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

Wang Hao and his men had plenty of ammunition, including plenty of bullets and grenades. They each held a gun and fired crazily at the Japanese soldiers below.

The grenades were thrown down as if they were free.

The battle lasted less than 10 minutes and the Japanese soldiers below had suffered more than 1000 casualties.

There was no other way. Fighting the Japanese under such circumstances was almost the same as letting them stand there and be shot.

The soldiers were so happy with the killing.

Downstairs, many Japanese soldiers had already rushed into the building, trying to rush up to the third floor through the stairs.

Ha ha……

The staircase entrance was so small that as long as a Tubalu soldier with a machine gun was guarding the staircase entrance, no Japanese soldiers would be able to rush up.

The most hateful thing is that these Eighth Route Army soldiers have plenty of ammunition.

One after another, hand grenades rolled down the stairs with a clanging sound, scaring the Japanese soldiers who were rushing up so much that their balls almost dropped.

No matter how many Japanese come up, one grenade will clear them all. If that doesn't work, add another one.

There were layers of dead Japanese soldiers on the stairs.

The ammunition on these Japanese devils is their source of ammunition replenishment.

Therefore, they were not afraid of running out of ammunition at all. They just needed to attack the Japanese madly.

Gradually, the Japanese became scared and began to hide in cover and stopped attacking.

It is worth mentioning that these Japanese soldiers were also very frustrated because they did not know Wang Hao and had no idea which one was Wang Hao. They did not dare to shoot randomly when they saw someone and had to confirm that it was not Wang Hao before they dared to do so.

There was no choice. The order from above was to capture Wang Hao alive.

It’s frustrating, so frustrating.

The battle once again entered a stalemate.

The sound of gunfire from the Eighth Route Army on the periphery was getting closer and closer.

Yes, because a large-scale battle took place here, the sound of gunfire guided the Eighth Route Army on the periphery in the direction of attack.

Guerrilla leader Wang Dashan and other guerrilla fighters led their guerrilla fighters and rushed towards this direction frantically.

Although they did not have an invincible defense, their marksmanship was such that they could hit the Japanese with random shots, and the Japanese could not withstand their attack at all.

The sound of gunfire was getting closer and closer to Wang Hao and his team.

This was like the sound of heaven to Wang Hao and his men, but to Captain Sada, it was like a ghost talisman that was urging him to die.

The funny thing is that the Japanese soldiers who were adjusting their guns made their guns even less accurate. This thing can make a huge difference if it's a little off.

With a gun like this, they pose no threat to the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the roof.

Brigade Commander Sada became extremely anxious as he heard the sound of gunfire getting closer and closer.

"Bagayalu, pass on my order, launch a suicide charge. As long as we reach the roof, we will win. Charge, kill, kill chickens..."

After this guy gave the order, the Japanese went completely crazy.

There were so many Japanese devils on the street that Wang Hao and his men couldn't kill them all.

Countless Japanese soldiers poured into the building where they were like a tide.

Countless Japanese soldiers rushed upwards madly, shouting "Board, board, board" like zombies.

Wang Qiang was guarding the stairs alone, feeling more and more stressed.

It is true that good guys are afraid of bad guys, and bad guys are afraid of those who don't care about their lives.

The Japanese were desperate. Wang Qiang felt the pressure was increasing.

Countless Japanese soldiers rushed to the stairs and met him face to face.

One after another, grenades were thrown towards the stairs.

Wang Qiang had no choice but to retreat from the staircase, firing madly at the staircase with his machine gun.

Although this is an advantage where one man can block a thousand.

However, the Japanese still rushed forward using a desperate fighting style.

"Damn it, bastard..."

Wang Qiang stood up and fired madly at the Japanese soldiers rushing towards him with his Type 99 light machine gun.

The Japanese soldiers who had just rushed to the stairs were shot by him and fell down in groups.

However, the Japanese were like zombies, one group would always remain after you knocked down some.

At this moment, Wang Qiang ran out of machine gun bullets.

The Japanese immediately seized the opportunity and rushed in from the stairs.

Wang Qiang had no choice but to throw away the Type 99 rifle in his hand, pull out the double guns at his waist, and shoot at the Japanese soldiers rushing towards him.

In this kind of distance battle, these two guns are much easier to use than the Type 99 light machine gun. The Japanese soldiers fell in groups again.

However, no matter how good his marksmanship was or how crazy his output was, the Japanese kept killing more and more of them.

Soon, the bullets in his two guns were all used up.

The distance between the two sides was so close, the Japanese seized the opportunity and rushed towards him.

Yes, Wang Qiang no longer has time to change bullets.

A Japanese soldier rushed towards him with a Type 38 rifle and a gleaming bayonet.

Finally, the Japanese soldier approached Wang Qiang, showing a cruel grin on his face, and stabbed Wang Qiang in the stomach with a bayonet.

Wang Qiang had no choice but to dodge the bayonet, grab the Japanese soldier's gun with one hand, and kick the Japanese soldier away.

Wang Qiang took the Japanese soldier's Type 38 rifle and started fighting with the Japanese soldier who rushed towards him with a bayonet.

A hand-to-hand fight officially began.

These little Japanese soldiers were as weak as babies in front of the cloned Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang held a Type 38 rifle and waved his bayonet, chopping down a large number of people.

The scene was as simple as an adult beating a baby.

Seeing the situation, a Japanese sergeant who was rushing forward immediately drew the command knife at his waist and slashed towards Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang easily dodged to the side and grabbed his knife-holding hand and squeezed it hard.

The Japanese sergeant felt a pain in his hand, and the command knife he was holding tightly fell into Wang Qiang's hand.

Then, Wang Qiang swept his command knife towards him, and the Japanese sergeant felt his head leave his body.

Wang Qiang grasped the command knife with both hands.

"Hehe, this thing is quite handy, haha, come on, little devil..."

Wang Qiang waved the command knife in his hand, rushed forward, and killed every kid with his sword.

None of the Japs could match him.

The command knife in Wang Qiang's hand left an afterimage, and he killed with great pleasure.

The rooftop was flat and everyone could see that Wang Qiang had lost.

So, one by one, they came to support.

They ran over, holding double guns, and started to clear out the Japanese on the rooftop.

The Japanese soldiers fell in large numbers, there was no reason to explain why.

After only two minutes, the Japanese soldiers who rushed up were cleared out.

However, their manpower is too few.

The iron gate on the rooftop of the building farthest from them was blown open, and countless Japanese soldiers rushed out from it.

"Boom boom boom..."

Several more iron doors were blown open, and countless Japanese soldiers rushed up from downstairs through these entrances.

There is no way, Wang Hao and his team have too few people.

After these Japanese soldiers rushed up, they rushed towards Wang Hao and his group.

Wang Hao felt like he was seeing zombies in a zombie movie.