The rapid sound of gunfire was slightly dull in the street full of gunfire, and a rain of shining bullets flew towards the military vehicles and Japanese soldiers in the middle of the street. Thanks to the support of a sturdy tripod and its heavy dead weight, the Browning large-caliber heavy machine gun, weighing fifty-eight kilograms, produced very little shock when firing fire.

And because the rate of fire of the M2 machine gun is not very high, only 45O-58O/min, its trajectory is extremely stable, and even a novice like Zhuo Fei can accurately shoot bullets at the target. The power of the 12.7 mm large-caliber heavy machine gun was astonishing, and the air flow from the muzzle alone splashed up the dust, and the chain of light that shone in the night flew like lightning towards the remaining Japanese troops.

The thin fuel tank of the Japanese truck could not stop the Browning heavy machine gun bullets at all, and the truck hit by dozens of bullets immediately burst into flames, and in the blink of an eye, the truck burned into a torch, and the blazing flames rose into the sky, exposing all the Japanese soldiers who were dodging and trying to fight back to the fire.

With a loud bang, the burning truck exploded, and the Japanese soldiers hiding behind the truck were swept away by the debris splashed with the explosion. After destroying the truck in front of him, Zhuo Feixun shifted the muzzle of his gun to the last remaining truck, and under the blow of the dense rain of bullets, the last Japanese truck that was retreating had no time to dodge and was hit and exploded. In this way, in less than three minutes, these Japanese trucks were successively beaten into torches by Zhuo Fei with Browning heavy machine guns.

Looking at the piles of scrap metal burning in the streets, the Japanese soldiers who survived were dumbfounded. Although it is not yet known who attacked them here, they know that the attackers are definitely not simple. The other party just set up a stand and "suddenly" a few times, and the truck on his side was finished so easily, how could such an attacker be simple. The wreckage of the truck continued to burn in the streets, and for a moment the gunfire in the streets was miraculously silent, except for the crackling sound of the burning piles of scrap metal.

Zhuo Fei originally had no intention of fighting to the death with the Japanese soldiers who came to help, destroying Japanese trucks and killing Japanese soldiers who rushed to the fire, Zhuo Fei just wanted to get more merit points. But when Zhuo Yan was busy changing the bullet chain of the heavy machine gun, Zhuo Fei suddenly found that he had won more merit points for destroying Japanese trucks than for killing, and the details under the light curtain were very clear, he only destroyed 6 Japanese troop carriers, and the system gave him 600 merit points, which was worthy of killing 600 Japanese soldiers.

After a little thought, Zhuo Fei understood the reason, it seems that destroying the enemy's facilities can also get merit points, Zhuo Fei now finally understands why the merit points rose so fast after he set the fire, and he can also get the corresponding merit points by daring to burn down the Japanese house. After figuring out this, Zhuo Fei lost interest in continuing to fight with the remaining Japanese soldiers here, and if he had time to grind here, it was better to take Zhuo Yan to put a few more fires.

"Stone, go, withdraw." Greeting Zhuo Yan in a low voice, Zhuo Fei immediately put the heavy machine gun with a hot barrel and spare bullets into his baggage, and ran along the shadows of the street towards the big tree where the motorcycle was parked. Zhuo Yan explained very well what it means to be a follower, and he didn't ask anything, he just lowered his head with his assault rifle and followed Zhuo Fei to kick and tap and make an excuse. Taking advantage of the fact that the remaining Japanese soldiers had not yet rushed out, Zhuo Fei and the two started their motorcycles and ran towards the upwind of the fire.

Zhuo Fei was unexpectedly blocked in the street by the Japanese army soldiers of the Sakamoto Wing stationed in Osaka, and in these six trucks was a mobile squadron of the Sakamoto Wing, who had originally received orders to rush to lose the firefighting, but they didn't want to be caught off guard by Zhuo Fei here, with heavy casualties. "Nani? Hashimoto Shosa was killed? The other squadrons that entered the city later saw that the soldiers of Hashimoto's squadron were blocked here, so they came to inquire about the situation, and when they learned that Hashimoto's squadron not only suffered heavy casualties, but also that squadron leader Hashimoto Sakurano had been killed, everyone was stunned.

Although Hashimoto Sakurano said that he was lame, he made great achievements on the battlefield of Shina, and in the entire Sakamoto United, Hashimoto Sakurano was the most respected officer by the wing commander. "Baga, organize an attack immediately." The captain of the follow-up team, Tairayasu Nakasa, was very angry, he was not only distressed about the death of Hashimoto Sakurano, but also felt inexplicably angry that his troops stopped when they were attacked.

Under the command and persecution of Captain Kazuo Hirayasu, the remaining 30 or so soldiers of Hashimoto's squadron howled and rushed to the intersection in front, and behind them, four mortars lined up also kept spitting projectiles at the street entrance. The soldiers of the Pingkang Brigade rushed out, but they didn't know that Zhuo Fei and the others had left at this moment, and at a distance of about six or seven hundred meters from the street, Zhuo Fei was shaking the joystick of a mortar to adjust the firing distance.

The burning trucks and the mortar shells that the Pingkang Brigade hit at the street entrance have become the main auxiliary for Zhuo Fei to lock on to the target, and Zhuo Fei will take out incendiary bombs, only a few of them can completely cover the area of the exchange of fire just now. "Tom", "Tom", Zhuo Yan grabbed the incendiary bomb and shot it out with Zhuo Fei's adjusted mortar, and Zhuo Fei had already climbed onto the roof of a house on his side, and was looking far away in the direction where the incendiary bomb landed.

Zhuo Fei never thought that only the two of them could turn over the river and the sea in the urban area of Osaka, but he couldn't bear to give up this great opportunity in front of him, August is summer, it is the dry season, and the Japanese houses are mostly wooden, just a fire and the help of the night breeze, Zhuo Fei can bring a visual feast to the Japanese in the urban area of Osaka like the burning of red cliffs during the Three Kingdoms period. "Boom" "Boom", the incendiary bomb that Zhuo Yan shot out exploded on the ground, and several fireworks had already fallen to the ground in the direction that Zhuo Fei looked at, and the street where the two of them had fought with the Japanese army just now was already full of fireworks at the moment.

"Stone, gone." Retracting the mortar again, Zhuo Fei started his motorcycle and took Zhuo Yan away, and there was already a fire behind the two. After a few shots, the position was changed, and the hundreds of incendiary bombs that Zhuo Fei exchanged from the system with merit points were all shot out by Zhuo Yan, and almost half of the wooden buildings in Osaka city were shrouded in fireworks.

"Hurry up and put out the fire, put out the fire." There were Japanese people everywhere who were busy fighting fires, but no matter how hard they tried, in the end their efforts were in vain, and the predicted gale came as scheduled, and the fire spread with the help of the gale, which could not be extinguished by a few basins of water. Zhuo Fei was very excited to appreciate all this in front of him, the Japanese army burned and looted in China, they must not have imagined that there were already **** people who had burned the war to their homeland.

Bursts of black smoke rose from the city, and the dazzling fires and howls in the night made the city almost hell. Zhuo Yan, who was still applauding, didn't say a word, just looked at the place where the fireworks were raised in a daze, Zhuo Yan didn't care about everything in front of him, Zhuo Fei said what to do, Zhuo Yan would do it unconditionally. In Zhuo Yan's eyes, what his brother said was the most correct in the world, and he was just thinking about where to go next to continue setting fires.

The screams mixed in the firelight made Zhuo Fei's heart a little unbearable, at this time, there were still many women, children, old and weak among the civilians who died in the flames, but when he thought about the innocent people who died under the bayonets and bullets of the Japanese army in China, the pity that had just risen in Zhuo Fei's heart disappeared, compared to the heinous crimes committed by the Japanese army in China, what he did tonight can already be regarded as mercy.

The tragedy caused by Zhuo Fei and the two in the urban area of Osaka continues, with the help of this wind, half of the urban area is on fire, this is not the most terrible, the terrible thing is that with the help of the wind, these fires cannot be extinguished at all. Moreover, with the wind, a large number of sparks flutter with the wind, and in other places will cause fires everywhere, from time to time someone screams all over the body to pounce on other people, seeking rescue, but the more so, the greater the casualties.

"Now, I beg you to blow up all the houses around the fire at once, and at least clear a fifty to one hundred meters of separation zone for me, so that the fire cannot burn any further." A black-faced policeman shouted at the garrison officer who had been ordered to arrive, but the other party only shook his head with a gloomy face, and when they left the barracks, they had no weapons on them, let alone explosives, and they couldn't even find a grenade.

Unable to stop the spread of the fire, helpless civilians began to leave their familiar neighborhoods under the command of the garrison and police, following the directions along the road to move away from the fire. This is already the best solution that the Osaka police and garrison can think of, as long as they can save people, they can rebuild houses when they are gone, and people are the most precious compared to those buildings that were engulfed in fire.

But Zhuo Fei didn't want to give the Japanese this kind of hope, seeing that a large number of small red dots began to concentrate on his map system and move in the same direction, Zhuo Fei, who had been waiting for a long time, drove forward with Zhuo Yan, the Japanese military uniforms on their bodies were the best cover, and the scattered civilians encountered along the road did not know that the two imperial soldiers on this three-wheeled motorcycle were fakes.

Zhuo Fei, who had set up a heavy machine gun on the road that the Japanese had to pass through in advance, and temporarily covered the heavy machine gun with an oilcloth lit a cigarette and four boxes of heavy machine gun bullets, which was a big gift prepared by Zhuo Fei for the upcoming civilians in Osaka. At this moment, there is no distinction between civilians and soldiers in Zhuo Fei's eyes, there are just damn Japanese and the merit points he is about to get.