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

The Eighth Route Army soldiers hid behind trenches and obstacles, shooting calmly, and every bullet hit the target accurately.

"Damn it!" Saburo Yamamoto cursed, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

As he watched the number of soldiers around him dwindle, a feeling of despair welled up in his heart.

He couldn't understand why he, with an army of a thousand men, was unable to defeat the enemy's Eighth Route Army of only two hundred men.

"This is impossible! We are the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire, how could we lose to these lowly Eighth Route Army soldiers?" Saburo Yamamoto was filled with resentment.

He continued to wave his saber and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Keep charging and kill these Eighth Route Army soldiers."

However, his cries seemed so weak at this moment.

The morale of the Japanese soldiers had hit rock bottom and they had no power to resist.

As the battle continued, the number of soldiers around Saburo Yamamoto dwindled.

He looked at the corpses and wounded soldiers on the ground, his heart filled with pain and despair.

He wanted to cry. He had never experienced such a brutal battle and had never thought that he would fail in such a situation.

"Are we really going to fail?" Saburo Yamamoto was full of doubts.

He looked at the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the opposite side, each of them full of fighting spirit.

The soldiers on his side, however, had eyes filled with fear and despair; they had lost the will to fight.

Saburo Yamamoto began to doubt his life.

He once thought that the army of the Empire of Japan was invincible and that they could easily conquer the people of this land.

But now, he found out that he was wrong.

These local guerrillas used their courage and wisdom to deal him a heavy blow.

"Turn in..."

Saburo Yamamoto shouted helplessly, his voice drawn out.

He knew that if they continued to fight, they would be completely wiped out.

When the Japanese heard the order to retreat, they turned around and fled.

They no longer had the courage to fight and just wanted to escape from this place of death as quickly as possible.

The two spies witnessed the successive failures of Jiro Yamamoto and Saburo Yamamoto on the chaotic battlefield, and their hearts were filled with fear and regret.

It was only then that they realized that Wang Hao and his men must have used them to pass on false information and set up this deadly trap.

The two spies looked at each other, despair and fear in their eyes.

They knew that if the Japanese pursued them, they would face extremely severe punishment.

Moreover, they are now on the battlefield and their lives are in danger at any time.

"What should we do? We have to leave this damn place as soon as possible." A spy whispered.

"Yes, let's slip away while there is chaos," another spy echoed.

The two men quietly began to move to the edge of the battlefield, trying to find an opportunity to escape.

They moved very cautiously, fearing to attract the attention of Wang Hao and others.

However, their every move did not escape Li San's eyes.

Li San kept a close eye on the two spies.

From the very beginning he received Wang Hao's order not to let the two spies escape.

He saw the spies trying to sneak away and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Want to run? Not that easy." Li San said softly.

He winked at several soldiers around him, then quietly followed the spy.

The two spies walked forward nervously, their hearts beating wildly and beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads.

They looked back as they walked, afraid of being discovered.

However, they did not notice that Li San and his team were getting closer and closer.

When the two spies walked to a relatively secluded place, they thought they had successfully escaped.

They just breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to quicken their pace and leave.

Just then, Li San and others suddenly rushed out.

"Stop! Where are you going?" Li San shouted loudly.

The two spies were startled by the sudden sound.

They pretended to be calm and said tremblingly: "We didn't go anywhere, we just came out to relieve ourselves."

Li San sneered: "Don't pretend, your identities have been discovered by us a long time ago."

The two spies looked at Li San and his friends in horror, their hearts filled with despair.

"You can't run away, so just surrender!" Li San continued.

The two spies knew they had no way out.

They looked at Li San in despair, their eyes filled with fear.

"No, we can't be caught." A spy suddenly shouted, then turned and tried to escape.

Li San raised his gun without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

There was a gunshot, and the spy fell to the ground.

Another spy trembled with fear when he saw his companion being beaten to death.

"Don't kill me, I surrender." The spy said tremblingly.

However, Li San did not soften his heart.

He knew that these spies had brought great harm to the anti-Japanese forces and they must pay the price for their actions.

"You deserve it." Li San said and pulled the trigger again.

The other spy also fell to the ground.

Li San looked at the bodies of the two spies on the ground without a trace of pity in his heart.

Li San and his men turned back to the battlefield and reported the situation to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao nodded and said, "Well done! These spies are as hateful as the devils. We must not let them go."

Saburo Yamamoto fled back to the headquarters in despair with his remaining troops.

His face was covered with smoke and dust, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

When he walked into the headquarters, the old devil Iwamoto was sitting at his desk with a gloomy face.

When he saw the miserable appearance of Saburo Yamamoto, he felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

"What happened? Why are you in such a mess? How is the battle going? Where is Jiro Yamamoto?" asked the old Japanese devil Iwamoto sternly.

Saburo Yamamoto fell to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his face.

He choked up and said, "Commander, we have failed.

"My second brother... he was killed by the Eighth Route Army. Our troops were almost wiped out."

After hearing what Saburo Yamamoto said, the old devil Iwamoto became so angry that his eyes turned red.

He stood up suddenly and slapped the table.

"Baga! What the hell is wrong with you? A force of more than 2,000 people was defeated so badly by the Tubalu? You still have the nerve to come back and see me?"

Saburo Yamamoto said tremblingly: "Commander, those Tubalu are too evil.

Their marksmanship was so accurate that our soldiers could not get close to them.

Moreover, they set a trap and we fell into their ambush.

When I led the troops forward, they seemed to be assisted by God.

No matter how hard we shot, we couldn't hit them, but they could easily hit our soldiers.

I have never seen anything like this, it's really weird.

They are not human beings at all, but a group of ghosts."

After hearing what Saburo Yamamoto said, the old devil Iwamoto was so angry that he kicked him to the ground.

"Fuck you, you're not a human being. Stop making excuses for your failure. You're trash, all trash." The old devil Iwamoto roared angrily.