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

However, Ma Liang did not continue to appreciate this pleasant scene. His previous experience of fighting against the Japanese military police squad in the quarry gave him a correct understanding of the combat effectiveness of the first batch of Japanese troops.

After emptying the first magazine, Ma Liang immediately used his infrared night vision goggles to pick up the hot shell casings, then ran towards another backup sniper point with his gun in hand.

Sure enough, in the barracks of the 13th Regiment, the captain of the first battalion in charge of this direction, Yusuke Kobayashi, drew out his command knife after making a simple assessment of the soldier's bullet wound and swung it fiercely in the direction where Ma Liang had just hidden.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

"Da Da Da"

The Type 92 heavy machine guns and 50mm Type grenade launchers, which had been in position long ago, continuously provided back and forth fire coverage in the direction of Ma Liang's shooting.

It took only two minutes from the time Ma Liang finished shooting to the time the Japanese army's firepower covered the area.

However, the Japanese army carried out fire coverage according to their own understanding of field warfare, and the firepower strikes were concentrated at a distance of 50-150 meters from the Japanese military camp.

Colonel Nishijima Yoshi is worthy of being called a war maniac who came out of the Kumamoto Division. He refused to live in Shanghai city where the conditions were better, and insisted on living in a tent with his troops.

Under the protection of the guards, Yoshi Nishijima came to the side of Yusuke Kobayashi of the First Battalion.

Instead of standing up straight and bravely, he half-crouched behind the sandbags and asked:

"Xiaolin, what's the situation?"

"Reporting to the commander, a small group of militants launched a surprise attack and eight of our soldiers were injured. I have ordered a fire counterattack based on the direction of the bullets and have not taken the risk of sending out any troops."

Contrary to popular belief, the Japanese were not good at night combat and our army took advantage of the cover of darkness to launch night combat and dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese.

The Japanese army was not actually unskilled in night battles. On the contrary, due to good nutritional supplements, the proportion of Japanese soldiers suffering from night blindness was much lower than that of the National Army, which could only barely get enough food, so they had an advantage in night battles.

However, in a close-range night combat environment, the Japanese army's precise shooting skills, which they were proud of, and their absolute advantage in firepower could not be brought into play, and they could only exchange lives at close range, so the Japanese army generally avoided night combat.

Just like now, facing a night attack, the Japanese army simply held their camp and used long-range firepower instead of sending infantry to attack in the dark.

After listening to this, Nishijima Yoshi nodded with satisfaction and praised:

"You did a good job. The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. It is the right thing to do not attack at night."

After saying this, Nishijima Yoshi added gloomily:

"It seems that we have been too merciful. Are there still some insurgents who dare to fire at us? We will teach them a profound lesson tomorrow morning and let everyone know the consequences of messing with our Thirteenth Regiment."

"Hi!"

The officers surrounding Nishijima Yoshi all nodded fiercely, their eyes filled with undisguised bloodiness and madness.

After five minutes of fire coverage, they stopped at the order of Yusuke Kobayashi. After all, they were poor and the fire coverage could not last long.

After the firing stopped, everything was quiet.

Seeing that there was no movement around, Japanese soldiers kept venturing out to observe, but no bullets were fired.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Nishijima Yoshi made a judgment and ordered:

"It's just a small group of troops harassing us. Order all soldiers to go back and rest and get enough energy!"

Soon, the soldiers of the 13th Regiment walked out of the bunker according to the officers' orders and prepared to enter the tents to rest.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Ma Liang, who had been waiting in another direction, was waiting for this moment. It was another quick five-shot combo. After shooting five bullets, he immediately moved his position.

This time, because the Japanese troops were caught off guard and had left their bunkers, all five bullets hit the target accurately, killing five more people.

However, this time all the Japanese troops were prepared. Less than 20 seconds after Ma Liang moved his position, fire from heavy machine guns and grenade launchers came knocking on him.

"Oh!"

The shot was fired entirely by the shooter's feel, and the Type 89 grenade that accidentally missed the target exploded not far from Ma Liang.

The Japanese veteran who missed the grenade angrily pounded the ground with his hands, feeling that he had wasted a grenade for the empire.

"Ok!"

Ma Liang, who was moving with his gun in his hand, groaned and his steps became disordered.

However, he did not stop but continued to move to the next sniper position as planned. Then he fumbled around his body and quickly tore off a piece of grenade fragment from the chest of his heavy bulletproof vest.

Ma Liang just glanced at the fragment in his hand and threw it away without making a fuss. He didn't care at all that the fragment would have hit his unprotected face a little higher.

Because this is a battlefield, a battlefield filled with countless surprises.

A general who died from a stray bullet at the end of a battle, a commander who died from stepping on a landmine, a general who died in a car accident during the war...

Even the senior generals who were heavily protected were like this, not to mention those who directly participated in the battle like Ma Liang.

It can be said that once you are on the battlefield, there is no place that is absolutely safe and accidents can happen at any time.

This is also the reason why Ma Liang, contrary to his usual practice, wore a full set of heavy bulletproof vests.

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Two hours later, Nishijima Yoshi yelled angrily in a dark sandbag bunker:

"Bagya Road!"

But there was a hint of long-lost fear in the scolding.

In just less than three hours, the 30th Regiment suffered more than casualties.

You have to know that the 13th Regiment would suffer this much casualties at most when defeating a National Army division on the front battlefield.

The mysterious gunman hidden around the camp was like a cat playing with a mouse, provoking the tense nerves of the soldiers of the 13th Regiment again and again. He would often launch an attack the next second when the 13th Regiment let down their vigilance.

The wailing of the large number of wounded but not dead soldiers in the camp made all the soldiers unconsciously clamp their legs together and hide tightly in the bunkers.

In a gendarmerie camp less than five kilometers away from the 13th Regiment, the gendarmes who were awakened by the sound of gunfire were on high alert and boarded trucks, ready to go to the 13th Regiment’s base to provide support.

"Let the soldiers go back to sleep. They have been worried for several days. It's time to have a good sleep."

A lieutenant colonel of the gendarmerie lazily stopped the gendarmes who were busy boarding the bus.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant Colonel, isn't this a good idea? We, the military police, are responsible for the public security in Shanghai. There is so much gunfire and if we don't go to support, and something really happens, it would be unacceptable when we are so close to them?" the adjutant quickly advised quietly.

The lieutenant colonel, who had seen Nishijima Yoshi's arrogance at the Military Police Headquarters and was filled with anger, smiled and asked in all seriousness:

"Has the 13th Regiment actively requested tactical guidance?"

The adjutant shook his head, and the lieutenant colonel spread his hands:

"That's it! We have to trust the 13th Regiment, the most powerful empire. If we rush over now, those arrogant guys in the 13th Regiment may not thank us. Why should we make ourselves look bad?"

"I'm going to get some sleep first, and then they can call me when they actively seek tactical guidance."

After saying this, the lieutenant colonel yawned and went back to sleep. The adjutant thought about it and waved his hand to order the gendarmes to go back to the camp and sleep.