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

The Japs tried to find cover to avoid the explosion.

But in this open area, there is no safe place to be found.

They could only run in desperation, not knowing whether they would be affected by the aftermath of the explosion in the next second.

In the flames of the explosion, the bodies of the Japanese soldiers were lying on the ground in all directions.

Some were blown to pieces, while others were burnt into charcoal.

The blood dyed the earth red, mixing with the smoke and dust, forming a tragic picture.

Jiro Yamamoto looked at the tragic scene in front of him and cursed the two spies' ancestors for generations.

He also regretted that he had underestimated his enemy and fell into Wang Hao's trap.

But it was too late to regret now, and he could only try desperately to save his life.

"Turn around! Turn around quickly!" Jiro Yamamoto shouted at the top of his lungs.

But when he looked back, he could not find many Japanese soldiers standing.

He was so angry that he couldn't speak. The two thousand men he led were almost wiped out in just an instant.

Jiro Yamamoto looked at the tragic scene in front of him and his veins bulged with anger.

He never imagined that he led two thousand men with full confidence, but almost all of them were wiped out before they could even fire a shot.

This was undoubtedly the most failed battle he had ever fought, and a deep sense of shame surged in his heart.

"Baka! Baka! What on earth went wrong?" Yamamoto Jiro roared, his voice full of anger and unwillingness.

He looked around at the soldiers who had once been full of energy.

Now they are either blown to pieces or struggling on the ground in pain.

His heart was filled with regret, regretting that he had underestimated the enemy and had not treated this operation more cautiously.

But it was too late to regret now. He knew clearly that the only way out was to escape.

As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood.

Yes, Saburo is supporting him from behind. As long as he runs fast enough, he will be able to escape.

Jiro Yamamoto gritted his teeth, turned around and started running away frantically.

On the other side, Wang Hao and his team would not let Jiro Yamamoto escape so easily.

Wang Hao looked at Jiro Yamamoto's fleeing back, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Chase them! We can't let them run away!" Wang Hao shouted loudly.

The soldiers immediately rushed out of the trenches and chased the Japanese.

As they ran, they shot those Japanese soldiers who were not yet dead.

Every gunshot represents anger and resistance against the invaders.

At this time, Saburo Yamamoto, who was supporting in the rear, also received news that Jiro Yamamoto had been ambushed, and he was extremely anxious.

He led a thousand warriors and rushed towards the battlefield madly.

Yamamoto Jiro was running as fast as he could. At this moment, he only hated his parents for not giving him two more legs.

He looked back as he ran away, and saw Wang Hao and his men catching up with him, which frightened him to death.

Niu Dadan rushed the fastest. He ran in the front, his face flushed and his eyes burning with anger.

He carried a machine gun and stared closely at the fleeing Yamamoto Ichiro.

When he saw Ichiro Yamamoto, he raised his machine gun without hesitation.

"You damn Japanese, let's see where you can run!" Niu Dadan roared and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da..."

In an instant, the machine gun spewed out angry flames, and bullets flew towards Ichiro Yamamoto like a rainstorm.

The next second, Jiro Yamamoto was beaten into a sieve.

His body trembled violently under the impact of the bullet, and then he slowly fell to the ground.

His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he was finished like this.

The monkey looked at the cow's bold behavior and said jokingly, "You are still so rude, Bold."

When Saburo Yamamoto arrived, he just saw Jiro Yamamoto being beaten into a sieve by Niu Dadan and slowly falling down.

And Jiro Yamamoto has also seen Saburo Yamamoto.

At the moment I fell, my heart was filled with despair.

He was almost able to escape successfully.

But, just this short of it, he would never reach his destination.

His eyes were wide open, as if expressing his unwillingness and regret.

"idiot!"

Saburo Yamamoto's eyes turned red with anger, and flames of rage burned in his heart.

He never expected that his second brother would die in front of him like this.

He wished he could rush up immediately and tear Wang Hao and the others into pieces.

He rushed towards Jiro Yamamoto regardless of everything, but Jiro Yamamoto was already dead at this time.

Saburo Yamamoto raised his red eyes and looked at Wang Hao and the others angrily.

But the next moment, he was frightened by the scene before him.

He saw the corpses of Japanese soldiers all over the ground, broken limbs and arms everywhere, and blood dyed the land red.

Saburo Yamamoto wished he could skin Wang Hao and the others alive.

"Charge! Avenge my second brother!" Yamamoto Saburo roared at the top of his lungs.

He waved his saber and led the Japanese soldiers towards Wang Hao and his men.

The Japanese soldiers were also enraged by this tragic scene. They charged forward desperately like angry beasts.

Wang Hao and his men looked at Saburo Yamamoto and the Japanese soldiers rushing towards them without any fear.

"Everyone, stay hidden and wait until the Japanese get closer before attacking!" Wang Hao shouted.

The soldiers looked for cover, hid behind trenches and obstacles, and waited for the best time to shoot.

Saburo Yamamoto led the Japanese soldiers closer and closer, and their shouts were deafening.

When the Japanese soldiers entered the shooting range, Wang Hao decisively ordered to open fire.

"beat!"

At Wang Hao's command, the soldiers immediately pulled the trigger and the sound of gunfire rang out like a rainstorm.

The Japanese soldiers rushing in the front were beaten down one after another.

But Saburo Yamamoto did not retreat. He continued to lead the Japanese soldiers forward.

At this time, he was already furious. He only wanted to kill Wang Hao and the others to relieve his hatred.

"For my second brother! For the empire! Charge! Kill! Kill the chickens!" Saburo Yamamoto shouted madly, holding his saber.

However, he was soon dumbfounded.

Those Eighth Route Army soldiers seemed to be assisted by God. The bullets they fired seemed to have eyes and could always cleverly avoid those Eighth Route Army soldiers.

"Damn it! What's going on?" Saburo Yamamoto roared, his heart filled with confusion and anger.

He watched helplessly as his soldiers fell one after another, while the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side remained unharmed.

Every gunshot fired by the enemy meant the loss of life of one of their warriors.

Their screams echoed in the air, making Saburo Yamamoto's heart heavier.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and bullets flying.

Saburo Yamamoto anxiously directed the soldiers to adjust the shooting angles, trying to find a way to break through the Eighth Route Army's defense line.

However, no matter how hard they tried, the result was the same.

Clearly the other side only had one or two hundred people, but after fighting for so long, we didn't even touch a hair of the enemy.