Bright Sword: Koi, we have reached the enemy's base camp

Yamamoto Jiro didn't bring many people this time, but there were two teams with about 112 people.

Moreover, these people were all good men he selected from the army.

There would definitely be no problem for such a force to ambush more than thirty Eighth Route Army soldiers.

Although they were fighting here, the Eighth Route Army in Chenjiazhuang would definitely hear the gunshots and would most likely send people over for support.

But Yamamoto Jiro was not afraid at all.

There are only thirty or so people. It will only take a few minutes to kill them.

He was very confident that he could kill Wang Hao and his men before the reinforcements from the Eighth Route Army arrived.

So, their two teams were distributed on the mountains on both sides.

As long as Wang Hao and his men passed by the foot of the mountain, they could ambush them on both sides and resolve the battle within a few minutes without any problem.

Through the scope of his sniper rifle, Yamamoto Benro quickly saw Wang Hao, who was leading the way.

Yamamoto Benro couldn't help but laugh.

Now, as long as he wanted, he could kill Wang Hao, the leader of this group, by simply pulling the trigger.

But now is not the time.

Yes, he wanted to lure Wang Hao into the encirclement and annihilate them together.

Wang Hao and his team were the pursuing troops, and there was no one leading the way. They just followed the traces left by the Japanese. They never expected that the Japanese would dare to ambush them here.

As a result, Wang Hao and his men quickly entered the Japanese encirclement.

Yamamoto Benro smiled.

He aimed the sniper rifle in his hand at Wang Hao's head, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull up.

If he knew that this was the culprit who crippled his elder brother, I wonder if he would be so excited that he went crazy.

Without thinking too much, Yamamoto Jiro aimed at Wang Hao's head and pulled the trigger decisively.

The distance was dozens of meters, and he was using a sniper rifle with a 4x scope. There was no way he could escape with this shot.

After the gunshot, Wang Hao’s head must have exploded.

There was a loud bang of a gunshot.

Well, the bullet flew.

Yes, at the moment the gun went off, Wang Hao's head tilted and the bullet flew past his ear.

gah...

Yamamoto Jiro's eyes widened. He felt sick.

At a distance of dozens of meters, the shot that seemed almost certain to hit the target actually missed.

This, how is this possible?

It is no coincidence.

As soon as Yamamoto Benjiro's gun fired, the guns in the hands of other Japanese devils also fired.

They have surrounded Wang Hao and his men, and each of the Japanese soldiers is aiming at a target.

The sound of a gun is an order.

Then they started shooting too.

But the next second, they were all stunned.

Yes, I don’t know why, but many of them also flew away.

Yes, you can’t hit it. You can’t hit it at all.

Out of 120 devils, only two were hit, and those weren't even in vital areas.

"Not good, battalion commander, we are surrounded by the Japanese."

"What are you yelling about? Fight back..."

Without saying a word, Wang Hao picked up his gun and started shooting at the Japanese soldiers above.

Yes, he didn't know how to fight, so it was normal for him to be ambushed by the Japanese.

But since they were ambushed, there was nothing to be afraid of. The soldiers raised their guns and started shooting at the devils above.

Because of the heavy gunfire, Wang Hao didn't know where Yamamoto Benro was, so he didn't target him.

Anyway, I just pointed my gun and shot at the Japanese soldiers above.

The soldiers also raised their guns and shot at the Japanese above.

Soon, the Japanese discovered that something was wrong.

Yes, although they surrounded the enemy, their shooting skills were very poor.

I can't hit him. I can't hit him at all.

But his marksmanship was as good as a god. With a burst of gunfire, the Japanese soldiers' exposed heads were shot one by one, and they died in the bunkers.

The Japanese were losing men very quickly.

Every time one of the Eighth Route Army soldiers fired a shot, 30 Japanese soldiers were killed.

Each member of the Eighth Route Army fired two shots, and 60 Japanese soldiers were killed.

Moreover, each of them was shot in the head.

There was nothing that could be done about it, the Japanese only showed their heads.

"Bakayalu, how could this happen?"

Yamamoto Benro was really doubting his life.

Yes, there were hundreds of them who ambushed more than thirty people, but they were beaten to pieces and killed one by one with headshots.

When the Japanese saw this, they quickly retreated back into their shelters.

Yes, it's horrible.

Because of this, the Japanese's reduction in numbers was slower.

"Bagayalu, these Eighth Route Army soldiers are so good at shooting. Throw the grenades, throw the grenades..."

The Japanese soldiers took out grenades and threw them down from above.

Soon, loud explosions were heard from the bottom of the mountain.

Wang Hao and his friends had no choice but to lie on the ground.

The Japanese grenades did cause some casualties to Wang Hao and his men, but not much.

The battle had lasted for so long that the Japanese had lost more than half of their men, but Wang Hao and his men still had 25 men.

When Luo An saw this situation, he decisively shouted: "It's no use. Quick, each of us fight for our own, rush up and kill these little devils."

Wang Hao also felt guilty at this moment.

There's nothing we can do. We're surrounded by the Japanese. It would be a lie to say we're not afraid.

He took the gun and shot at the Japanese.

A Japanese soldier just took out a grenade with white smoke coming out of it and was about to throw it down.

Just then, the Japanese soldier raised his hand and was shot down by Wang Hao.

The grenade also fell into the bunker with a thud.

"Ah, Bakayaloo..."

The Japanese soldiers nearby quickly got up and ran away.

The Japanese soldier whose arm was broken also wanted to run away.

However, it's too late.

The grenade blew them away with a bang.

A broken arm fell with a snap, right in front of Yamamoto Jiro.

"Ah, Bakayaloo..."

Yamamoto Benjiro raised his arm and smashed it outwards.

No, there is no way to fight this battle.

He chose the wrong people. Their marksmanship was terrible. There was no way they could fight these local guerrillas.

So, Yamamoto Jiro decisively shouted: "Turn around, damn road, a bunch of rubbish."

Yamamoto Jiro cursed, immediately got up and tried to run.

Just at this moment, a bullet flew over and hit him in the back of the head.

gah...

Yamamoto Jiro paused, then fell down and rolled down the mountain.

When the other Japanese soldiers saw that Yamamoto Benjiro was dead, they immediately got up and ran away, scattering in all directions.

Yes, they did not originally belong to the same unit, but were picked and put together by Yamamoto Benro.

So, once Yamamoto Jiro died, they dispersed, each fighting on their own and starting to run away.

Their running around like this made Wang Hao and his team helpless.

Yes, they were few in number to begin with and could not take care of so many people.

What should I do? Who should I chase?