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

"Dig quickly! Dig quickly!"

"As long as we can hold on for 20 minutes, our reinforcements will arrive!"

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The Japanese soldiers who were rewarded to come to the Sanyo Comfort Station were all the backbone of the army. You can say they are bad, but you cannot say they are incompetent.

After they reacted, they began to organize a defense line under the command of senior non-commissioned officers and officers, while frantically digging the ground with things like wooden boards, spoons, and bayonets.

After all, this was a muddy field. As long as simple personal shelters were dug for these Japanese soldiers with rich combat experience, they would have the advantage in numbers and could stop the trainees' attacks even with Type 14 Nambu pistols.

“All, all, all…”

As the grenades fell, the Japanese soldiers who had originally planned to hide in the tents and defend their defenses immediately panicked.

In a Japanese tent, four Japanese soldiers built a shelter with a simple camp bed and a few wooden boards. Two of them were on guard with tortoise boxes, and two were frantically digging the soil with lunch boxes.

At this time, just a few shallow pits were dug.

"Baga! Why does it sound like a Type 89 grenade launcher?"

"Nani?"

The Japanese army used a large number of Type 89 grenade launchers. They were very familiar with the sound of Type 89 grenades flying, especially since many of them were elite grenade throwers.

"boom!"

A grenade hit the tent accurately. Military tents are not protected against high-explosive shrapnel from grenade launchers, especially since Sanyo's comfort site was deliberately chosen to be located on a large flat ground.

This undoubtedly infinitely magnified the power of the grenade launcher's grenades. With just one high-explosive bomb, four Japanese soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

A Japanese soldier who was knocked to the ground by the explosion looked at the familiar Japanese words on the shrapnel stuck in his chest and murmured unwillingly:

"Baga, it's really a Type 89 grenade!"

“Da da da…”

As the heavy firepower players that Ma Liang had trained at great cost continued to accurately hit the Japanese tents that were obviously targeted with Type 89 grenades.

Taking advantage of the fire from the grenade explosion, the sniper and the rest of the team members using Japanese machine guns began long-range attacks, while the team members holding submachine guns with shorter range kept their distance, established a line of defense, and blocked the possibility of the Japanese army breaking out.

After the gunshots, Ma Liang also began to use the infrared function of the drone to fire precise bursts, continuously shooting at the clearly visible Japanese troops.

Ordinary military tents do not have anti-infrared functions. If there were not too many tents, overlapping and blocking each other, affecting the effect of infrared night vision goggles, Ma Liang would have simply used infrared night vision goggles.

Now there are drones in the air, just a thin layer on the top layer. No matter what posture the Japanese soldiers take to dodge, Ma Liang PKM can always penetrate the cover of the tent and deliver 7.62mm bullets into the bodies of the Japanese soldiers.

Now the Japanese soldiers who stay in the tents are vulnerable to grenades and Ma Liang's bullets. Those snipers and machine gunners who don't have infrared night vision will be happy if they leave the tents. They are full of anger and are worried about not being able to find their targets!

They seemed to have a grudge against bullets and kept shooting at the Japanese troops who exposed their tracks.

"Young Master, lend me your sniper rifle!"

"Tiger, lend me your machine gun!"

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After witnessing the atrocities committed by the Japanese army, each team member's eyes turned red.

Especially the two teams that were cleaning up the officers' camp. At first, they were forced to clean up all the people there under Ma Liang's orders, including some women and service personnel who wore kimonos instead of military uniforms.

But it was not until they cleaned the cabin that they saw her hands tied to the head of the bed. She had no cloth on her body, only a dirty military blanket that was so dirty that the color could not be seen.

His whole body was covered with bruises. When he heard someone open the door, he trembled all over and opened his legs reflexively, revealing his messy lower body.

The trace of reluctance that originally remained disappeared immediately.

Each of them shot harder than anyone else, with only the pleasure of revenge in his heart, not a trace of guilt for killing.

Just ten minutes later, with the help of Ma Liang, the Japanese troops scattered in various tents were completely wiped out.

"Team one and team two, be on alert. Team three, drive the truck over here. The rest of the teams, please help and take our people away!" Ma Liang gave orders into the radio after observing the battlefield situation through the drone.

The well-trained teams immediately began to move quickly according to Ma Liang's orders.

Less than three minutes later, the captain of Team 4 called out over the radio:

"Instructor, there is a special situation. Please come to the last cabin!"

Ma Liang was somewhat dissatisfied, thinking that the team members were being too soft-hearted again and were still hesitating at this critical moment.

But when Ma Liang arrived at the last wooden house with the MP38 submachine gun, a strange smell mixed with urine, rotten meat, body odor, etc. rushed into his nose.

The members of team four and team five stood there with gnashing teeth, looking at the four smelly humanoid creatures on the ground, helpless to do anything.

Ma Liang looked at the four people lying on the ground, with yellow fluid constantly oozing from their lower bodies, their bodies covered with large pus-filled sores, and maggots constantly crawling around in some parts of their bodies.

But he is not dead yet, he is still alive.

Seeing such a horrible appearance, even the Japanese army didn't bother to kill them. They just carried them here to die.

Seeing another person with a ghost face coming in, the four people on the ground clearly had a flash of fear in their eyes, but when they thought of their current grimacing appearance, there was only despair in their eyes.

"Are you here to kill us? Why don't you dare show your faces! You little Japs!" Liu Langu, who was in the best condition among the four, asked disdainfully.

Ma Liang did not answer, but ordered:

"Everyone, take off your masks!"

Following Ma Liang's order, the twelve team members took off their Yaksha masks.

"We are from the Celestial Empire, and we are soldiers of the Celestial Empire!" Ma Liang answered softly for the first time.

"A soldier from the Celestial Empire?"

Listening to this unfamiliar word, Liu Langu fell into memories and suddenly shouted out of control:

"Why did you come just now? Why did you come just now?!"

These words made the two captains who had previously opposed the plan of immediate attack wish they could find a hole to crawl into.

"Carry them out and see what happened to those Japanese soldiers!" Ma Liang knew what he wanted to see most.

The team members immediately carried the four compatriots, very carefully, as if they were carrying some treasures, and walked around.

"Good, good kill! Good..."

The bloody scene that would have caused ordinary people to collapse was greeted with constant cheers from Liu Langu.

The other three compatriots who were already speechless, although they could not speak, but their eyes, which were originally filled with only death, were filled with strange light. They used all their strength to turn their heads and look around, as if they were looking at the most beautiful scenery.

“Woo woo…”

The more than 30 Chinese compatriots who had already been put on the bus could no longer hold back their tears.

Ma Liang came to Liu Langu, squatted down, bent over and asked softly:

"Do you have any last wishes?"