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Chapter 187 Jungle Terror: The Fatal Encounter of the Japanese Search Team
At dawn, Sato Mikawa, the captain of the Japanese scout team, hurried to Kazuya Uesugi's tent. He flung aside the tent curtain and saw Kazuya Uesugi sitting at a table, polishing his dagger. He immediately saluted and reported, "Colonel, a combat team went out on a mission last night. They should have returned by the scheduled time, but they haven't returned yet. Judging from the current situation, they may have met with an accident."
Upon hearing this, Kazuya Uesugi paused in his motion of wiping the dagger. He slowly raised his head, his eyes instantly sharp as an eagle's. He stared intently at Sato Mikawa and asked in a low voice, "Has any news been received? What is their mission route?"
Sato Mikawa quickly replied, "No news. Their mission is to conduct routine patrols and searches in a village to the southeast to check for any traces of the Eighth Route Army and their supply reserves."
Kazuya Uesugi stood up and paced back and forth within the tent, his brow furrowed as a sense of foreboding welled up within him. He knew full well that the Eighth Route Army was known for its elusive activities in this area, and that the missing combat unit had most likely fallen into an Eighth Route Army ambush or encountered the mysterious "Ghost Assassin." Frowning, he paced back and forth within the tent. After a brief moment of thought, he sternly addressed Sato Mikawa and ordered, "Immediately organize a search team. Select those nimble and experienced soldiers. Carefully search along their mission routes, leaving no corner or clue untouched. Report back to me immediately if you discover anything. At the same time, immediately notify all troops currently carrying out the operation to heighten their vigilance and alertness, keeping a constant watch on their surroundings to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of this opportunity to launch a surprise attack. This time, we must not allow those cunning opponents to gain any advantage. The majesty of the Great Japanese Empire cannot be challenged!"
As the elite Japanese search team, accompanied by their dogs, stormed into the jungle, they quickly discovered footprints left behind by the previous scout team. Team leader Yamamoto Benro's eyes flashed with fear, and he immediately had the dogs approach the tracks to sniff them carefully. He then ordered the dogs to lead the search team forward. They followed closely behind the dogs, cautiously advancing, their weapons ready to fire at a moment's notice.
However, they never expected that this action would lead them into the abyss of death, accelerating their catastrophic casualties. The military dogs ran happily in front, leading the team deeper into the jungle, completely unaware of the danger approaching step by step.
Led by their dogs, the Japanese troops traversed the dense jungle and quickly discovered the scene where the scout team had been ambushed. Yamamoto Benro glanced around warily, then quickly turned and shouted, "Team One, fan out and take up advantageous positions. Keep a tight watch on the surrounding area! Team Two, follow me forward to survey the scene and carefully search for any possible clues!"
Upon hearing the order, the soldiers of the first squad sprang into action. Crouching, rifles drawn, they cautiously spread out, using trees and boulders as cover. They kept their eyes fixed on the surrounding bushes, hillsides, and directions where the enemy might be hiding, their fingers firmly on the triggers, ready to respond to any emergency.
The second squad followed closely behind the captain of the second squad and slowly approached the ambush site. The scene was in a mess, with the bodies of the scouts lying on the ground in disorder. The blood had dried up, appearing dark black in the mottled sunlight. The coagulated blood mixed with the surrounding soil and leaves, emitting a sickening bloody smell. The gun next to the body was also lying aside.
The soldiers of the second squad suppressed their fear and discomfort and began to carefully survey the scene. Some crouched down, carefully examining the wounds on the bodies, trying to determine what weapon had caused them. Some searched the ground around the bodies for any leftover letters, maps, or other items that could indicate the whereabouts of the Eighth Route Army. Still others checked nearby trees and bushes for any signs of enemy hiding or passing through.
At that moment, a Japanese soldier turned over the crossbow-slain corpse before him. At that moment, with a faint click, the soldier triggered a mine mechanism. Instantly, the entire area shook, flames shot up into the sky, and mines detonated one after another, emitting a series of deafening explosions. The powerful blast uprooted surrounding trees, and the Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces, their bodies flying everywhere. Cries and screams mingled, echoing through the jungle. The military dog was also destroyed in the explosion, and the scene instantly became a living hell...
In the explosion, half of the Japanese search team was killed or wounded. Yamamoto Jiro, who escaped the disaster, was furious.
His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, his face was stained with smoke and dust, his teeth chattered, and the rage within him burned like a volcanic eruption. With a swish, he drew his katana, raised it high, and roared unintelligible Japanese curse words as he fiercely chopped down a nearby, obtrusive tree. The blade instantly embedded itself in the trunk, causing the tree to shake violently and its leaves to fall...
He drew his knife and turned around, scanning the remaining soldiers with murderous eyes, and roared hysterically: "What are you standing there for? The rest of the second squad, treat the wounded, and the rest of you, continue searching! If we don't find the Eighth Route Army and that damn 'Ghost Assassin', we will die on this land sooner or later!" Upon hearing this, the soldiers suppressed their inner fear, struggled to stand up, and continued to grope forward tremblingly, for fear that any carelessness would anger this already crazy commander and bring about another disaster.