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

After finalizing the general plan, Colonel Yoshimi Nishijima could not wait to lead his guards back to the 13th Regiment's base.

In the shaking car, Nishijima Yoshi, who had not had a good rest for several days, frequently looked at the back seat full of special military supplies "marching pills" specially approved by the military for this mission, with an extremely confident look in his eyes.

“Beep, beep, beep…”

The shrill emergency assembly whistle sounded in the huge military camp. Along with the officers' shouts and scolds, the soldiers of the 4th Regiment, who had just slept for less than four hours, completed the fully armed assembly in just five minutes.

After all, the 13th Regiment is the most powerful unit among the 17 elite standing divisions in Xiaori.

The entire team was visibly exhausted, and soldiers in the team kept yawning uncontrollably.

Everyone's eyes were red, with huge dark circles around them, and their eyes were dull.

Generally speaking, soldiers in this situation cannot fight, and forcing such soldiers to go to the battlefield is a stupid thing that no qualified commander would do.

But nothing is absolute. Nishijima Yoshi glared at his troops with bloodshot eyes and shouted:

“Soldiers! You are the proud 13th Regiment, the invincible Kumamoto Division. Can a single blow bring down our proud 13th Regiment soldiers?...”

"what····"

When Nishijima Yoshi was speaking enthusiastically, an extremely tired soldier could not help but yawn, interrupting Nishijima's "passionate" speech.

"idiot!"

Nishijima Yoshi couldn't help but curse and was about to punish the soldier, but seeing that all the soldiers were in the same bad mood.

Only then did he remember that not all soldiers were like senior officers like him, who had an unlimited supply of marching pills. He angrily withdrew the idea and waved to his guards.

The guards who had taken marching pills in advance immediately distributed the pills in high spirits.

As five marching pills were distributed to each soldier of the 13th Regiment, the soldiers, who were originally sleepy, suddenly became alert after seeing clearly what was in their hands.

"Wow! It's the precious marching pill?"

“Finally I get to enjoy this good thing again!”

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The soldiers of the 13th Regiment looked at the marching pills in their hands and whispered excitedly, as if it was New Year's Day.

Giving soldiers drugs during World War II was not big news, and everyone just ignored the big brothers.

In 1936, medical scientist Hans Mayer published his first paper, pointing out that people who took the compound would have significantly increased self-confidence, be more adventurous, and more focused. At the same time, feelings of hunger, thirst, pain, etc. would also be reduced, and they might even not want to sleep.

Just by listening to it, one would think that it was a magical device naturally designed for military use, and indeed it was. This thing quickly became a favorite of the armies of various countries.

By the time the war began, the use of this compound was already widespread among the military.

This pill was called "assault tablet" by the Japanese air force, and it was supplied first to the pilots of the Army and Navy Aviation, especially those who needed to fly long distances or at night, or those who needed to conduct high-frequency combat in a short period of time.

The effect was quite good. Japanese pilots who had used it generally reported that after taking the drug, they no longer felt tired during long-distance flights, no longer felt sleepy during night flights, and no longer felt fatigued during high-frequency combat. "Assault Ingot" and "Air Strike Ingot" were the nicknames given to it by the pilots of the Army Aviation and Navy Aviation.

As for the Japanese Army? As a poor guy in the military system, except for officers, ordinary army idiots are not qualified to enjoy this high-level spiritual tonic.

Generally, only elite army elk are equipped with a small number of them, and they are all in the hands of officers. They are only taken out for ordinary elk to use in critical assault moments.

In the later stages of the war, when the elite veterans had been used up and the only people left were recruits, it was impossible to expect a team composed entirely of recruits to play the long live pig charge against bullets.

How can you survive without taking drugs!

In the later stages of the war, the Japanese Army's combat effectiveness was almost entirely supported by drugs.

This is also why many actions of the Japanese army during World War II seem nonsensical and crazy from a modern perspective.

After all, you can't expect a group of already perverted people to make any wise decisions after taking drugs together.

This is also the reason why ordinary soldiers of the 13th Regiment were so excited when they saw that they were actually issuing military pills. They are also considered an elite force, and they may not have many opportunities to enjoy such special spiritual supplements for officers.

Following the order from the officer on duty, the soldiers of the 13th Regiment couldn't wait to eat the first pill of high-grade mental tonic.

A few minutes later, as the effect of the drug took effect in the body, the soldiers of the 13th Regiment, who had been yawning and listless, soon became energetic, with bright eyes.

Colonel Nishijima Yoshi was extremely satisfied to see his men regain their spirits. He just raised his hand to say a few more words to encourage them, but the soldiers below, who were under the influence of the drugs and urgently needed to vent, shouted enthusiastically:

"It's a black card, it's onboard!"

"It's a black card, it's onboard!"

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Got it!

The 13th Regiment, which was under the influence of drugs, did not need any pre-war mobilization at all. They were just a group of drug addicts.

At Nishijima Yoshi's command, the soldiers of the 13th Regiment, who had been unable to contain themselves for a long time, got on the vehicles and rushed to their destination, shouting.

Soon a massacre far more brutal than the first one occurred again. How crazy are these drug addicts with knives and guns?

If the gendarmerie headquarters had not been self-aware and had not sent out gendarmerie to follow and stop the incident in order to control the situation, who knows how big a mess it would have caused.

After the effect of the drug wore off, the soldiers of the 13th Regiment reluctantly boarded their vehicles and returned to the camp, leaving only dead silence.

Nishijima Yoshiki looked at the soldiers who had regained their courage after the killing and the effect of the marching pills, and he became the arrogant Colonel Nishijima Yoshiki again.

"Come on! Take a picture for me!"

Nishijima Yoshi called the reporters who were accompanying him, raised his saber and posed for a photo, leaning against the ruined village.

In the afternoon, the news that Colonel Yoshiki Nishijima of the 13th Regiment of the Japanese Army led his troops to successfully "clean up" an anti-Japanese sabotage base and killed more than 200 saboteurs in the battle spread throughout Shanghai.

The Japanese army also learned from the previous evening edition of "Min Bao" and deliberately used a puppet newspaper under their control to publish an evening edition. The headline photo was a photo of a complacent Nishijima holding a saber, looking sideways, and his nostril facing the camera.

The only thing missing is the words "Come on!" added to the photo!

There was a strong sense of provocation, even a three-year-old child could see it.

This time, since it was officially launched by the Japanese army, cars and professional delivery personnel were mobilized.

Unlike the last "Min Bao" incident which took a night to ferment, this time it spread throughout Shanghai in just a few hours.

All of a sudden, the people of Shanghai were in a frenzy. On the one hand, they were angry about the arrogant and brutal behavior of the 13th Regiment of the Japanese Army, and on the other hand, they were worried:

Will our Yaksha accept the challenge?