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

The tough 13th Regiment did not seek tactical guidance even once. After finally making it to dawn, Nishijima Yoshi felt like crying but had no tears left when he saw the wounded soldiers wailing all over the camp.

The 50th Regiment suffered more than casualties from sporadic and irregular shooting throughout the night.

If fifty people had been killed, Nishijima Yoshi might not have been so desperate. It would have been just a matter of filling out fifty death notices.

There are now more than fifty wounded soldiers who either have broken legs or have lost their lower body. They are the kind of wounded soldiers who cannot die but are useless if they survive.

Nishijima Yoshi was somewhat horrified to find that the brave and strong Kumamoto soldiers under his command began to show fear and hesitation in their eyes.

This is exactly the result Ma Liang wanted. Ma Liang is not an "egg-dismantling expert" with a special hobby who specifically targets the lower three routes.

The reason why it is so troublesome is that, on the one hand, the damage caused to the Japanese army by a dead Japanese soldier is far less than that caused by a disabled soldier.

The other is that Ma Liang is all alone with a gun. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot inflict a fatal blow to the 3000th Regiment of the Japanese Army with more than men. The best that can happen is that he can bring endless panic to them.

In the real battlefield, many recruits often perform very bravely during their first combat, but some soldiers who perform very bravely will choose to desert after the battle.

A big reason was that when I saw the miserable condition of the wounded soldiers, I thought of myself.

When creatures feel sad for their own kind, even the autumn birds are sad.

Even the 13th Regiment, which is known for its strength, is no exception!

"Load all the wounded soldiers onto the trucks and send them to the Army Hospital in the city for treatment." Nishijima Yoshi gritted his teeth and gave the order.

If in a field combat situation, if there were one or two soldiers who had completely lost their combat capability, Nishijima Yoshi would order them to commit suicide.

But now in the military camp, everyone is in danger, and there are not just one or two soldiers like this, but more than fifty.

If Nishijima Yoshi really did this, even the morale of the 13th Regiment, which was known for its brutality and strength, would be gone.

Soon the soldiers of the 13th Regiment carried the wounded onto military trucks, and Yoshiya Nishijima followed them to the city to report the situation.

As for Yoshi Nishijima's plan to return to the front line this morning, it was completely ruined.

Under the protection of a squadron, the wounded were successfully sent to the Army Hospital in Shanghai.

Yoshiya Nishijima came to the gendarmerie headquarters, and this time was different from yesterday.

Yesterday, Nishijima was so proud and happy that he walked with a gust of wind and looked down on people.

Less than 24 hours after arriving in Shanghai, he resolved the riots that the useless Military Police Command had been unable to resolve in several days.

However, a squadron of troops protected two truckloads of wailing wounded soldiers from the 13th Regiment and sent them to the Army Hospital in broad daylight in full view of everyone.

What happened in the 13th Regiment last night spread throughout the Japanese army on the way to the military police headquarters of Nishijima Girai.

"Colonel Nishijima, good morning!"

"Nishijima-kun! Good morning!"

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As soon as he entered the gendarmerie headquarters, junior officers and officers of the same rank kept greeting Nishijima Yoshi. Although they were all extremely normal greetings, Nishijima Yoshi, who felt guilty, felt that all of them were gloating over his misfortune.

Along the way, Nishijima Yoshihan lowered his head, walked lightly, and came to the meeting room of the Military Police Headquarters with a gloomy face.

"Mr. Nishijima, there were gunshots from your 13th Regiment all night last night. What happened?" A colonel asked Nishijima Yoshi in a very normal tone, but his eyes were full of gloating.

He almost said directly, "Aren't you, the 13th Regiment, so arrogant that you look down on other troops? Are you embarrassed now?"

"Snapped!"

Nishijima Yoshi slammed the conference table fiercely. His eyes were already bloodshot after not sleeping all night. His eyes bulged even more in anger, and he roared like a demon:

"You're asking even though you already know the answer! The Thirteenth Regiment will pick up the lost face on its own! The Thirteenth Regiment of the Empire will not fail!"

After saying this, Nishijima Yoshi left the meeting room angrily, leaving only the Chief of Staff of the 13th Regiment to continue the meeting in his place.

There were sounds of gunfire all night last night. Naturally, the matter of the 13th Regiment of the Beast Army could not be concealed, and it spread throughout Shanghai in a short time.

The old woman who was busy burning incense and praying to Buddha yesterday heard the news and shouted to her son with confidence:

"I told you, the King of Hell will not let those evil people kill the people of the Celestial Empire. He has sent his Yaksha here. I have to go out and burn another stick of incense for the King of Hell."

When the old woman who had received the news a little later excitedly came to the statue of the King of Hell at the entrance of the alley with a stick of incense, she was surprised to find that the place was already filled with incense and the incense burner was full of various kinds of incense.

With her blurry eyesight, she tried several times before finally inserting the incense stick in her hand into the incense burner. She recited a few words piously before returning home.

Soon the news of Yaksha's battle against the 13th Regiment of the Japanese Beast Army spread throughout Shanghai, and countless Chinese people regained their confidence.

All the people in the Celestial Empire were discussing it in private, and some even made bets: Who would win, the Celestial Empire's Yakshas versus the 13th Regiment of the Beast Army?

For a while, the whole city was in an uproar, and even many foreigners got involved.

The Japanese Military Police Headquarters was horrified to find that the atmosphere of resistance that had been suppressed by the bloody massacre of the 13th Regiment of the Beast Army was gradually rising again, and the eyes of the Chinese people, who had been numb and submissive, had light again.

"This is no longer just the 13th Regiment's business. This is about the morale struggle between the Celestial Empire and the Locust Army. Once we can completely defeat this Yaksha, who is regarded as the hope of the Celestial Empire, Shanghai will belong to us from now on."

"On the contrary, if Yaksha continues to act like this, Shanghai will never have peace!"

Lieutenant General Kato of the Military Police Command said this seriously to everyone at an internal meeting.

Soon, the Special High Technology Department, the Military Police Command and other intelligence and technical departments began to work together, and began to compile reports and analyses on Yaksha.

"Yaksha, gender: male, has a pair of eyes that can see at night (maybe that's why he's called Yaksha?) or a person or an elite team"

"Skills: Excellent shooting skills, with the ability to accurately shoot at a distance of 300 meters at night. It seems that he has undergone rigorous sniper training..."

"Main weapon: Mosin Nagant sniper rifle using the Russian 7.62x54R bullet. Note: The gun is equipped with an unknown type of silencer."

"Secondary weapon: an M9 pistol using 1935mm Parabellum."

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Based on intelligence from all sides, the Military Police Headquarters roughly drew up the image of a Yaksha. The problem now is how to track Yaksha's whereabouts and catch him, completely cutting off the last hope of the people of Shanghai.

At the meeting, Colonel Nishijima Yoshi, who had calmed down, looked at the so-called Yasha information in his hand, which was almost the same as not saying anything, smiled coldly, drew out his saber and fiercely stabbed the thin paper on the table, grinning:

"Guess why this so-called Yaksha in the Celestial Empire chose to attack other better targets instead of risking his life to attack our powerful 13th Infantry Regiment, which has been in Shanghai for less than two days?"

Thinking of the series of actions taken by the 13th Regiment when it came to Shanghai, the others' eyes lit up as if they had thought of something.

Seeing that everyone understood, Nishijima added coldly:

"There is only one reason. He is seeking revenge. He is a kind-hearted man who feels compassion for the world and he thinks he is enforcing justice!"

"This kind of person is actually the easiest to deal with, because he has too many concerns!"

At this point, a colonel in charge of intelligence at the Military Police Headquarters pretended to cough:

"According to reliable intelligence, Wujia Village in Zhangjiang Town, eight kilometers away from the outskirts of Shanghai, is the base of operations of an action team of the Military Control Commission Shanghai Station..."