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

Faced with the flattery of other officers, Nishijima Yoshi did not take it too seriously.

At this moment, his mind was full of how to quickly finish this boring job, return to the front battlefield as soon as possible, and win the supreme military merit of breaking through the enemy's capital for the second time.

He bypassed many officers of the Military Police Headquarters and asked the Military Police Commander, Lieutenant General Kato, arrogantly:

"Sir Kato, the mission of our 13th Regiment has been almost completed. When can we return to the front line? As the most elite troops of the empire, we should not be in the safe rear, but fighting on the front line where we are most needed."

As soon as Colonel Nishijima Yoshi said this, the originally harmonious and pleasant atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and the officers of the Military Police Headquarters all looked at Nishijima Yoshi angrily.

What do you mean we are in a safe rear area? Isn't this a naked statement that the military police forces responsible for the public security in Shanghai are all useless people with low combat effectiveness, and they have to rely on the 13th Regiment of the Empire to rescue them?

The atmosphere suddenly became very subtle.

Lieutenant General Kato was an old devil after all. Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, he quickly laughed and said:

"Colonel Nishijima is indeed the best soldier in the Empire, always thinking of devoting himself to the Empire. Don't worry, we won't delay the 13th Regiment for too long."

"Your division commander is urging me to return his most elite 13th Regiment as soon as possible! Nishijima-kun's 13th Regiment only needs to stay in Shanghai for one more night to deter the anti-Japanese elements hiding in the dark, and then they can return to the front line tomorrow afternoon."

These words gave Nishijima Yoshi enough face, but after hearing the answer he wanted, Nishijima immediately took his leave on the grounds of being busy with military duties, showing no understanding of the ways of the world at all.

As soon as Nishijima left, the officers of the Military Police Headquarters dared to start complaining.

"What an arrogant fellow! He relies on the fact that he commands the 13th Regiment, the most elite empire. He doesn't even take us military police seriously."

"Yes, he is just a reckless man. Does he know how much we paid to cover up his behavior in front of other white devils?"

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To be honest, even if Nishijima Yoshi's 13th Regiment wanted to continue staying in Shanghai, the Shanghai Military Police Command would not dare to do so.

The notorious reputation of the 13th Regiment did help the Japanese army quickly stabilize the chaos in Shanghai that was about to get out of control, but the 13th Regiment started by bloodily massacring a village of several hundred people.

This was a densely populated area in Shanghai, and it could not be concealed at all. It caused great panic among the people in Shanghai, and representatives from various countries protested against it.

The Japanese army had a hard time getting away with this matter. If the 13th Regiment had been allowed to continue staying in wealthy Shanghai, no one could guarantee what kind of trouble these poor Kumamoto guys, who were used to the lax military discipline on the front line, would have done.

Ma Liang was walking on the street. The Shanghai residents, who had happy looks on their faces and walked with their backs straight just two days ago, now bent over visibly, and their energy and spirit were gone in an instant.

In a house on the corner of an alley, an old woman with gray hair and a hunched body bent over with great effort, and placed three newly lit cigarettes in front of a paper statue that had obviously been posted not long ago. She put her hands together and prayed devoutly:

"Lord Yama, Lord Yama, please send your Yakshas to punish those inhumane beasts! Please save the Chinese people who are suffering so much!"

"Mom, why are you worshipping this here again? It's fake. There is no Yaksha in this world. Go home quickly and don't let others see you. Little life will kill our whole family."

A middle-aged man who looked like the old woman's son rushed out from a house not far away, whispering to the old woman while pulling her towards home.

The news of the massacre by the 13th Regiment of the Japanese Army spread quickly throughout Shanghai with many witnesses. However, due to the cover-up by the Japanese army, there was no wave of concern, and representatives of various countries issued perfunctory condemnations.

The extremely angry people of Shanghai could do nothing but be angry. They were just unarmed civilians. Facing the butcher knives of the Japanese army, they could do nothing but be angry and pray to God.

What Ma Liang wanted to say was whether there were any Yakshas in this world who were kind enough to treat evil people. He was not sure, after all, he had encountered time travel.

But he is professional in dealing with the Japanese devils who kill civilians indiscriminately.

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the temporary military camp of the 13th Regiment, except for the soldiers on guard duty, the rest of the soldiers had fallen asleep after running around for several days.

The military camp was surrounded by silence. Although it was located in a densely populated area, the 13th Regiment's notoriety caused all the people living nearby to flee.

On a slope not far from the military camp, a bloated figure shrouded in the darkness was observing the 13th Regiment’s every move with the night vision goggles on his head.

After observing for a while, Ma Liang discovered that the 13th Regiment, which was known as the most elite force of the Japanese Army, did have some merit.

In the relatively safe Shanghai, the 13th Regiment still strictly followed the front-line field camping method, digging trenches, setting up roadblocks, and patrolling with searchlights.

The mobile sentries were constantly patrolling back and forth, and the soldiers at the machine gun positions kept their hands on their machine guns at all times. Ma Liang observed for a long time but did not find a single lazy soldier.

Although with the help of night vision goggles, Ma Liang was confident that he could still sneak in.

But these were not unorganized bandits, but professional soldiers with rich combat experience. Ma Liang did not dare to continue using the infiltration attack he used to fight the bandits in Black Wind Mountain.

After thinking about it, Ma Liang took out the mines, dynamite and other explosives he had taken from the Japanese arsenal last time, and set up a chain of mine arrays along the pre-prepared retreat route.

Then he took out his LR19 sniper rifle from the space and aimed steadily at the two huge searchlights three hundred meters away.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two searchlights that posed the greatest threat to Ma Liang were successfully destroyed.

This was like stirring up a hornet's nest; shrill whistles and officers' shouts and curses soon rang out.

The soldiers quickly grabbed their guns and took up their combat positions according to the long-prepared contingency plan, waiting for further instructions from the officers.

"Good fellow! It is worthy of being the most elite Kumamoto Division among the 17 permanent divisions of the Japanese Army!"

Such a reaction speed was so fast that even Ma Liang, who had seen the world's best army, had to exclaim inwardly.

However, the gap in weapons and equipment between Ma Liang and the Japanese army at that time could no longer be made up by better training.

Just as the officers of the 13th Regiment were bravely holding up binoculars to try to find the enemy, Ma Liang began the death roll call.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

The LR19 with a silencer installed made almost no sound at a distance of meters. Ma Liang emptied a magazine and hit eight Japanese soldiers.

The reason why the accuracy was so different was that Ma Liang shot at the lower body, thighs or thigh roots.

"ah·····"

Instantly, eight inhuman screams echoed throughout the military camp.