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

They rushed forward, firing their weapons.

However, Yan Shuangying and his men's firepower is extremely strong.

The Japs were simply unable to break through their defenses.

In the fierce battle, the Japanese lost nearly a hundred people.

The old Japanese soldier Iwamoto was so angry that his lungs were about to explode as he watched his elite soldiers fall one after another.

"Commander, we can't get out! What should we do?" a Japanese officer asked in despair.

The old devil Iwamoto's face turned pale, he knew he had no way out.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Fight with them!"

Inspired by the old devil Iwamoto, the Japanese soldiers launched another frenzied attack.

However, their attacks seemed so weak under the powerful firepower of Yan Shuangying and his men.

Just when the Japanese were in despair.

Wang Hao, Duan Peng and others also followed.

Together with Yan Shuangying and his men, they formed a siege on the Japanese devils.

"You old devil Iwamoto, your doom has come!" Wang Hao shouted loudly.

The old devil Iwamoto looked around in horror, he knew that he was really finished this time.

"Bagayalo! Damn Eighth Route Army, I'm going to fight you to the death!" The old Japanese soldier Iwamoto shouted in despair.

He picked up his gun and prepared to go into battle himself.

But before he could fire, a bullet came and hit him in the arm.

The old Japanese soldier Iwamoto screamed and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

He looked at his bleeding arm, his heart filled with fear.

When the Japanese saw that Iwamoto was shot, they immediately dragged him back and leaned him against the wall.

The Japanese officer saw that he could neither run nor rush out.

He became ruthless, raised his saber and shouted, "Bagayalu! These damned Eighth Route Army soldiers!"

Warriors, cheer up and fight them. Kill them! Kill the chickens! "

The remaining one hundred or so Japanese soldiers immediately raised their guns and fired wildly at Wang Hao and his men.

But it doesn't have much effect at all.

The Japanese officer raised his saber again and wanted to say something.

But before he could open his mouth, he saw a bullet flying straight towards him.

The Japanese officer didn't have time to react before he was shot in the head with a "bang".

The Japanese officer fell straight back.

The dull sound seemed like the knell of death, ringing on this land.

The other Japanese soldiers looked at the fallen Japanese officer.

He was so frightened that he was stunned and just as he tried to run away, he was hit by a flood of bullets.

One after another fell in a pool of blood.

Iwamoto watched his subordinates fall one after another under the powerful firepower of Wang Hao and his men, his heart filled with despair and anger.

His eyes were red, as if they were about to spit fire.

It was a complex emotion intertwined with fear of death and hatred of the enemy.

He leaned against the wall, blood continuing to flow from the wound on his arm, staining his sleeves red.

His face was as pale as paper and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Iwamoto stared at Wang Hao and others who were gradually approaching, his heart filled with unwillingness.

"Baga! Damn Wang Hao, damn Tubalu!"

Iwamoto gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

His body was shaking slightly, and the anger in his heart was burning like a raging fire.

He wished he could rush forward immediately and die together with Wang Hao and the others.

But he knew that he no longer had the ability to resist.

Wang Hao and his men approached step by step.

Their figures became clearer and clearer in Iwamoto's eyes.

Iwamoto's heartbeat became faster and faster, and he could feel the breath of death enveloping him.

He clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms but he didn't feel any pain.

His mind kept replaying his past glory and honor, as well as his current desolation and despair.

"Commander, what...what should we do?" Iwamoto's guard asked weakly.

Iwamoto glanced at the guard and felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

He knew that they had no way out.

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "We are the warriors of the empire. Even if we die, we must die with dignity."

The guard nodded, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Wang Hao and the others were getting closer and closer, and Iwamoto could even hear their footsteps and breathing.

Old devil Iwamoto forced himself to remain calm.

As he watched Wang Hao and the others getting closer, flames burst out of his eyes.

"You old devil Iwamoto, surrender! Your death is approaching." Wang Hao said loudly.

But at this moment, Iwamoto suddenly became furious, pulled out a gun, pointed it at Wang Hao's chest and shot.

His eyes were full of determination and madness.

It was as if he wanted to use this final blow to restore his dignity.

However, fate played a cruel joke on him at this time.

There was a "click" sound and the gun jammed.

Iwamoto was dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the gun in his hand, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

At the same moment, Iwamoto pulled out his gun and shot Wang Hao.

Wang Hao and Yan Shuangying pulled the trigger decisively without any hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..." A series of gunshots rang out.

The bullets cut through the air like lightning and flew towards Iwamoto.

Iwamoto's body was shaking from the beating.

His eyes widened, filled with fear and despair.

He never expected that his final struggle would fail in this way.

After a while, the body slowly fell down.

The old devil Iwamoto fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes open.

His face still showed the fear and despair of the last moment, as if telling of his unwillingness.

Monkey looked at Iwamoto's body, shook his head and said, "This guy is really looking for death!

It has come to this, and you still refuse to surrender.

You had to resist, and now you've got yourself killed."

Xiao Cao nodded and continued, "That's right. You're still so stubborn even when you're facing death. Do you think you can turn the tables? That's just wishful thinking."

Li San also smiled and said: "This little devil won't cry until he sees the coffin.

You are surrounded by us, yet you still want to resist. You are really overestimating your own abilities."

“This old devil Iwamoto is too stupid. He could have surrendered and saved his life.

You insisted on taking it, and now you've lost your life." Xiao Chen echoed.

Yan Shuangying rolled his eyes at them and said, "This old devil is smart. He knows that surrendering will lead to a more miserable death, so he might as well die like this."

The soldiers all laughed out loud: "Haha! Right, right, right."

Wang Hao also smiled and said, "Alright, alright, let's clean up the battlefield first."

The soldiers took immediate action.

Duan Peng said: "Brother Hao, have you noticed that something seems to be missing?"

Yan Shuangying narrowed his eyes and said, "It's Doihara. We've been fighting for so long, why hasn't Doihara shown up?"

Just then, Li San found a shivering Japanese soldier in a corner.