Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

The Japanese soldiers who received the order did not show any surprise. Four soldiers even left their guns where they were and went upstairs, leaving only the machine gunner and the sergeant behind.

It seems that this phenomenon of people sneaking out drunk is not uncommon here.

Looking at the carefree state of Ma Liang and others, the sergeant said enviously:

"Sometimes I really envy those imperial soldiers who can go to the front line to fight. You know what? Yesterday, a private in the exchange office exchanged 500 yen with the spoils of war and ordered the most beautiful Miss Mieko in our Sanyo Comfort Station. Miss Mieko is specially responsible for receiving generals."

"We are not like that. We watch others enjoy themselves and live a carefree life every day. We only get 4 yen a month, which is the lowest wage in our Sanyo Reception Center. Even the guy who greets people at the parking lot only gets or yen a day."

The main gunner who stayed behind didn't dare to respond and could only look into the distance awkwardly. How could he, a private, dare to talk?

"click"

"click"

"click"

"click"

There were four creepy sounds of bones rubbing against each other. Ma Liang, Guo Junchao and several other kung fu masters pretended to be drunk and threw themselves into the arms of the four Japanese soldiers who had rushed over. In a flash, while the other three had the opportunity to make noise, they broke the necks of the four Japanese soldiers.

Ma Liang and four other men supported the four Japanese soldiers with broken necks on their shoulders, pretending to be supporting drunk people, and began to approach the Japanese machine gun alert position.

"Ok?"

"Why did Sanyuan and his men embarrass our military police this time by actually taking the initiative to help these undisciplined soldiers?"

Ma Liang and others' behavior of supporting the Japanese army aroused the suspicion of the sergeant.

"Hey! Mihara! What are you doing? How can you be so accommodating to these unruly soldiers? How can our military police maintain order in the future!"

Unfortunately, Sanyuan was no longer able to answer him at this time. He looked at the person who was only four or five meters away from him and still didn't reply.

"has a problem?"

The suspicious sergeant immediately unbuttoned the box-neck at his waist, put his hand on the handle of the pistol in the holster, and shouted for the last time:

"Answer me, Mihara!"

After all, he is an elite veteran of the Japanese army from the early days, and he would draw his gun at the slightest suspicion.

"idiot!"

Ma Liang stopped pretending and yelled, attracting the sergeant's attention. He then fired two rapid shots from the silenced pistol in his hand.

In the pitch-black night, the arrows accurately hit the suspicious sergeant's forehead, as well as the machine gunner whose eyes were exposed in the machine gun position made of sandbags.

Liu Gongfeng and others who rushed forward later felt scared when they saw the sergeant on the ground with his pistol half drawn.

If it weren't for the instructor's quick reaction and superb marksmanship, tonight's operation would have failed.

Ma Liang took the American-made 5W small radio from the last team member, picked up the wireless receiver and said calmly:

"Initiate action!"

After receiving the order, the team members who had been on standby at the telephone line immediately cut the line, and then moved towards their combat positions in the Sanyo Comfort Station with submachine guns.

At the same time, after receiving Ma Liang's order, six teams of trucks that had been hiding at a bend in the mountain started moving, rushed out of the woods beside the road onto the highway, and began to move towards the checkpoint ahead.

Ma Liang took advantage of the situation and collected all the machine guns and rifles in the only machine gun position. With the loss of this solid machine gun position, the danger of tonight's operation was reduced by half.

As long as the team members, each armed with a submachine gun and a pistol, approached, Ma Liang could move freely on the flat ground with only a few single-shot Type 38 rifles and a box-type rifle that could barely kill himself.

After completing this, Ma Liang put on his equipment and headed towards the Japanese exchange office.

The rest of the team members worked in groups of two, armed with silenced pistols and sabers, and began to clear each tent one by one.

"what!"

Shen Qi, a former Kuomintang communications soldier who was naked but with his hands tied tightly behind his back, slowly moved from the two Japanese soldiers to a Type 38 bayonet nailed to the end of the bed.

While carefully observing the reaction of the Japanese soldier on the bed, he calmly used a bayonet to sharpen the rope that tied his hands behind his back.

After finally wearing the rope apart, Shen Qi took off the bayonet with great effort. Just as he pointed it at his chest, he saw the Japanese soldier who had tortured him and was sleeping soundly on the bed.

He gritted his teeth, raised his bayonet, touched the Japanese soldier's chest, and stabbed him with the bayonet.

"Ah! Baga!"

"Dead!"

With a cry of pain, the weak Shen Qi stabbed down with his knife, but the knife went astray and hit the Japanese soldier's shoulder.

Instead of killing the Japanese soldier, he angered him, and he snatched the bayonet and stabbed it into Shen Qi's chest.

"Baka! This cost 15 yen!"

Another Japanese soldier with rich combat experience just found his own bastard box from the other side, only to discover that his teammates were going to kill the woman they had paid 15 yen to keep for a day.

Just as Shen Qi closed his eyes and waited for relief, a thin figure rushed into the tent with a knife in his left hand and a pistol in his right hand resting on the wrist of his left hand holding the knife, attracting everyone's attention.

Under the long-burning street lights outside the tent, a face covered with colorful and terrifying Yaksha patterns appeared in the sight of everyone in the tent.

Everyone's breathing stopped!

But the man did not hesitate. After making a simple assessment of the situation under the dim light, he immediately pointed the gun in his hand at the Japanese soldier who was about to stab with a knife.

"Pui! Piu!"

After two strange gunshots, another Japanese soldier holding a tortoise box also reacted and pulled the trigger at the chest of the strange man in panic.

“Ding ding ding…”

The Japanese soldier was horrified to find that his bullet hit the opponent's chest, but there was actually a sound that could only be made by a bullet hitting a steel plate.

Unfortunately, the man would not give him another chance. He endured the severe pain in his chest and quickly turned the gun around and shot the other person dead.

Upon hearing the gunshots, all team members immediately put away their pistols and bloody sabers, picked up the MP38s hanging on their chests, and began to fire directly to quickly clear all the tents.

“Da da da…”

"Baga! Enemy attack!"

"Why are there enemies here?!"

"Get out of the tent, don't stay here and wait to die!"

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As the gunshots rang out here, chaos suddenly broke out outside.

A gloved hand dragged Shen Qi off the bed and shouted:

"Lie down on the ground! Come out after the gunfire stops! Remember to shout in Chinese!"

At this moment, Shen Qi didn't hear anything. There was only one thought in his mind:

“It’s actually a woman?”

Lin Xiuyun ignored Shen Qi on the ground. She had made a mistake just now. She did not follow the instructor's instructions and kill the most threatening enemy immediately.

If he hadn't always complained about the weight during training and installed armor plates cut from bulletproof armor imported from the Russian country in the tactical back interlayer on his chest, he would probably have been killed just now.