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

Yamamoto Jiro said loudly: "Everyone, stay alert. This mission must succeed, not fail."

The Japanese soldiers responded in unison: "Yes!"

On the other hand, at the warehouse, Wang Hao and his team were waiting quietly in the trench.

Wang Hao and his companions kept an eye on the two spies while waiting.

Wang Hao said, "Li San, you are responsible for keeping a close eye on those two spies and don't let them cause any trouble. When the Japanese come, take them down immediately."

Li San nodded silently.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the air was filled with tension.

Finally, a noisy sound was heard in the distance, and the Japanese troops were getting closer and closer.

As the noisy sounds in the distance became clearer and clearer.

The Japanese troops slowly came like a black tide.

The sound of their footsteps and the collision of equipment intertwined together, breaking the originally tense and silent atmosphere.

The Japanese soldiers gradually approached the ambush circle, and when they saw the warehouse not far away, their pace slowed down a little.

Jiro Yamamoto raised his hand and signaled the troops to stop.

He looked solemn, and his eyes revealed a complex emotion of vigilance and excitement.

He slowly picked up the telescope and carefully observed the situation ahead.

Through the telescope, Jiro Yamamoto first saw the trenches dug by Wang Hao and his men.

The trenches are winding and twisting like a giant dragon lurking on the earth.

However, what puzzled him was that he did not see as many enemies in the trenches as he expected.

Jiro Yamamoto frowned slightly and thought secretly in his mind.

He carefully observed the surrounding environment again.

Apart from the faintly visible trench, there seemed to be nothing else unusual.

Yamamoto Jiro put down the binoculars, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Damn Tubalu, just pretending to be powerful."

He turned to face the Japanese soldiers behind him, raised his saber, and shouted:

Yamamoto Jiro raised his saber and shouted, "Warriors of the Empire! Look, those cunning Tubalu are ahead.

They dug trenches and tried to use this little trick to stop the progress of our Imperial Japanese Army. It was simply a daydream!

Do they think they can escape our sanctions by hiding in these shallow trenches?

No! Today, we will let them know how tragic the consequences of opposing the Empire of Japan are! "

The Japanese soldiers straightened their backs, with fanaticism in their eyes.

Yamamoto Jiro continued to shout: "Once we capture Wang Hao and his men, all those rebels will be killed by our swords.

After victory, I promise you that promotion, wealth and beautiful girls will all belong to you.

We must let these lowly Chinese know that the Empire of Japan is the master of this land!"

"For the glory of the Empire! For His Majesty the Emperor.

For our victory and reward, charge! Kill them! Kill the chickens! "

Jiro Yamamoto shouted at the top of his lungs and swung the saber in his hand forward with all his might.

The Japanese soldiers were immediately energized and shouted in unison: "For the Empire! For His Majesty the Emperor! Charge!"

They marched in neat steps, step by step, towards the warehouse and trenches, as if they had seen the carnival after the victory.

Little do they know that what is waiting for them is a death trap carefully set by Wang Hao and others.

Jiro Yamamoto's face was grim and he was constantly fantasizing in his mind.

The scene where Wang Hao and others were trampled under his feet was completely unaware of the impending catastrophe.

He led the Japanese troops confidently, step by step into the battlefield which seemed peaceful but was full of murderous intent.

In the trench on the warehouse side, Wang Hao and his men were observing Jiro Yamamoto's every move with binoculars.

When they saw Jiro Yamamoto giving a passionate speech, they couldn't help feeling speechless.

"Hmph, these damn Japanese guys are quite good at showing off." Yan Shuangying sneered.

"Haha, he won't be able to pretend later." said the monkey with a smile.

Wang Hao nodded and stared at the Japanese troops.

He silently calculated the distance in his mind, waiting for the best time to detonate.

"Everyone is ready. When the Japanese get closer, we will give them a surprise." Wang Hao whispered.

The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes full of anticipation.

As time went by, the Japanese soldiers, led by Jiro Yamamoto, gradually walked into the explosive circle carefully set up by Wang Hao and his men.

Wang Hao and his men looked through telescopes and watched the Japanese soldiers step into the trap step by step, feeling both nervous and excited.

After making sure that all the Japanese soldiers had entered the explosive circle, Wang Hao decisively raised his hand and shouted, "Detonate!"

The soldier in charge of detonation immediately pressed the detonator in his hand.

In an instant, a series of earth-shaking noises broke the silence.

A violent explosion occurred five hundred meters in front of the warehouse, with flames shooting into the sky and smoke filling the air.

The Japanese were frightened and panicked by the sudden explosion.

More than half of the Japanese soldiers lost their lives instantly in the explosion, and the injured ones groaned in pain.

Jiro Yamamoto was almost knocked to the ground by the sudden explosion.

He looked at the chaos around him in horror, his heart filled with anger.

He shouted loudly: "Bakayalu! We have fallen into a trap. There is an ambush."

He never thought that he would fall into the trap set by Wang Hao and his friends.

"Hurry, turn around!" Yamamoto Jiro shouted at the top of his lungs.

But how could Wang Hao let them go? There was a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Wang Hao stared closely at the panicked Japanese soldiers.

Without hesitation, he gave the order again: "Continue to detonate!"

The soldier in charge of detonation immediately followed the order and pressed the detonator decisively.

In an instant, another round of more violent explosions broke out among the Japanese devils.

The flames rose into the sky again like an angry dragon, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The powerful shock wave was like an invisible giant hand, blasting the Japanese soldiers away and tearing them apart.

Those Japanese soldiers who were struggling to escape were instantly blown to pieces again.

The roar of the explosion was deafening, like the roar of the earth.

Shrapnel flew everywhere like raindrops, mercilessly penetrating the bodies of the Japanese soldiers.

Some of the Japanese soldiers were blown away, their bodies twisted into strange shapes in the air.

Then it fell heavily to the ground and there was no more sound.

The battlefield was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.

The Japanese soldiers' screams came one after another, and their faces were filled with fear and despair.

Jiro Yamamoto watched his troops helpless in the continuous explosions, and his heart was filled with anger and helplessness.

"Baka! Baka!" Jiro Yamamoto roared madly, but at this time he was unable to organize an effective resistance.

His troops were thrown into complete chaos by this sudden attack. The soldiers fled in all directions and refused to obey orders at all.