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

After seeing off reporter Peng Linfeng, Li Longting held a meeting.

"Cough cough cough~~~"

“Empty, empty, empty…”

“A-choo…”

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Everyone in the conference room was coughing and sneezing. Everyone's eyes were red and they were constantly wiping away tears and snot.

This type of mask-type gas mask can protect against low concentrations of poison gas, but the eyes are exposed to the outside, and basically every soldier in the regiment has "red eye disease."

After a long time, everyone endured the discomfort and did not make any sound, and the meeting was finally able to proceed normally.

"Everyone, actual combat has proven that the method given by the headquarters to deal with the Japanese gas attack is effective and can hold the position under the Japanese gas attack. Chief of Staff, you will summarize the combat process and experience of this battle and report it to the headquarters immediately, and share the experience with brothers in the entire theater."

"Also, have the brothers collect all the intact gas masks of the Japanese army to prevent them from continuing to use poison gas attacks."

The Chief of Staff nodded silently.

At this time, the battalion commander said sadly:

"Commander, this method is effective, but if we continue with this method, our regiment will be wiped out in a few days. The casualties are too great. My third company has more than a hundred brothers, but the survivors can't even fill a platoon. All the leaders have died, and now a three-year veteran is temporarily serving as platoon leader."

Upon hearing the news, the other officers who had been optimistic immediately fell silent.

Ma Liang's method was certainly effective, but in essence it was a tactic of exchanging life for life, using a small number of troops wearing gas masks to delay the Japanese army and buy time for the larger force.

This kind of fighting style can be perfectly used by the elite Central Army composed entirely of graduates of the Huangfu Military Academy, such as the 544th Regiment, whose grassroots officers are all from the Huangfu Military Academy.

If other warlords with no cohesion were to fight, such tactics would not be used at all.

Upon hearing that the soldiers he recruited from his hometown were beaten like this, Li Longting wiped the tears from his eyes, not knowing whether they were tears of stimulation from the poison gas or tears of sadness.

"The sacrifice of the third company was worth it. This time, we not only defended our position, but also killed more than 200 Japanese soldiers. Only by occupying the advantageous terrain can we achieve such a result. Everyone go back and prepare! Prevent the Japanese from making desperate moves and launching a night attack at night!"

Li Longting drove all the officers back to their respective positions without giving them a chance to speak.

After all the battalion commanders had left, Li Longting drew out the dagger that had been hanging on his waist. After carefully looking at the four words "Success and Martyrdom" on the sword, he firmly put the dagger back into the scabbard on his waist.

Two days later, Peng Linfeng risked his life to take detailed photos of the Japanese army's use of poison gas in combat, which made headlines in major newspapers in the rear.

With pictures and the truth, it quickly sparked huge protests in China, and even the international community issued statements of condemnation.

These real pictures of gas warfare brought back bad memories for Western gentlemen who experienced the brutal gas warfare in World War I.

Especially Hans Little Moustache, who had been gassed during World War I, he specifically asked the Hans government to issue a strongly worded diplomatic statement of condemnation.

The Japanese army's blatant use of poison gas, an anti-human weapon that was openly "banned" by the whole world, put the Japanese army in a passive position. When they were caught in the act, the Japanese government used the excuse that it was a smokescreen while strictly ordering the Japanese army not to use poison gas indiscriminately.

Under international and domestic pressure, the Japanese military headquarters raised the authority to use poison gas from the division level to the army level. The use of poison gas in offensive warfare required the consent of the military.

On other battlefields in Ezhou, the battle became intense from the start due to the thundering measures taken by the top leaders to deal with the commander of the 167th Army and the commander of the th Division.

No one wanted to be dealt with by the top leadership for preserving their strength. For a while, the Japanese army made little progress on all fronts, and the pressure was now on the Japanese military intelligence department.

However, at this time in Ezhou City, which was basically full of soldiers, a black Ford car turned left and right in the alleys of Ezhou City and finally stopped in an alley.

At this time, there were several cars parked in the alley, as well as a dozen military horses, and dozens of soldiers with pistols on their backs, laughing and smoking and chatting together.

The deputy commander of the 68th Division, Zhang Yuchuan, got out of the Ford car, carefully straightened his military uniform, and carefully adjusted his spotless white gloves with his hands.

A middle-aged man with a hunched back and a seductive look on his face came over and shouted exaggeratedly:

"Isn't this Commander Zhang? Mr. Liu and Miss Qinfang have been waiting for you in Room No. 1 for a long time!"

Zhang Yuchuan had a smile on his face and reminded:

"He's the deputy division commander, you have to address him correctly!"

As soon as he entered the door, the sound of cheerful music hit Zhang Yuchuan's eardrums.

Zhang Yuchuan saw several familiar faces of senior military officers. Some were sitting on imported leather sofas, drinking various imported foreign liquors and exchanging information with each other, while others were rushing into the room with their arms around incredibly beautiful women.

What a joyful, peaceful and prosperous scene it is, which immediately makes people forget the solemnity and oppression in Ezhou City just across the wall.

Zhang Yuchuan was no exception. He rushed into the room, picked up Qin Fang, who had been waiting for a long time, and put her on the imported spring bed.

The squeaking sound of the spring friction ended in less than five minutes.

Zhang Yuchuan put on his clothes with the help of Qin Fang with a satisfied look on his face. Almost as soon as he finished putting on his clothes, Mr. Liu, the owner of this place, which was ostensibly a club but was actually a black market intelligence trading center, walked in.

"What do you think about that matter, Commander Zhang?" Mr. Liu, whose real name no one knew, spoke up.

Zhang Yuchuan said with embarrassment:

"It's only been less than ten days since the change, and there are only a few people who know about it. If the higher-ups find out, I'll be in big trouble!"

The mysterious Mr. Liu smiled, picked up his teacup and drank his tea. After a while, he said slowly:

"That's why it's valuable! It might not be this price in two days!"

Zhang Yuchuan, who was originally here to trade, also knew this truth. What he said just now was just to get a high price. In the end, he tentatively raised a price:

"I have brought the goods, plus ten large yellow croakers, and I will give them to you right away!"

Thinking of the importance of this information, Mr. Liu nodded in agreement, and Zhang Yuchuan immediately took out a roll of film from his pocket and handed it to him.

After completing the transaction, Zhang Yuchuan seemed to have thought of something, hesitated for a moment, and then asked mysteriously:

"I have intelligence about the Japanese army worth $10,000. Do you want it?"

Having just obtained the information he wanted, Mr. Liu did not take Zhang Yuchuan's words to heart. He just said perfunctorily that it was too expensive and he would think about it.

After Zhang Yuchuan left, Mr. Liu looked at the film in his hand and whispered mockingly:

"Greedy Chinese people! Is there anything they dare not sell? It's just sixty large yellow croakers, haha..."

The top performer Qin Fang also echoed in a low voice:

"As expected of an inferior race, you are destined to be conquered by our Yamato people!"

The two of them smiled silently, their eyes full of contempt.

That night, the film appeared in the hands of the military intelligence department of the Japanese 11th Army.