"Hurry up."
Under Yamamoto Ichiki's urging, the two Japanese soldiers jumped up, hunched their backs, and quickly rushed forward. There was an earthen wall at the entrance of the village, and it was a good cover.
Thump thump.
Yamamoto Ichiki led the other Japanese soldiers and followed closely behind.
Thump.
The two Japanese men rushed over and leaned against the wall. Then, there was nothing else because the moment they leaned over, the wall collapsed with a bang, and the two of them fell flat on their faces.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots rang out, and blood spurted out from the chest of the Japanese soldier who had yet to get up. He was dead. However, he died in a sullen manner. Even before he died, he could not figure out why the mud wall was so bad.
Baka!
This jerry-built project!
Yamamoto Ichiki's expression changed as he cursed in his heart. They couldn't even build a wall properly. These people really deserved to die.
"Disperse."
The earth wall collapsed, and the group of Japanese soldiers were exposed. They had no place to hide and could only scatter and find cover.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of an explosion rang out again, and fireballs rolled. Looking at the few Japanese soldiers who were blown away, Yamamoto Ichiki's heart was bleeding. These were the elites he had painstakingly trained, but now, so many of them had died without even seeing the shadow of the enemy. He hated it.
"Be careful."
As he spoke, he moved.
Crash!
His feet suddenly loosened, and Yamamoto Ichiki reacted quickly. His left foot stopped and he wanted to pull away, but with a whoosh, the entire place collapsed, and he fell down with a plop.
In an instant, an extremely disgusting stench entered his nose. Looking at the feces and urine all over his body, Yamamoto Ichiki's stomach churned and he wanted to vomit. Who the hell was so unethical to dig a latrine pit here?
"Sir, sir."
A few Japanese soldiers rushed over and lay on the side. They reached out and pulled Yamamoto Ichiki up, who was covered in feces and urine. Then, they quickly took a few steps back. It was really too smelly.
" Calm down. You must calm down."
Yamamoto Ichiki knew that anger was a taboo for special forces soldiers. It would make people lose their judgment.
Whoosh.
He wanted to take a deep breath, but the feces stuck to his nose were sucked into his nose and then into his throat. Yamamoto Ichiki couldn't take it anymore. He turned around and spat it out.
After vomiting for a while, Yamamoto Ichiki felt that he was not in a good state. However, he gritted his teeth and held on. There were only a dozen bandits. He did not believe that they could stop them.
"Go."
The Japanese soldiers were obviously much more careful. They were always staring at their feet, afraid that there would be mines or latrines.
Thump thump.
"Why did you stop?"
Yamamoto Ichiki, who was observing his surroundings, asked in a low voice when he saw the Japanese soldiers stop.
"Sir, it's an image of His Majesty the Emperor.”
What was that?
Yamamoto Ichiki turned his head. As expected, there was an image of the Japanese emperor hanging in front of him. He couldn't help but be stunned. What was going on?
In their hearts, the Japanese Emperor was a god-like existence.
"Be careful. You must not destroy that image.”
Yamamoto Ichiki instructed.
"Hi."
Crash!
As soon as he finished speaking, a hole appeared in the lower body of the Emperor's image in front of him. Then, a black muzzle appeared.
Da da da da.
The tongues of fire spewed out, and the sound of smooth gunshots rang out. The bullets poured out like water, and the sound of flesh being torn apart could be heard. A few Japanese soldiers who were still thinking of shouting long live the emperor were directly shot into a sieve.
"Get down."
Yamamoto Ichiki's eyes were bloodshot. This was too shameless. These damn Zhinas actually used this method to kill them. Shameless, extremely shameless. The gun barrel was right next to the Emperor. At a glance, it looked like he was peeing.
Da da, da da.
At this moment, they couldn't care less about the Emperor and directly opened fire. The bullets directly tore the image of the Emperor apart, leaving only paper scraps flying in the air.
"Stop."
The gunshots on the other side had already stopped. Yamamoto Ichiki raised his hand and the Japanese soldiers stopped firing. The area fell silent again. However, the Japanese soldiers looked a little terrified. They hadn't even seen the enemy and so many of them had died. How could they not be worried?
Swoosh!
Yamamoto Ichiki looked around at the Japanese soldiers and said coldly,"What's there to be afraid of? The intelligence shows that there are only a dozen of them. These little tricks won't scare the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire. The two of you, go and burn down those houses.”
"Hi."
The two Japanese soldiers put away their guns and took out grenades. They jumped up, hunched their backs, and rushed towards the house in front of them.
Thump thump.
It was getting closer and closer!
Yamamoto Ichigi couldn't help but reveal a cruel sneer on his face. However, in less than a second, the sneer on his face froze because he saw the two Japanese soldiers running over again. Their speed was even faster, and their faces were filled with fear as if they had seen a ghost.
"Baka."
Yamamoto Ichiki cursed," What's going on?”
" Tanks! There are tanks!"
One of the soldiers was on the verge of tears. What kind of place were they in? A broken village with tanks? How could they let them live?
That's right, it was a tank!
They had stopped at the entrance of the village, but Jiang Chen had asked the Japanese captives to widen the road, and then they drove into the village.
F * ck!
Yamamoto Ichiki was also cursing in his heart. Although they were all equipped with the latest American weapons, automatic rifles, how could automatic rifles defeat tanks?
The answer was obviously no.
Da da!
The machine gun on top of the tank opened fire, and a tongue of fire spewed out. Countless bullets flew over like a swarm of bees, instantly setting off a deadly metal storm that enveloped the Japanese.
Puff! Puff!
The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out. A few Japanese soldiers were directly shot into a sieve and fell into a pool of blood. However, their eyes were still wide open. They died with grievances.
"Disperse."
"Hurry up."
Yamamoto Ichiki roared. With a flip, he landed at the bottom of the slope. At this moment, he had already decided to give up. This village was too terrifying. The people were too shameless. There were all kinds of traps. Now, they even brought out a tank. There was no way to play.
However, he could not come and go as he pleased here.
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