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

The commander of the Mizuwon division quickly turned around and left the command center and began to assemble his troops.

After a while, five thousand Japanese soldiers were lined up in an orderly manner.

The Mizuhara Division Commander stood in front of the team and said loudly:

"Brave warriors of the Imperial Army, we have found the hiding place of those damned Tubalu.

This time, we must destroy them all and fight for the honor of the empire!"

"Fight for the honor of the empire!" Five thousand Japanese soldiers shouted in unison, the sound was deafening.

Following Mizuhara's order, five thousand Japanese soldiers set out in a mighty force.

Mizuhara was riding on a horse, looking ahead with a stern look in his eyes.

He knew that this mission was extremely difficult, but he had no way out.

He must succeed or he will face severe punishment.

During the march, Mizuwon kept thinking about the battle plan.

He knew that Wang Hao and the others must have made adequate preparations.

Last time they set up various traps and waited for them to arrive.

He must be careful this time and not fall into the trap so easily.

Soon, they arrived near where Wang Hao and his group were staying.

Mizuhara said to the adjutant beside him:

"Pass the order down, and let the soldiers be on high alert.

Pay attention to the surrounding situation. If you find a trap, report it immediately. "

The Japanese adjutant immediately conveyed Mizuhara's order.

The five thousand Japanese soldiers advanced more cautiously.

Their eyes constantly scan the surrounding environment

He held the weapon tightly in his hand, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

As they continued to move forward, they were getting closer and closer to the abandoned village where Wang Hao and his group were.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if a storm was about to come.

In the abandoned village, Wang Hao and his team had already noticed the actions of the Japanese devils.

Through the observation post, they discovered a huge group of Japanese soldiers in the distance.

"Brother Hao, the Japanese are coming. There are quite a lot of them this time, about five thousand people." Duan Peng said nervously.

Yan Shuangying said: "The Japanese have come in so many numbers, it seems they are ready to fight us to the death."

Wang Hao's eyes narrowed: "Since the Japanese are determined to fight to the death, let them have a taste of our power.

Brothers, prepare to fight! We must make sure the little devils never return!"

The soldiers picked up their weapons and quickly got into combat positions.

Wang Hao and his team carefully checked the traps around the village again.

He knew that these traps would be their important weapons against the Japanese.

He must ensure the effectiveness of the trap and inflict heavy damage on the Japanese in it.

“Everyone, please pay attention and act according to the plan.

Wait until the Japanese enter the trap area before launching the attack." Wang Hao said loudly.

The soldiers nodded to show that they understood.

At this time, the Japanese had already entered the trap.

Suddenly, one of the Japanese soldiers walking in front was tripped by a rope.

He lunged forward suddenly and fell flat on his face.

At the same time, sharp bamboo sticks flew out from the bushes nearby.

Instantly, he stabbed several Japanese soldiers, who fell to the ground and screamed.

The other Japanese soldiers stopped immediately and dared not move forward.

The commander of the Mizuhara division raised his saber and shouted, "Bakayaro! You think you can stop me with just this little trick? Keep going."

There was no choice but for the Japs to move forward.

But before he had taken a few steps, he heard a "click".

One of the Japanese soldiers accidentally stepped on a rope trap hidden under the fallen leaves.

In an instant, a stone fell from the sky and hit him hard.

The Japanese soldier let out a scream and fell to the ground, twitching in pain.

The Japanese soldiers nearby were suddenly frightened and panicked, and retreated one after another.

"Baka!" Mizuhara was so angry when he saw this scene that his face turned blue.

His eyes were wide open and he cursed loudly.

But he also knew that he couldn't back down.

So he suppressed his anger and ordered his troops to move forward.

Although the Japanese soldiers were afraid, they had no choice but to move forward under the orders of their superiors.

They observed their surroundings more carefully, and walked on thin ice with every step.

However, not long after, several more Japanese soldiers triggered the trap buried on the road.

They missed a step and fell into a deep pit filled with sharp bamboo sticks and iron nails.

These Japanese soldiers let out shrill screams and struggled in pain at the bottom of the pit.

Some were pierced by bamboo sticks and blood was flowing out.

Some had their feet pierced by iron nails and were unable to move.

Seeing this tragic scene, the other Japanese soldiers were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they dared not move forward another step.

They looked at their injured companions in horror, their hearts filled with fear.

"Damn it! Don't stop." Mizuhara got angry again.

He brandished the saber in his hand and shouted loudly: "Keep moving forward! Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"

Under the threat of Mizuhara's division commander, the Japanese had to muster up their courage again and continue to move forward.

But their hearts were filled with fear, and they took every step in fear.

The Japanese soldiers moved forward cautiously as if they were facing a great enemy. They looked both nervous and funny.

Their eyes were wide open and their heads kept turning left and right like a group of frightened rabbits.

I had to test the ground before every step, for fear of accidentally triggering a trap.

The few Japanese soldiers walking in the front were hunched over.

The rifle in his hand stretched forward, like a blind man feeling an elephant.

Their faces were filled with fear and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

One of the Japanese soldiers accidentally kicked a small stone and jumped up in fright.

His companions were also frightened by his actions and raised their guns to aim around.

Their steps were extremely slow, as if they were walking on an extremely unsafe glass plank road.

Every step was filled with hesitation and fear.

That cautious look makes people laugh.

However, despite their caution, they were unable to escape the trap.

Suddenly, another heart-pounding "click" sound was heard.

An unlucky Japanese soldier once again triggered the rope trap hidden under the fallen leaves.

This time, several sharp arrows flew out from the bushes nearby.

Shooting at the devils at an extremely fast speed.

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers were unable to dodge and were hit by arrows, falling to the ground screaming.

They rolled in pain, and their blood dyed the surrounding land red.

The other devils were so frightened that they stood dumbfounded.

It took them a moment to react and they retreated in panic.

Their faces were filled with fear and their eyes revealed despair.

When the Mizuhara division commander saw this scene, he was so angry that he trembled all over.

His face was ashen and the veins on his forehead bulged as if they were about to burst at any moment.

"Bakayaro! Don't panic, stay calm." The Mizuwon division commander shouted loudly.

His eyes were wide open with anger. He suppressed the rage in his heart and gave the order to move forward again.