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

After hanging up the phone, old man Iwamoto slumped down in his chair weakly.

His back was soaked with sweat.

The conversation just now made him feel unprecedented pressure.

He knew that he had to succeed this time, otherwise he would face a catastrophe.

Iwamoto took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He began to think about his next plan of action.

He knew that time was running out and he had to make a decision quickly.

Only in this way can the problem be solved in the shortest possible time.

He stood up and paced up and down the room.

His brows were furrowed, and he kept thinking of various plans in his mind.

He knew that this mission was extremely difficult.

He needs to give full play to his wisdom and courage to lead the troops out of difficulties.

The Japanese chief of staff standing by was filled with worry when he saw Iwamoto's distraught look.

The Japanese Chief of Staff walked up to Iwamoto and said softly, "Commander, the situation is very critical.

If we can't get rid of Wang Hao and his gang, we'll all be dead."

Iwamoto raised his head and looked at the chief of staff, his eyes full of helplessness.

He said, “So what do you think we should do?”

The chief of staff pondered for a moment and said, "Your Excellency Commander, we can only send out our last elite troops and tanks to kill Wang Hao and his men.

This is our last chance. If we fail again, we will have no way out.”

Iwamoto gritted his teeth and said, "Let's do it! Either Wang Hao and the others die this time, or I die myself."

His eyes were full of determination, as if he had made up his mind to fight to the death with Wang Hao and the others.

Soon, the Japanese headquarters became busy.

Iwamoto personally gave the order and mobilized the last elite troops.

Two tanks were prepared to launch a final attack on Wang Hao and his men.

The Japanese soldiers acted quickly, checking their weapons and equipment and preparing ammunition.

Making final preparations for the upcoming battle.

Iwamoto stood in the command center, looking at the busy soldiers, his heart filled with tension and anxiety.

He knew that this was a life-and-death battle, even if he could not eliminate Wang Hao and his men.

We must also trap them and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

If they fail, death awaits them.

"I must succeed!" Iwamoto prayed silently in his heart.

At the same time, Wang Hao and others took advantage of the Japanese chaos and decided to launch a counterattack.

They moved cautiously toward the exit of the alley.

Everyone's eyes were filled with determination.

When they approached the alley, they also saw the Japanese devils.

Wang Hao gave the order: "Fire!"

Everyone immediately started firing at the Japanese soldiers.

Bullets poured out like raindrops, instantly breaking the brief silence on the battlefield.

The Japanese soldiers didn't expect Wang Hao and his men to rush out, and they were all caught off guard by the sudden attack.

They were already in despair and chaos because of the accidental bombing of the immigrant community by artillery shells.

There was simply no time to make an effective response.

Some of the Japanese soldiers fled in panic.

Some of them blindly raised their guns to fight back, but without any order.

When the commander of the Nakano Brigade saw Wang Hao and his men, he was immediately shocked and angry.

He yelled frantically: "Bagayalu! Machine gun fire! Kill them all!"

The Japanese machine gunners quickly turned their guns around, trying to stop Wang Hao and others from breaking through.

However, it seemed as if fate had played a trick on them again.

The bullets fired by the machine guns couldn't hit Wang Hao and the others at all.

Bullets whizzed past Wang Hao and the others.

But it just raised some dust and did not cause any substantial damage.

The head of the Nakano Brigade opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief.

He watched his machine gunners firing wildly.

But those bullets seemed to be under a spell, and they passed by Wang Hao and others one after another.

An unprecedented feeling of fear and frustration surged in his heart.

"Baga! What the hell is going on?" Brigade Commander Nakano roared.

The voice was filled with despair and anger.

The Japanese soldiers looked at each other, their eyes full of fear.

They had never encountered a situation like this.

The enemy was right before their eyes, but their bullets couldn't hit him.

The morale of the Japanese soldiers instantly fell to the bottom.

They were already in chaos and despair because of the accidental bombing of the immigrant community by artillery shells.

Now that I have encountered this strange situation again, the fear in my heart has become even stronger.

Some Japanese soldiers even began to tremble and could not hold their guns steadily.

"Your Excellency, Commander, this is too weird.

Our bullets can't hit them at all!" a Japanese officer said in horror.

The head of the Nakano Brigade had a gloomy expression on his face. He stared at Wang Hao and others, his heart full of doubts.

He didn't understand what magical powers these Eighth Route Army soldiers had.

It actually made all their bullets miss.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Keep firing! I don't believe we can't hit them!"

The Japs raised their guns again and fired wildly.

Bullets poured out like a rainstorm, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in smoke and fire.

However, Wang Hao and his men were still able to move through the hail of bullets unscathed.

They dodged the bullets flexibly, sometimes moving forward and sometimes moving backward.

It was as if we were playing a deadly game with the Japanese devils.

The face of the Nakano Brigade Commander became more and more ugly.

Wang Hao and his men continued to approach the Japanese with their flexible movements and accurate shooting.

Each bullet seemed to carry the wrath of revenge, accurately hitting one Japanese soldier after another.

The Japanese soldiers fell one after another, and the battlefield was in a mess.

At this moment, the artillery commander jumped out in panic and tried to command the artillery to fire again.

He yelled at the top of his lungs and gestured frantically.

However, his fate was sealed at this moment.

Wang Hao looked at the Japanese commander jumping up and down, he quickly took aim and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

There was a loud bang and a bullet flew out like lightning.

It hit the artillery commander's head accurately.

The artillery commander fell to the ground instantly, blood gushing from his head.

When the commander of the Nakano Brigade saw this scene, he was so angry that he screamed.

His face turned red and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Baga! Baga!" He waved his command knife wildly.

But I don’t know how to deal with the situation at hand.

The Japanese were also frightened by the fierce counterattack of Wang Hao and his men.

They looked at the brigade commander Nakano, expecting him to give effective instructions.

But Nakano was already in extreme anger and despair at this time and was unable to think calmly.

The atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense.

At this time, the traitor Li Si was so scared that he didn't care about the reward money and just wanted to escape.

He backed away slowly in fear, just wanting to leave as quickly as possible.

But as soon as he took a step, he was discovered by the commander of the Nakano Brigade.

"Bagayalo! You damned Chinese, you still want to run away."

The commander of the Nakano Brigade raised his saber in anger.