The instant the gunshot rang out.
Three hundred meters away, Yamamoto, the captain of the Wild Wind Special Forces, was about to order an assault when a deafening roar filled his ears.
Before he could register what had happened, warm liquid mixed with something sticky splattered over his head and face.
He instinctively reached up to wipe it off. When he looked at his hand in the faint green glow of his night-vision goggles, he felt as though he had plunged into an ice pit.
His hand was covered in red and white matter!
Yamamoto stiffly turned to look beside him.
The deputy captain, who had been alive and well just a moment ago, now had no head, only half a neck remaining.
"Enemy attack!!!"
Yamamoto's pupils constricted, and he screamed the warning at the top of his lungs with every ounce of strength he had.
But his warning still came too late.
The Old Celestial Master's earth-shattering gunshot was like a bugle calling the charge, a starting pistol!
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-!!!"
"Thud-thud-thud-thud-!!!"
At the Cemetery entrance, more than a dozen blinding tongues of flame erupted from the once-silent darkness!
Over a dozen brand-new Type 191 Automatic Rifles and that Squad Light Machine Gun spat furious muzzle flashes at the same time!
A dense hail of bullets screamed with death as it poured toward their hiding positions like a torrential downpour!
An impenetrable web of crossfire woven from countless bullets instantly blanketed the entire area they occupied!
"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!"
The dull sounds of bullets punching into flesh came without end.
The members of the Wild Wind Special Forces were utterly stunned.
The intelligence they had received before setting out had clearly stated that only a few martial arts experts from the Dragon Kingdom guarded this place.
For that reason,