"Ah—!"
"Ahhhh!"
"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"
"Sergeant Major Xiaosong! Sergeant Major Xiaosong! Private First Class Yamada! Private First Class Yamada! Respond if you hear this! Respond if you hear this!"
The infantryman crouched under a tree, watching the dense forest in the distance, which echoed with gunfire and then fell silent amid screams, nervously calling out with a hushed voice through his radio, but there was no response. It seemed as if the dark forest, like a ferocious beast, had silently devoured all his teammates.
"Sergeant Major! Serg..."
Suddenly, a head rolled in front of him like a bowling ball.
"Ahhhh—!"
"Da-da-da!"
The infantryman fired frantically, unloading an entire magazine and turning the head into something resembling a squashed persimmon.
