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"Baka! This is impossible!"

Yamamoto's heart was in turmoil.

His Yamamoto Special Forces were the Empire's most elite special forces.

Every member of the team had undergone hellish training and was proficient in infiltration, night fighting, and urban warfare.

But now, they haven't even seen a shadow of the enemy, and more than a dozen of them have already fallen.

The enemy's shooting was terrifyingly accurate, and their coordination was flawless.

This is no ordinary guard regiment.

This is clearly a special forces unit that is even more professional and powerful than his own!

"Captain! We're being held back! We can't get through!"

"Eighteen people are already dead! We can't even get close to the gate!"

"I know!"

Yamamoto Ichiki gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into the ground.

I was filled with shock and fear!

He knew that the man surnamed Shen had a whole guard regiment by his side!

Could it be that this entire guard regiment consists of special forces soldiers who are no less capable than Yamamoto's special operations team?

Are you kidding me!

How is that possible!

Yamamoto Ichiki panicked!

He watched his teammates fall one after another and gritted his teeth.

Can't wait any longer!

They can't break through!

It's impossible to capture that guy surnamed Shen alive!

If we wait any longer, that guy surnamed Shen might move!

This operation, which is being covered by 25 Imperial warriors, must not fail!

Absolutely not!

Even if I die, I'll drag Shen Wang down with me!

Yamamoto Ichiki suddenly looked up at the main building in the courtyard.

The windows were completely dark.

That guy surnamed Shen must still be inside!

Once the poison gas can be fired, no amount of guards can stop it!

"Everyone! Provide covering fire!"

Yamamoto Ichiki roared and pulled the red signal flare gun from his pocket.

"Long live the Great Japanese Empire!"

"Black Card Incident! Banzai!"

"Onboard!"

The remaining team members roared and opened fire with their rifles.

They used their own bodies to buy Yamamoto Ichiki a second.

Yamamoto Ichiki suddenly stood up and pointed the signal gun at the sky.

"Bang!"

A dazzling red signal flare, trailing a long plume of flame, shot straight into the sky.

In the pitch-black night sky, a dazzling red flower burst open.

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment.

The Flying Tigers soldiers instinctively ceased fire and looked up at the sky.

Everyone gripped their guns tightly, their eyes wary.

They didn't know what the signal flare meant.

I wonder what other terrifying tricks the Japanese have up their sleeves.

The air seemed to freeze.

Everyone held their breath, awaiting the approaching storm.

Yamamoto Ichiki was panting heavily, a ferocious smile on his face.

He watched the signal flare slowly descending from the sky and shouted frantically:

"Go to hell! You surnamed Shen, go to hell!"

"All Chinese! You will all die in agony!"

"Let me show you the Empire's latest poison gas!"

"Victory! It will surely belong to the Great Japanese Empire!"

"Black Card Incident! Banzai!"

Yamamoto Ichiki closed his eyes, waiting for that familiar whistling sound.

Waiting for the sound of the poison gas bomb exploding upon landing.

Waiting for the heart-wrenching screams to come from the courtyard.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

……

ten seconds.

Ten seconds passed.

Nothing happened.

There was no whistling sound.

There was no explosion.

There were no screams.

The only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the sporadic gunshots coming from the west of the city in the distance.

The Flying Tigers soldiers looked at each other, completely bewildered.

"What's going on?"

"Did the Japanese... set off a firework?"

"Who are you trying to scare?"

Yamamoto Ichiki was also dumbfounded.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked incredulously toward the courtyard.

There was nothing there.

The sky was clean and clear.

The ground was quiet.

"Where's the poison gas?"

Yamamoto was dumbfounded!

"Where's my poison gas?"

. . .

Our gaze shifts to Shen Wang.

In the south of the city, there is an inconspicuous farmhouse.

More than a dozen special forces soldiers have quietly taken control of the area.

Five bodies lay scattered on the ground in the courtyard: a middle-aged couple, two elderly people, and a little girl who was only three years old.

They all had a clean knife wound on their necks, and their faces still bore the marks of terror.

The Japanese didn't even give them a chance to shout.

"Hurry! Check the coordinates again!"

The third squad leader whispered, holding a hand-drawn map in his hand, constantly comparing it to the location of the small courtyard in the south of the city in the distance.

Four team members were frantically setting up the mortar, while others carefully opened the black wooden crate and took out shells marked with yellow skulls and crossbones.

These shells are slightly smaller than ordinary mortar shells, and the shell body is printed with a line of dense Japanese characters.

This is not ordinary mustard gas, but a nerve gas newly developed by Unit 731.

It is colorless and odorless. Inhaling just one milligram will cause respiratory failure and death within one minute, and there is no cure.

In order to carry out this assassination, Okamura managed to obtain the experimental poison gas sample, which was still under research, from Ishii Shiro.

"Captain, coordinates calibrated! Distance 1520 meters, error no more than five meters!"

"good!"

The captain grinned menacingly: "Everyone put on your gas masks! Fire a volley as soon as you see the red flare!"

"Fire all the poison gas grenades! I want to turn this entire southern courtyard into a ghost town!"

The team members immediately put on gas masks and loaded the gas grenades into the mortar's barrel.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the south of the city, waiting for the signal flare that would decide their fate.

Just then.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A dozen or so tear gas canisters and smoke bombs were suddenly thrown in from outside the courtyard wall.

White smoke instantly filled the entire courtyard.

"Who is it?"

The Japanese captain's expression changed drastically, and he was about to raise his gun.

"Da da da da da!"

A burst of gunfire suddenly rang out.

The soldiers of the Flying Tigers' First Battalion scaled the wall and entered, their Type 191 automatic rifles spitting fire.

Wearing gas masks, the Japanese soldiers couldn't see their targets clearly in the smoke and could only blindly fire back.

But they were facing an elite force personally trained by Shen Wang.

The soldiers wore gas masks and had infrared night vision goggles on their helmets, making it as bright as day even in the darkest night.

With each gunshot, a Japanese soldier fell.

The entire battle lasted less than a minute.

The gunfire in the yard stopped.

"Reporting to Mr. Shen! All dead! Seventeen killed, six captured alive. No casualties on our side!"

The steady voice of the battalion commander came through the walkie-talkie.

Shen Wang then pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in.

The pungent smell of gunpowder and tear gas hit us, mixed with a faint, sweet, fishy odor.

When he saw the five civilian corpses on the ground, his face instantly darkened.

"brute."

He muttered a curse under his breath, his eyes so cold they could kill.

His gaze swept across the courtyard; they weren't from the mountain town, but Japanese soldiers.

Shen Wang had a plan in mind.

Then his gaze fell on the several mortars that had been set up.

"what?"

Shen Wang was taken aback at first, then chuckled:

"Has Okamura lost his mind? Does he want to bombard me with a mortar?"