The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 210 The Japanese Squad in the Trap

A Japanese army infantry battalion, led by its commander, Murakami Kagezo, rushed towards the Eighth Route Army base with murderous intent. After arriving at the outskirts, Murakami Kagezo's face was gloomy. His cold eyes swept around, and then he suddenly waved his hand and sent a small group of Japanese soldiers into the base to search.

This small group of Japanese soldiers, about a dozen strong, tense men, rifles drawn, crouched, and cautiously advanced into the village. The village was utterly silent, its doors and windows tightly shut, devoid of life. The soldiers, divided into several groups, searched house by house. They gently pushed open each door, finding no one inside, their belongings scattered about. It was clear the villagers had evacuated in a hasty but orderly manner, leaving no useful clues for the Japanese.

As the search deepened, they came to an open field. The leading Japanese soldier, intently observing the area ahead, suddenly felt his footing slip. With a agonizing "Ah!" he cried out, falling into a hidden pit. Sharp bamboo thorns at the bottom of the pit instantly pierced his body, causing blood to gush out. He struggled in agony and cried out in a voice of misery and despair. The Japanese soldiers behind him were instantly terrified. They stopped in their tracks, their eyes wide open, and they stared around with vigilance, not daring to breathe, their guns trembling slightly with nervousness.

However, the danger didn't end there. Before they could recover, a series of loud booms shattered the brief silence. It turned out to be the Japanese who had triggered the minefield. The deafening explosion sent mud and rocks flying, carrying the remains of Japanese soldiers everywhere. Many were killed instantly, their bodies shattered into a horrific sight. Others lay on the ground, groaning in pain, their wounds mangled. The remaining soldiers, terrified, their faces pale, their legs weak, and they lay prone, refusing to move.

But fear of the orders forced them to suppress their fear. After a moment's composure, they continued forward with trepidation. As they entered a narrow path, improvised traps with ropes suddenly emerged from the brush on either side. The unsuspecting Japanese soldiers were tripped by the ropes and fell to the ground, leaving them in a state of disarray. Then, a simple trap made of branches and rocks fell overhead, sending them fleeing in panic. The team instantly fell into disarray, completely disorganized.

This small group of Japanese soldiers, tortured by various traps at the Eighth Route Army base, suffered agonizing pain and heavy casualties. Originally a force of over fifty, over a dozen had been killed. Their bodies lay scattered across the ground. Some had been blasted beyond recognition by landmines, their limbs shattered, their blood staining the surrounding ground a dark red. Others, pierced by bamboo thorns in the pits, their faces frozen in agony, their eyes wide open until death.

More than thirty Japanese soldiers were wounded, some lying on the ground groaning in pain, their wounds bloody and mangled. Some had lost their limbs to rocks, others had been scratched by traps. Blood gushed from their wounds, staining their uniforms red. The surviving Japanese soldiers stared at the tragic scene in horror, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Japanese squad leader Saburo Furuta ordered an uninjured soldier to report to the captain everything that had happened since they entered the village. Murakami Kagezoe heard that they hadn't seen a single enemy figure, and that over half of his squad had been killed or wounded.

"Furuta Saburo, you idiot!" The Japanese captain Murakami Kagezo's face was terribly gloomy. He roared angrily, and his voice echoed in the mountain stream like thunder. "How can you be so careless when searching in someone else's territory? You are such a stupid idiot!"

Murakami Kagezoe roared as he paced back and forth, each step thick with rage and deep regret. After a moment, he suppressed his fury, turned around and ordered Captain Kawashima Kazuno beside him, "Kawashima-kun, lead your squad to help that idiot evacuate the injured Imperial warriors and provide them with medical care. Be extremely careful and don't make any more mistakes! As for Furuta Saburo, let him dispose of the bodies of the fallen warriors himself. This is the punishment he deserves. Let him see the consequences of his incompetence!"

Captain Kawashima Wano immediately straightened up and shouted, "Hi!" But a subtle hint of worry flashed across his eyes. After all, the fate of the Furuta squad had left everyone with lingering fears. Now he had to lead his squad into an area fraught with unknown dangers to clean up this mess. However, military orders were as firm as a mountain, so he could only bite the bullet and carry out the order. He quickly gathered his team and headed for the village where the incident occurred...