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

At this time, behind Wang Hao and his men, Captain Nagai was cautiously approaching with a team of Japanese soldiers, ready to rescue the overseas Chinese when the opportunity arose.

However, what Captain Changjing did not know was that while they were surrounding Wang Hao, Yan Shuangying had already surrounded them from behind.

As Captain Nagai got closer, he realized something was wrong. The surroundings were terribly quiet, without a single movement.

Captain Nagai felt uneasy and was about to order the troops to stop advancing, but it was too late.

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire all around, and countless bullets were fired at them from all directions.

Captain Nagai was horrified and quickly organized a counterattack.

"Bagayalu, we've fallen into a trap. Quick, find cover and fight back!"

The Japanese soldiers panicked and looked for cover everywhere, but they were already surrounded by Yan Shuangying and his men.

On the front battlefield, when the Japanese soldier Jiangkou heard the gunshots coming from behind him, the smile on his face froze instantly.

He realized that his plan had completely failed and was filled with anger.

"Wang Hao, you actually saw through my plan a long time ago." The Japanese soldier Jiangkou said gritting his teeth.

Wang Hao looked at him coldly and said, "Jiangkou, from the moment you first proposed that you decide the transaction location, I knew you had bad intentions.

We have already made all the necessary preparations, and every step you take is within our expectations.”

The Jiangkou kid said unwillingly: "Wang Hao, even if you see through my plan, what can you do?

We still have so many people and weapons, we can fight you to the death."

Wang Hao shook his head and said, "Jiangkou little devil, you no longer have a chance.

Your people have been surrounded by us and there is no way for you to escape.

Now, lay down your weapons and surrender! Perhaps I can spare your lives. "

The Japanese soldier Jiangkou stood there, his eyes red and his face full of unwillingness and anger.

He held the gun tightly in his hand, as if it was his last straw.

"Wang Hao, don't be complacent too soon! The warriors of our Great Japanese Empire will not surrender easily." The Japanese soldier Jiangkou roared.

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly: "Jiangkou, you have no way out. Your people are being eliminated one by one by us. If you don't surrender, you will only die faster."

The sound of gunfire on the battlefield continued, and the Japanese soldiers were struggling under the encirclement of Yan Shuangying and others.

Although they resisted stubbornly, their efforts seemed so powerless in the face of absolute advantage.

The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became extremely tense, and the air seemed to freeze.

Madness and unwillingness flashed in the eyes of the Jiangkou devil. He shouted hysterically: "Open fire, and fight these Eighth Route Army soldiers."

As his orders were given, the Japanese soldiers raised their guns and fired, and bullets flew towards Wang Hao and his men like raindrops.

But Wang Hao and his men were well prepared. They quickly hid behind cover and began to fight back.

For a moment, the sound of gunfire was deafening and smoke filled the entire abandoned factory.

In the fierce exchange of fire, the Japanese expatriates fell into extreme panic.

They screamed in terror and ran around, not knowing where to hide.

The Japanese also fell into chaos during the battle.

They had to deal with the attacks from Wang Hao and his men, while also being careful not to accidentally hurt their own overseas Chinese.

However, in this chaotic situation, accidents still happened.

A Japanese soldier fired in panic and the bullet hit an overseas Chinese.

The expatriate's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and then he slowly fell down.

"Baga! Trash, trash, aim carefully and shoot, don't hurt your own people." The Japanese soldier in Jiangkou roared angrily when he saw this scene.

But the firepower of Wang Hao and his men became more and more powerful, and the Japanese soldiers gradually could not resist.

They fell one by one, and their bodies lay all over the ground.

The Japanese soldier Jiangkou gnashed his teeth in anger as he watched his subordinates continue to decrease in number.

"Fire at me!" the Japanese devils in Jiangkou roared madly.

His eyes were red and he seemed to have lost his mind.

The Japanese artillery immediately fired in the direction of Wang Hao and his men.

The shells whizzed towards the direction where Wang Hao and his team were. The sharp sound of breaking through the air was terrifying.

But the magical thing is that these shells seemed to have eyes and passed by Wang Hao and his team one after another.

Some shells exploded not far from them, stirring up dirt and rubble that fell like raindrops, but did not cause them any harm at all.

Some shells seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, deviating from their original trajectory and flying towards open areas.

He watched the shells miss the target one after another and trembled with anger.

The Japanese gunners were also confused.

The little Japanese soldier Jiangkou yelled angrily, "Bakayalo! What are you doing here? Aim and shoot!"

The Japanese gunners immediately adjusted the muzzles of their guns and fired at Wang Hao and his men again.

The shells whizzed out again, rushing towards where Wang Hao and the others were, carrying the threat of death.

The Japanese gunners had beads of sweat on their foreheads as they nervously watched the trajectory of the shells, praying in their hearts that they would be able to hit the target this time.

However, fate seemed to play a trick on Jiangkou and his men again.

During its flight, the shells seemed to be disturbed by some invisible force and still deviated from the position where Wang Hao and the others were, and could not hurt them at all.

At the same time, on the chaotic battlefield, the Japanese expatriates were trembling with fear.

Their faces were filled with despair and fear, and they didn't know where to hide from this sudden disaster.

At this moment, two shells landed squarely in the area where the expatriates gathered.

In an instant, loud noises exploded like thunder, flames shot up into the sky, and strong blast waves quickly spread around.

The overseas Chinese had no time to react before they were blown away by the powerful impact.

Some overseas Chinese were thrown several meters into the air. Their bodies rolled helplessly in the air with expressions of extreme fear on their faces.

Some people were hit by shrapnel at the moment of the explosion, and blood gushed out from the wounds, staining their clothes red.

They screamed and fell from the air, landing heavily on the ground.

The scene was a tragic one, with cries, screams and roars of explosions intertwined together, like hell on earth.

The Japanese expatriates were blown to pieces and scattered on the ground, which was unbearable to look at.

When the Japanese soldier Jiangkou saw this scene, his eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief.

"What the hell is this? Why can't the shells hit them?" the Japanese soldier in Jiangkou roared.

He just couldn't understand why the shells could never hit Wang Hao and his men, but instead always accidentally injured his own overseas Chinese.

He was so angry that he was shaking all over, and he yelled at the Japanese gunners again: "Baga! You are a bunch of useless things. You can't even hit the target!"