Yamamoto wanted to greet his men lurking more than 20 meters away, but he suddenly hesitated, he thought that now was not the time to greet his soldiers. It's okay to say if it's a beast that scared the bird in the forest just now, but if it's a human who startled the bird in the forest just now, then it's troublesome. Instead of Yamamoto sneaking into the forest, he should have aimed his gun at a suspicious place, crouching in a small bunker, Yamamoto turned around and stared at the forest behind him, if there were people in the forest, it would depend on who had the most patience.

Just when Yamamoto was hiding in the bunker adjusted his body, there was a dense and dull tom! Tong! Suddenly, a sound came from the woods, and Yamamoto, who had looked up at the sky, immediately turned his head and turned to look at the open field. The open area with little concealment is where the communication station that Yamamoto and they are guarding is located, and Yamamoto, who is no stranger to the battlefield, has already heard that the tom just now is the sound of mortar shells, and the landing point of the shells is likely to be the communication station he guards, in addition, Yamamoto does not know where else will be the main point of mortar strikes.

Boom, boom! The high column of smoke almost made Yamamoto in the bunker contort his face, and it was clear that the communications station camp was under attack. Moyo's more than ten mortar shells all hit the camp, and before the columns of smoke from the explosion had cleared after the shells landed, Yamamoto could already see the scattered Imperial soldiers who were hiding from the explosion. The two makeshift firing points on the east and north sides of the camp had all been hit by shells, and the neatly stacked bags of earth had been torn apart in the explosion, and Yamamoto knew that there were usually more than five Imperial soldiers on guard.

"Damn stupid, this is just the first round of fire tests, bastard, why don't you know how to lie down." Yamamoto, who was hiding in the bunker, was eager to fly to the camp immediately to catch the messengers who were running around in a panic, and stop them from running around like headless flies. Yamamoto's judgment was correct, and sure enough, a new round of cannonballs sounded in the woods. The dense smoke and dust from the explosion once again obscured Yamamoto's view, and casualties in the camp were inevitable. Yamamoto, whose eyes were already red, tightly grasped the 38 rifle in his hand, and a deep self-blame made Yamamoto feel as if he was in a heart-rending pain.

After the two rounds of shelling, there were fewer running figures in the camp, which had little cover, but more wounded people screaming and rolling in the camp, and the tents in the camp were already on fire. Yamamoto, who felt that he had caused this situation because of his dereliction of duty, blamed himself, and there was no expression on his sweaty face. Looking at the camp from afar, which was full of fireworks and corpses, Yamamoto felt like his sky was about to collapse, and his anger suddenly overwhelmed the last line of defense of his sanity.

The red-eyed Yamamoto squatted in the bunker and gasped for breath, and the feeling of suffocation in his chest made Yamamoto almost out of breath, and his anger made him want to tear everything to pieces, and his trembling hand squeaked the handguard of the rifle on his side. After a long and short period of thought, Yamamoto in the bunker made a bold decision to go into the woods to find the enemies who were firing at the camp, and then kill them all to avenge the dead and wounded Imperial soldiers in the camp.

Yamamoto, who was slowly and steadily, tried to listen to the movement around his bunker first, and after making sure that there was no danger around the bunker, Yamamoto, who was holding a rifle, quickly jumped out of the bunker and pounced on the back of a bush. Through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the bushes, Yamamoto nervously quickly checked the movement around him, and then rushed into the forest not very far from him.

After passing through a dense wood, on a slope slightly higher above the ground, Yamamoto finally found the position where the enemy fired mortar shells.

The pits pressed out of the base of the mortar were irregularly scattered, and the warm earth even smoked from it, and it seemed that the opponent had not been evacuated for long. Cautiously, Yamamoto searched the area with his rifle in his hand, and finally found a cigarette butt in the grass just a few meters away. Tearing the cigarette butt carefully, Yamamoto's eyes shrank like a needle, and the tobacco that came from the cigarette butt was different from the cigarettes produced in the empire, this kind of tobacco was more like the tobacco of the European cigarettes that Yamamoto smoked in Yangon.

Could it be that the U.S. military carried out the attack just now? Before being assigned to this communication station, Yamamoto already knew that the United States had sent troops in India to help the Chinese army train soldiers, and that only the wealthy American soldiers could smoke European cigarettes, and the poor only the Chinese soldiers with broken uniforms could not afford to smoke European cigarettes.

Instead of immediately returning to the camp full of corpses, Yamamoto returned to the bunker he had dug up, only this time his gun was pointed at the camp. If the enemy could bombard the camp with three mortars at once, it would not be as simple as shelling and then fleeing, and Yamamoto returned to cover to stare at the attacker. Yamamoto's marksmanship was not a good shot, but hiding in a bunker only a hundred meters away from the camp, Yamamoto had to make the attackers pay the price of blood.

It has been more than a month since Yamamoto was transferred here, but he has never carefully observed the terrain here, and while waiting for the attackers, Yamamoto, who was crouching in the bunker, also carefully observed the surrounding terrain. After taking a closer look, Yamamoto finally understood why this communications camp was located here. Three peaks over 200 meters above sea level are scattered on three sides of the camp like standing palms, and the camp is located in the center of the palm, except for a rugged passage to the south, the other three sides are bald ridges and cliffs, and it is difficult to attack this place.

The location of the communications camp may seem difficult to defend, but now, after the attack, it has become a dead place. Yamamoto's observation doesn't end there, for an avenger, he has enough patience to accompany the damned attacker here to the end, and he will definitely not back down until he kills the last man of the other party. Yamamoto, who was crouching alone in the bunker, finally experienced what it was like to fight a thousand armies alone, and he was already fearless, carried away by revenge, and had forgotten what happened to the few soldiers who were lurking around him.

As Yamamoto waited patiently, the attacker finally revealed his whereabouts, only to hear a single gunshot, and an ambulance soldier trying to save another Imperial soldier was shot and fell to the ground. The ambulance's bullet-shot head was torn apart like a watermelon after being beaten with a stick, and one of the skulls flew up and fell to the ground and rolled several times. The Japanese soldier who was rescued was startled, hesitated slightly, and immediately burst out of a cloud of blood mist on his chest.

The lonely gunshots rang out one after another, and Yamamoto in the bunker was already looking very carefully, but he could only hear the gunshots, but he never found the attacker, which couldn't help but annoy Yamamoto in the bunker. After shooting all the bullets in the magazine, the corpses of the eight Japanese soldiers fell to their deaths in the camp full of smoke and fire, and the Japanese soldiers were no longer visible in the scope of the dice for the time being. This kind of heart-wrenching slaughter made the dice extremely excited, and he had fallen into a state of endless madness as he was bent on avenging the scouts who had died in battle.

After walking through the forest for two days and breaking through a Japanese supply depot, Tangcheng and their final arrival at the approximate location where it was said that there was a Japanese army communication station, relying on Wushan and their search in the jungle by more than a dozen Burmese natives, Hou San and others, who had not reported much hope, finally got a good news that the three Burmese natives who searched in the southeast direction found a Japanese army camp. By the time Tang Cheng really confirmed that this was the Japanese military communications camp they had been looking for, it was almost noon, and it was time for the Japanese army communications camp hidden in the mountains on three sides to start lunch, and this camp, which was not marked on the military combat map, also ushered in the gift that Tang Cheng had given them half an hour later.

The natural geographical location of this Japanese communications station camp was the biggest obstacle to their attack in Tangcheng, and the difficulty of climbing the cliffs on the east, north, and west sides of the camp was even Wushan, and they shook their heads again and again. It would be best if the Japanese army could be lured out of the camp and annihilated in the jungle by using various arrangements and ambushes, but after the reconnaissance of Wu Shan and others, it was found that there were many Japanese soldiers lurking around the camp, so Tang Cheng planned to storm this Japanese camp. Fortunately, when they broke through the Japanese supply depot, Tang Cheng and they also took two mortars with them, and these two mortars became the key to their attack in Tang Cheng.

Yamamoto, who was hiding in the bunker, wanted to take revenge, but he didn't know that his location had long been known by the dice and their snipers, and the reason why he didn't kill Yamamoto first was just because the dice they couldn't spare their hands for the time being. Tang Cheng first used mortars in order to cause chaos among the Japanese troops in the camp, and also to provide convenience for the snipers, after all, the range of their sniper rifles issued by Mike to Tang Cheng far exceeded the range of the Japanese army's 38 rifles, and Tang Cheng, who lacked heavy firepower, had already used the snipers as his own long-range heavy firepower.

As the gunfire continued to ring, the number of Imperial soldiers still moving in Yamamoto's sight became fewer and fewer, and finally, when Yamamoto was already impatient to wait, the target finally appeared in his sight. A guy who couldn't see his face clearly, but his body was wrapped in grass branches like himself, appeared in Yamamoto's sight, and from the black military boots on the other party's feet, Yamamoto could tell that the other party was not an imperial soldier like himself, and then pulled the bolt to push the bullet to load, and Yamamoto in the bunker held his breath and aimed his gun at this target that suddenly appeared.

Syllable! At the same time that Yamamoto in the bunker pulled the trigger, a bullet was fired directly in front of the grass branch that Yamamoto had inserted on the side of the bunker as a cover, and Yamamoto, who was shot in the forehead, fell backwards on his back, and the head of the shot was torn apart while bursting out of a cloud of blood mist that covered the grass branch on the side of the bunker. Yamamoto didn't know if the bullet he shot hit the target until he died, whether it hit or not, for Yamamoto, who had lost his breath, it didn't matter anymore.