the shells to be so powerful.

Each rocket has a kill radius of nearly 100 meters.

And along with it came splashing flames.

This caused the Japanese soldiers, who had just dodged the shockwave of the artillery shells, to be engulfed in flames before they could even get up.

They transformed into fireballs, rolling endlessly on the ground in an attempt to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

But it was all in vain. Some desperate Japanese soldiers, unable to bear the pain of being burned by the flames, detonated the grenades on their bodies.

But just then, a sharp whooshing sound rang out in the sky again.

The Japanese soldiers struggling in the sea of ​​fire below were utterly desperate.

This is the second tulip shell to arrive on the battlefield.

"boom."

Violent explosions rang out once again on the scorched battlefield.

This bombardment also brought the story to a perfect close.

No one expected that just two minutes ago, thousands of Japanese soldiers would be reduced to a pile of mangled limbs and flesh in just a few short minutes.

In the end, only a little over 50 Japanese soldiers escaped the calamity.

But one by one they were also injured and fell to the ground, spitting blood.

Bai Luo looked at the Japanese markings on the detection radar; there were only about 50 left.

He couldn't help but secretly admire the fact that powerful cannons were the most convenient.

They hit one at a time without making a sound.

Bai Luo stored the Eagle Rocket Vehicle and the Tulip into his spatial storage.

Then he took out the Japanese sidecar motorcycle he had collected earlier from his spatial storage, waved to the silly girl who was hiding far away and Qin Lan who smelled of burnt clothes, and gestured for them to get on the vehicle.

We quickly left the chaotic Japanese airport.

The target was to bomb the remaining 50 or so Japanese soldiers.