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

The Japanese soldiers began to panic. They had never encountered such stubborn resistance.

"Are these the Eighth Route Army? What kind of team are they? Why are they so difficult to defeat?" a Japanese soldier said in horror.

The fierce battle between the two sides became increasingly intense. Time passed by every second, but Wang Hao and his men remained as solid as a rock, firmly defending their positions.

In the sky, enemy planes were as dense as locusts, and the whistling sound was deafening.

However, the team led by Wang Hao remained calm in the face of danger.

The roar of anti-aircraft guns, the roar of machine guns, and the roar of the soldiers intertwined to form an unyielding battle song.

The monkeys' left wing anti-aircraft squad had sweat soaking their backs, but the weapons in their hands never stopped.

Every bullet fired at the enemy plane carried their endless anger and firm determination.

The right-wing squad commanded by Yan Shuangying had determination in their eyes. Their defense was so airtight that the enemy planes could not find any opportunity to exploit.

Duan Peng was concentrating on directing the bombardment, and every shot was accompanied by his roar: "Let the little devils have a taste of our power!"

The shells exploded on the sea, and the splashing water was like the roar of an angry beast.

Wang Hao, with his sharp eyes like an eagle, always paid attention to every change on the battlefield, and issued orders quickly and decisively, "Pay attention to the low altitude on the right wing!" "Strengthen anti-aircraft firepower!"

His voice was clear and firm amid the sound of gunfire, giving the soldiers endless strength.

The Japanese aircraft carrier commander was furious in the command room, his eyes bloodshot: "Keep attacking! Hit hard!"

His voice was almost hoarse, but the battle situation did not develop in the direction he expected.

After a long time, the two sides were still in a stalemate.

The Japanese fighter planes were shot down one after another, and warships lost their combat effectiveness one after another.

Debris and corpses were floating on the sea, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The commander of the aircraft carrier looked at the tragic scene in front of him and held his head in his hands. He couldn't believe that he had such powerful firepower but was unable to do anything to Wang Hao and the others.

"This is impossible! This is impossible!" he muttered to himself, his voice full of despair and fear.

"Commander, our losses have exceeded expectations. If this continues, we will be wiped out!" an officer said tremblingly.

The Japanese commander raised his head, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness.

He looked at Wang Hao and his men who were still resisting stubbornly, and his confidence completely collapsed.

"Turn in! Turn in!"

He finally issued this extremely humiliating order.

The Japanese fighter planes began to turn around, and the fleet also turned around. The originally surging wave of attack receded in an instant.

Looking at the Japanese soldiers fleeing in a panic, Wang Hao and his men did not chase after them.

Yes, after such a great battle, although they did not suffer any casualties, they were already exhausted.

As the saying goes, don't chase a desperate enemy. There will always be a time to deal with them, so there is no need to rush.

The aircraft carrier commander slumped in his chair, his face pale.

He just couldn't understand why their carefully planned attack ended in such a disastrous defeat.

He looked at the battlefield gradually disappearing into the distance, his heart filled with regret and self-blame.

"What kind of team is this?" he muttered to himself.

"We have the most advanced weapons and the most powerful troops, but we were defeated by these idiots." He cried, "How should I explain this to the headquarters?"

Back at headquarters, the carrier commander stood in front of the Japanese commander with his head lowered.

The Japanese commander's face was terribly gloomy. "Bagayalo! What did you say? You led our elite troops and an aircraft carrier, but you lost to a bunch of guerrillas?"

The commander trembled, "Sir, their fighting power is beyond imagination, we..."

"Shut up!" The Japanese commander angrily slapped him, "Baka! You're a piece of trash! You bring shame to our army!"

The commander didn't dare to look up, his body trembling even more violently. It was unclear whether he was trembling out of fear or shame.

The Japanese commander continued to curse at the aircraft carrier commander, and his angry voice seemed to collapse the entire room.

"You idiot! You have brought shame to the empire! We have such a powerful military force, but we suffered such a humiliating defeat at your hands!" The Japanese commander's saliva was flying and his eyes were as big as copper bells.

The commander of the aircraft carrier lowered his head, not daring to say a word, his body still shaking.

The Japanese commander was so angry that he turned around in circles, pointed at the commander and shouted: "You damn bastard! Tell me, tell me how you were able to defeat us? Even the aircraft carrier was sent to you. How did you manage to defeat us so miserably?"

The Japanese commander was scolded so much that he tried to hold back his tears and said, "Your Excellency Commander, Wang Hao is not a human being, he is a devil. Our artillery can't hit them at all, and even our fighter planes can't hit them. They are a bunch of devils."

The Japanese commander gritted his teeth and finally spoke out what was in his heart.

However, after hearing his words, the Japanese commander could no longer curse. He leaned his hands on the table, covering his chest, and gasped heavily.

After a long time, the Japanese commander stood up straight.

He slowly walked towards the Japanese commander, raised his foot suddenly, and kicked the Japanese commander away.

"Bakayalu! Bullshit. You damned bastard, you found such an excuse after losing the battle, you're dead."

The Japanese commander cursed for a long time and finally vented his anger.

He panted and sat down in the chair.

"Call all officers, now! Immediately." the Japanese commander shouted loudly.

"Hi!" The Japanese signalman responded and ran out quickly.

Soon, the conference room was filled with serious-looking officers.

"Everyone, we have suffered an unprecedented humiliation. We were beaten to a pulp by a bunch of local guerrillas."

The Japanese commander's voice was low and suppressed, "We must come up with a countermeasure to completely eliminate them!"

The Japanese officers whispered to each other and expressed their opinions.

"Maybe we should send more troops and more advanced weapons."

"Or we can conduct intelligence gathering first to understand their combat strategies and weaknesses."

"How about we use a roundabout tactic and attack them from the side."

Discussions continued one after another, and the Japanese commander listened quietly with a frown on his face.

On the other side, although Wang Hao and his men won the fierce battle, they also found that they had very little ammunition left.

"Brothers, we have to replenish our ammunition, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with it next time." Wang Hao said.