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

Wang Hao watched the commander of the Suwon division jump off his horse.

Then I saw the Japanese soldiers gathered together in panic.

A meaningful smile appeared on his face.

That smile contained mockery of the stupid behavior of the Japanese devils.

There was also the excitement of about to deal them a fatal blow.

Wang Hao walked to the mortar, squatted down, and reached out to pick up a shell.

"Hehe! Old buddy, let's see how we deal with these little Japanese devils today." Wang Hao said as he loaded the shells.

"Okay, now it's up to you." Wang Hao patted the mortar body gently.

After determining the target, Wang Hao pulled the launch rope without hesitation.

There was a loud "bang" and the shell flew out like an arrow.

The shell drew a beautiful arc in the air.

It landed exactly where the Japanese devils gathered.

Suddenly, flames shot up into the sky and smoke filled the air.

The Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces and screams were heard one after another.

"what!"

"Bagaya road!"

The screams of the Japanese devils echoed across the battlefield, making people shudder.

Some of the Japanese soldiers who were blown away had their arms broken.

Some had broken legs, and some were even blown beyond recognition.

They rolled on the ground in pain, and their blood dyed the earth red.

The commander of the Mizuhara division also fell to the ground in fear, feeling the shaking of the earth with lingering fear.

When he struggled to get up, he was already covered in dust and dirt.

His uniform was covered in dirt and dust, and his hair was messy and stuck to his forehead.

He looked around and saw that his soldiers had suffered heavy losses in this round of shelling, and anger burned in his heart.

The horse that had been with him for a long time was now lying in a pool of blood, motionless, which made him even more angry.

He gripped the saber tightly in his hand, his teeth chattering.

As if to vent all the anger.

"Everyone, charge! Charge for the glory of the empire!"

The Mizuhara division commander yelled at the top of his lungs.

He raised his saber and pointed it in the direction of Wang Hao and the others.

However, the Japanese were frightened by the previous artillery fire.

They all stood there, staring at Mizuhara stupidly.

Their eyes were filled with fear and hesitation.

His body was trembling slightly, and he was obviously afraid of charging again.

As Division Commander Mizuhara looked at these cowardly soldiers, his anger reached its peak.

"You cowards! How can the warriors of the empire be so cowardly!" he roared, his face flushed red.

He looked at these devils who disobeyed his orders and got so angry that he slashed at one of the devils next to him with a knife.

The devil's eyes widened, his face full of horror.

Before he could even let out a scream, he fell to the ground.

The other Japanese soldiers retreated in fear, with even more terrified expressions on their faces.

Just then, another shell whizzed over.

Commander Mizuhara looked up in horror.

Watching the shell draw an arc in the air and fly towards them.

The shells were getting closer and closer, and the Japanese soldiers began to flee in all directions, with screams and shouts coming one after another.

His heart tightened and he immediately stepped back, but it was too late.

There was a loud "boom!" and the shell exploded among the Japanese.

Flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, and the Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces, with their limbs and arms flying in the air.

The commander of the Mizuhara division was knocked to the ground by the shock wave of the explosion.

He felt as if his body was pierced by countless sharp blades and was in great pain.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the tragic scene around him.

The battlefield was in a mess, with corpses lying all over the place and blood staining the ground red.

Those once invincible Japanese devils are now filled with only fear and despair.

"Baka! Baka!" The Mizuhara division commander shouted in despair.

When the monkey saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, Brother Hao is awesome! These little Japanese devils are in trouble now." Monkey said with a big laugh.

The soldiers also smiled: "Brother Hao, you are awesome!"

"Now the Japanese know how powerful we are." The soldiers said in unison.

Wang Hao didn't hesitate at all, he quickly reloaded the gun.

Prepare to continue to deal a fatal blow to the Japanese.

"Brothers, just watch! None of these little Japanese devils will be able to escape today." Wang Hao said loudly.

Another shell was loaded into the barrel. Wang Hao aimed at the target again and fired decisively.

The shell once again landed accurately among the Japanese soldiers, causing another violent explosion.

The Japanese soldiers fled in all directions during the explosion like a group of headless flies.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair.

They have completely lost the courage to fight.

"Baga! How come these Eighth Route Army soldiers are so powerful!" the Japanese officer shouted in horror.

"Run!" The Japanese soldiers turned around and fled, but it was too late.

Wang Hao continued to fire, and each shell was like an angry bullet, constantly falling on the Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces and their screams were heard everywhere.

Under Wang Hao's fierce attack, the Japanese were quickly defeated.

Their bodies lay scattered on the ground like piles of garbage.

The commander of the Mizuhara division looked at his soldiers, who were completely unable to fight back under Wang Hao's attack.

His heart was filled with despair. He knew that he had completely failed.

"Baka! We were defeated by these local thugs."

The Mizuhara division commander cursed angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

Division Commander Mizuhara looked at the devastation on the battlefield.

His own soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and his heart was filled with despair and anger.

But he also understood that continuing to fight at this time would only result in more deaths of soldiers.

So he gritted his teeth and decided to escape.

"Turn around! Turn around!" the Mizuhara division commander shouted at the top of his lungs.

There was panic and fear in his voice.

There is no longer the arrogance and confidence of the past.

Those surviving Japanese soldiers heard the order from the Mizuhara division commander.

As if they had grabbed a life-saving straw, they turned around and ran.

They had thrown away their weapons and armor and were in a terrible state, without any trace of their former dignity.

The commander of the Mizuwon Division looked back at the troops he brought with him and felt sad.

The original mighty 5,000 people were now few in number, less than a thousand.

Of the one thousand elite soldiers who came to support, only less than five hundred were left.

They were all in rags and looked terrified.

It was as if he had just escaped from hell.

"Baga! How is this possible? Damn Tubalu.

One day I will tear you into pieces."

The commander of the Mizuhara division fled with the Japanese while roaring.

Led by Division Commander Mizuhara, the Japanese soldiers fled in panic.

They panicked and some returned along the same path, while others ran into the vegetation nearby.

However, what they didn't know was that an even more terrible fate was waiting for them.