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

The soldiers were in high spirits and they kept firing at the Japanese, who fell into the abyss of despair.

In the fierce battle, the Japanese suffered more and more casualties.

In the fierce battle, the Japanese suffered more and more casualties.

Their positions were gradually compressed by Wang Hao and his men, and their resistance became weaker and weaker.

"It's really over now." said a Japanese soldier in despair.

"No, we can't give up!" the Japanese captain shouted.

But his voice was also full of helplessness.

Wang Hao and his men took the opportunity to increase the intensity of their attack, and they were ready to wipe out these Japs in one fell swoop.

"Charge! Kill all the Japanese devils!" Wang Hao shouted loudly.

The soldiers rushed towards the Japanese like a tide, and the Japanese fell one after another.

Under the attack of Wang Hao and his men, the Japanese soldiers threw away their weapons and armor and fled in a panic.

But Wang Hao and his men would not give the Japanese any chance. They chased them closely and kept firing at them.

"Don't let them run away!" Yan Shuangying shouted.

His voice was full of coldness and determination.

During the pursuit, the Japanese soldiers kept falling down.

Their cries and screams echoed in the valley, making people shudder.

But Wang Hao and his men had no mercy at all. These little Japanese devils had committed so many evil things that they did not deserve any sympathy at all.

Finally, after a fierce battle, the Japanese were completely defeated by Wang Hao and his men.

The valley was littered with the corpses of the Japanese devils, and their blood dyed the ground red.

Wang Hao and his men stood in the valley, looking at the corpses of the Japanese soldiers all over the ground, but the anger in their hearts had not completely subsided.

Wang Hao said: "Brothers, these little devils have committed so many evil things that it is not a pity for them to die.

Now that we are here, let’s go to Fengtian and kill all those little devils.”

The soldiers responded one after another, and their hearts were also burning with hatred for the Japanese.

They headed all the way to Fengtian, remaining highly vigilant along the way.

Soon after, they came to a village called Zhangjiagou.

The village was filled with an unusual atmosphere and seemed exceptionally quiet.

Most of the people in the village are old people and children, their faces are full of sorrow and fear.

Wang Hao frowned, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

When the villagers saw Wang Hao and his group of people, all carrying weapons, they immediately panicked.

The old people opened their eyes wide, their faces full of fear, and hugged the children around them tightly.

The children were also infected by the tense atmosphere. Some of them were so scared that they started crying, their little bodies trembling.

A white-haired old man said weakly with trembling lips:

"You... who are you? Are you here to arrest people again?"

The children nearby were so scared that they hid behind the old man.

Only a pair of frightened eyes were revealed, looking timidly at Wang Hao and the others.

Wang Hao quickly stepped forward and said in a kind tone: "Fellow villagers, don't be afraid, we are not bad people.

We are a team that specializes in fighting the Japanese devils."

The soldiers also echoed: "Yes, we are here to fight the Japanese and protect everyone. Don't be afraid."

Yan Shuangying smiled and squatted down, looking at the children hiding behind the old man, and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, kids, we won't hurt you.

Those little devils are the bad guys, we will drive them all away."

Duan Peng also walked among the villagers and explained patiently:

"Fellow villagers, we are different from the Japanese devils. We are the Eighth Route Army, and we fight to make everyone live a stable life."

When the villagers heard that they were from the Eighth Route Army, their tense expressions eased a little.

The fear in the old man's eyes slowly faded away, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

The children stopped crying and looked at Wang Hao and the others curiously.

Wang Hao saw that the villagers' emotions had stabilized, and then asked:

"Fellow villagers, what happened in this village?"

The villagers then slowly recounted the atrocities committed by the Japanese and the sufferings they had endured.

A white-haired old man with tears in his eyes said in a trembling voice:

“Those little devils are not human beings at all, they are simply beasts.

They suddenly broke into our village and arrested anyone they saw, except for us elderly and children who had difficulty moving around.

The young men in the village would never give in!

They fought back, but the Japanese were so cruel that they just started shooting at them with their guns.

My son was beaten to death by the Japanese while trying to protect his wife and children."

When the old man said this, he was so heartbroken that his body trembled uncontrollably.

A woman nearby also started crying:

“My husband, too, wanted to escape with us, but was discovered by the Japanese.

Without saying anything, they just started shooting.

I watched him fall in a pool of blood, but I could do nothing.

Those little devils also stole all the valuables from our house.

There was no food or clothing left.”

A child tugged at the old man's clothes and cried:

“Those little devils even set fire to our house.

Many of our friends have lost their homes.

They also took our parents away, and we don’t know where they took them.”

Another old man went on to say: "Those little devils are worse than animals, they search every house with guns.

Whenever I see anyone younger, I tie them up with a rope.

A few young men tried to escape, but were caught up by the Japanese and stabbed to death with bayonets.

They also threatened us that if anyone dared to resist, they would massacre the entire village.

We, the old, weak, women and children, can only watch them commit evil acts, but we can do nothing.”

The villagers talked one after another about the atrocities committed by the Japanese devils.

Everyone's face was filled with pain and anger.

As Wang Hao and his friends listened to the villagers' stories, the anger in their hearts burned again.

Wang Hao clenched his fists tightly and said through gritted teeth: "The Japanese are really too cruel.

Rest assured, fellow villagers, we will definitely avenge you and rescue all those who have been captured."

Yan Shuangying's eyes were also filled with anger, and he said:

"These damned little devils will pay a heavy price for what they did."

Duan Peng said angrily: "We absolutely cannot let the Japanese continue to be so arrogant.

We must let them know that we are not easy to bully.”

When the villagers heard what Wang Hao and his friends said, a glimmer of hope ignited in their hearts.

The old man said gratefully: "Thank you, Eighth Route Army comrades.

If you can rescue our loved ones, we will never forget your kindness in this life."

Wang Hao continued, "Old man, do you know why they arrested people and where they were taken?"

The old man shook his head helplessly: "We don't know either! We only know that they were taken away, and we don't know whether they are alive or dead."