Bang bang bang… 

Rushed bullets abruptly rang out from the top of the hill. The bullets flew from the top to the bottom and lodged itself into the tree trunks. It caused a rain of wood shards and falling leaves. 

“He’s right there!” One of the Japanese samurai called out. 

“Charge!” Fuma Kotaro roared back. 

The few that survived the unannounced attack earlier began sprinting uphill as they returned the favour with their MK17 assault rifles. This particular rifle was used by the American Army, so it was safe to say that its overall performance was highly praised. Other than this excellent weapon, the Japanese samurais were armed with traditional ninjutsu weapons as well. They were more capable than regular soldiers in both close combat or long-distance attacks. 

Bang bang bang…

Bang bang bang…

Fire from both parties ensued. At this point, the rain of bullets was aimless and blind. They were shooting at whatever they could see in hopes that it would hit something in the process. However, the stray bullets had only gotten as far as breaking trees and grazing past boulders. The accuracy was perhaps less than one per cent. 

Fuma Kotaro was dashing for the source...