Bright Sword: Starting from Obtaining the Equipment Slot

Before Chen Er could finish speaking, Wei Dayong drew his pistol.

The gun was pressed against his forehead.

Chen Er's teeth began to chatter: "Master... Chief, in war, envoys are not to be killed..."

"An envoy?" Wei Dayong sneered. "In terms of background, you're a bandit, not an envoy. In terms of current situation, you're a traitor, even less of an envoy!"

The trigger was pulled.

Gunshots rang out throughout the Hall of Righteousness.

Chen Er fell backward, a bloody hole in his forehead, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

Wei Dayong put away his gun and said to Ma Feng, "Drag him out and throw him outside the village gate."

Ma Feng and Zheng Dali each grabbed one of Chen Er's legs and dragged him out of the village gate like a dead dog.

The two walked to the open space outside the village gate and simultaneously threw Chen Er's body out.

The body rolled a few times on the ground before lying face up on the gravel road.

The gate slammed shut.

As Yamaguchi Masao was observing the situation inside the village through binoculars, he suddenly saw the village gate open, two figures throw something out, and then the gate closed again.

He adjusted the focus and saw the thing on the ground clearly.

It was Chen Er's corpse.

Masao Yamaguchi's face instantly turned bright red, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He abruptly put down his binoculars, drew his command sword, and swung it towards the gate of the stockade.

"Baka yarou! Attack! All forces attack! Raze this dilapidated village to the ground!"

Three light machine guns opened fire first, and bullets swept across the stockade wall like a storm.

Bullets ripped through the village wall, sending stones flying everywhere and kicking up clouds of dust.

The Japanese riflemen also opened fire.

There was still no response from the stockade walls; it was quiet and deserted, like an empty city.

Masao Yamaguchi was even more furious, feeling that the bandits were showing him contempt.

"First squad! Charge head-on! Second squad, flank from the left! Third squad, outflank from the right! Take this village in the shortest time possible!"

The Japanese soldiers charged forward with wild shouts.

The first squad of thirty or forty men, with bayonets fixed to their rifles, charged wildly toward the gate of the stockade.

Their military boots made a crackling sound as they stepped on the gravel.

Masao Yamaguchi stood on a large rock, his sword resting on the ground, his face full of confidence.

"This little mountain stronghold can be taken in half a day! Those useless fools who came before couldn't even take this place. Today, let everyone see how the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire under my command, Masao Yamaguchi, quell the traitors!"

The Japanese troops charged very quickly, and in the blink of an eye they were within fifty meters of the stockade wall.

Just then, dozens of heads suddenly appeared on the stockade wall.

Wang Xiao yelled at the top of his lungs, "Attack!"

The soldiers of the platoon opened fire simultaneously.

The charging Japanese troops were instantly mowed down in large numbers. Several soldiers at the front were shot in the chest and fell to the ground screaming in agony.

The soldiers following behind hurriedly lay down and looked for cover.

However, the open space in front of the village gate was wide open, with nowhere to hide.

Several Japanese soldiers tried to run back, but as soon as they stood up, they were caught up by bullets, blood splattered on their backs, and they fell to the ground on the gravel road.

The first squad left behind several corpses and retreated in a sorry state.

The confidence on Masao Yamaguchi's face vanished, replaced by astonishment.

He brandished his sword forward: "Machine guns! Suppress the stockade! Grenade launchers! Bomb their firing positions!"

The Japanese light machine guns opened fire again, and bullets swept densely across the stockade wall.

The soldiers ducked back behind the wall, bullets hitting the stone wall and sending up a cloud of stone dust.

At the same time, the Japanese grenade launcher operators squatted on the ground, adjusted the angle, and stuffed grenades into the grenade launcher one by one.

The thumping sounds rang out continuously as grenades traced an arc and landed on the stockade wall.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosion was deafening, and shrapnel and fragments flew everywhere.

Several breaches were blasted into the stockade wall, and two soldiers, unable to dodge in time, were hit by shrapnel and fell into a pool of blood.

Wang Xiao's eyes were red as he roared, "Medics! Quickly!"

Su Wanqing led the women of the medical team out from behind, braving the artillery fire to run up the stockade wall and drag the wounded down.

Their movements were clumsy, but no one backed down.

Perhaps, dying on the battlefield is their greatest wish at this moment.

The second wave of Japanese troops began.

This time, Yamaguchi Masao sent two squads to launch an attack from the front and left flank at the same time, and more than sixty Japanese soldiers surged toward the gate like a tide.

Wei Dayong stood in a corner of the stockade wall, coldly watching the Japanese army's charging formation.

He turned to Zhou Huaiyuan behind him and shouted, "Let them get closer! Let them within twenty meters before you shoot!"

Zhou Huaiyuan relayed the order, and the soldiers huddled behind the battlements, remaining motionless.

Japanese soldiers rushed to within 30 meters of the stockade wall, only to find no resistance. They assumed the defenders had been overwhelmed by artillery fire and charged even more fiercely.

Twenty meters.

The faces of the Japanese soldiers are clearly visible; the sweat, stubble, and fierce expressions on their faces are all clearly visible.

A Japanese platoon leader brandished his pistol and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Kill! Charge in! Kill everyone inside!"

Fifteen meters.

Wang Xiao suddenly stood up and fired three shots at the face of the Japanese squad leader with his pistol.

The Japanese platoon leader's head was smashed into a pulp, his body swayed a few times, and then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, the soldiers of the company and all the firing points on the stockade opened fire simultaneously.

The bullets from rifles, pistols, and light machine guns intertwined to form a deadly net of fire, enveloping the charging Japanese soldiers.

The twenty-odd Japanese soldiers at the forefront were swept down like wheat being harvested, their screams filling the air.

The soldiers behind them hurriedly retreated, but as soon as they turned around, the machine gun on the left-wing arrow tower also opened fire.

Crossfire blocked the Japanese army's retreat, with bullets sweeping in from both directions, leaving the Japanese soldiers nowhere to hide.

Masao Yamaguchi watched from afar, his eyes wide with rage, his sword flashing wildly in the air.

"Right flank squad, cover the retreat! Move all machine guns to the left flank!"

The Japanese light machine guns fired wildly at the arrow tower, the bullets sending splinters flying from the wooden pillars.

Taking advantage of this gap, the Japanese soldiers on the front line scrambled back.

The second wave of attacks left behind more than ten corpses, and the gravel road in front of the village gate was stained dark brown with blood.

Masao Yamaguchi's face was ashen, and his hand gripping the sword was trembling slightly.

He never expected that a small bandit stronghold would be so difficult to attack.

"Company Commander," a dust-covered squad leader, Nakamura, ran up to him, panting, "the casualty report is in. Seventeen dead, nine seriously wounded, and over twenty lightly wounded!"

Masao Yamaguchi's face twitched a few times, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

"Baka! Baka! How could these bandits have such strong firepower! Nakamura, what do you think?"

Nakamura shook his head: "I can't see clearly, sir. There must be something fishy about this! Judging from the density of firepower alone, there are at least two hundred people on the other side, and they are not ordinary bandits. Their marksmanship is very accurate, and their tactics are well-coordinated."

Masao Yamaguchi remained silent.

He wasn't stupid; after two waves of attacks, he realized that the bandits in the village were no ordinary bandits.

But now he was in a bind. If he retreated like this, where would he put his face?