Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

No cheers, no slogans.

More than 300 professional killers dispersed silently in small teams as if blending into the shadows of the night, and rushed towards their designated hunting areas.

An infantry battalion of the Japanese 114th Division, having just experienced a hard day's battle and march, set up a temporary camp on the edge of a relatively open field.

The campfires were dotted here and there, and the soldiers were exhausted. They gathered around the fire to heat rice balls and treat their wounds. Many of them were so exhausted that they fell asleep while holding their guns and leaning against their backpacks.

The sentries were walking back and forth on the outskirts of the camp, but their vigilance was not high. The Chinese defenders were completely defeated during the day, and everyone believed that tonight would be a safe night.

They didn't know that the eyes of the god of death had locked onto them through high-tech lenses.

Two Makarov teams, totaling twelve people, infiltrated like ghosts to advantageous positions on the east and west sides of the camp.

Equipped with thermal imaging and low-light night vision goggles, they could see the positions of Japanese sentries and patrols as clearly as targets in the daytime.

"Sentinel A, 11 o'clock direction, fixed target."

"Sentry B, 3 o'clock, moving."

"Machine gun nest, 9 o'clock direction, three people."

The cold reporting sound whispered in the encrypted channel.

puff!puff!

There were a few almost inaudible sounds, and two sentries outside the camp fell to the ground. A tiny bullet hole appeared on their forehead or chest, and blood gushed out silently.

Puff puff!

More frequent light bursts of fire.

In a simple machine gun nest made of sandbags at the edge of the camp, three Japanese machine gun crew members were all shot in the head in just two seconds, without even having time to issue any warning.

The infiltration team cleared the outer defenses silently like tearing open a paper window, and then went deep into the camp.

They worked in groups of two, taking turns providing cover, and used their silenced rifles to accurately "eliminate" any targets that might sound the alarm, including soldiers napping under trees, skirmishers getting up to relieve themselves, and even communications soldiers on duty at the radio.

Death spread rapidly in the Japanese camp like a silent plague.

Many soldiers lost their lives in their sleep, or were just beginning to realize their presence when bullets fired in the darkness took away their consciousness.

However, the absolute silence was soon broken.

A Japanese second lieutenant seemed to sense something was wrong. He suddenly sat up from his sleeping bag and happened to see a comrade's head not far away suddenly explode with blood and fall silently.

He opened his mouth in horror, about to scream...

puff!

A bullet accurately pierced his throat, leaving him with only a "ho ho" sound of air leaking out, and he fell to the ground struggling in pain.

But this tiny movement and the faint smell of blood in the air still attracted the attention of several Japanese soldiers nearby.

"Enemy attack!!" Finally, a shrill, broken scream in Japanese broke the tranquility of the night sky!

In an instant, the entire camp exploded like a hornet's nest!

The awakened Japanese soldiers grabbed their weapons in panic and fired blindly into the darkness around them.

The "ping pong pong" sounds of Type 38 rifles firing rang out in a chaotic manner.

"Team A retreat! Team B! Cover with fire! Give them something exciting!" The team commander gave the order calmly.

In an instant, the style of painting suddenly changed!

The PKP general-purpose machine gun hidden in the shadows suddenly opened fire! It was no longer a gentle burst of fire, but a violent, long burst of fire!

The blazing bullet belts lashed into the chaotic Japanese crowd like the whip of death! The bullets easily tore through the thin uniforms and flesh, sweeping down the soldiers in droves.

Screams and exclamations instantly replaced the sound of gunfire.

Almost at the same time, several 40mm high-explosive grenades flew out from the GP-25 grenade launcher mounted under the AK and fell accurately into the area where the Japanese army was trying to assemble.

Boom! Boom! The flash of the explosion briefly illuminated the terrified faces and flying limbs.

The RPG-7, with its dazzling tail flame, screamed and rushed towards the baggage storage area and parked vehicles in the Japanese camp!

Boom! Huge explosions followed one after another, the truck was blown into a fireball, and the ammunition detonated, engulfing everything around it in flames and shrapnel!

The entire Japanese military camp instantly turned into hell on earth.

The firepower of modern automatic weapons and the backward bolt-action rifles of the Japanese army formed a generational crushing defeat.

Japanese soldiers were often killed or wounded by crossfire from different directions before they even saw where the enemy was.

They tried to launch a "Banzai Charge", but what greeted them was an even denser and more precise storm of bullets, as if they had hit an invisible wall of death.

In the chaos, some Japanese soldiers finally saw the figures flashing and firing in the dark in the light of the explosion.

They saw tall, clearly European body shapes!

They saw the facial features that were very different from those of Asians!

They saw advanced weapons and equipment that they had never seen before!

"They...they are..."

"Foreigners! Westerners!"

"It's people from the concession! People from the Shanghai Concession are calling!"

Shouts of extreme shock rang out among the Japanese troops. This discovery made them feel more unbelievable and panicked than encountering unknown weapons.

The officers were even more terrified. The first thing they thought of was the armed personnel from the Shanghai International Settlement or the French Concession intervening in the war! This was an event that could trigger an international dispute or even a larger-scale conflict!

"Baga! This is impossible! Did you see clearly?!"

"Look carefully! Colonel! They are indeed white soldiers! Lots of them! With this kind of firepower density, there must be at least hundreds of them!"

"They have heavy firepower such as machine guns, grenade launchers and mortars! Maybe even artillery!!!"

Shocked and confused, the Japanese officers tried to organize the remaining troops to resist while desperately reporting this incredible situation to their superiors: "We were attacked by unidentified foreign troops! They are extremely well-equipped and have fierce firepower! We suspect they are related to the Shanghai Concession!"

This misjudgment further exacerbated the confusion in the Japanese army and the hesitation in the command system.

However, Makarov's team is not invincible.

Although they were well-equipped and well-trained, their numbers were limited and they were in a dangerous environment deep behind enemy lines.

During an operation to assault a small Japanese field hospital, a combat team encountered unexpectedly strong resistance.

A small group of wounded Japanese soldiers and medical staff, under the command of a wounded major, used the terrain and ruins to fight desperately.

A grenade fired from a Japanese grenade launcher landed with incredible precision in the middle of an assault team.

"careful!"

boom!

After the explosion, two members died on the spot; their bulletproof vests could not withstand the shrapnel at such a close distance.

Another person fell to the ground seriously injured, screaming in pain.

"Andrei! Ivan!" The squad leader roared, and the AK in his hand spewed out angry flames, mowing down the Japanese soldier who fired the grenade launcher and the wounded soldiers around him.

"The target is cleared! But we're exposed! Retreat! Plant explosives and destroy any traces! Take the wounded with you! Quick!"

They dragged the bodies of their comrades and the wounded, and before the Japanese reinforcements arrived, they quickly disappeared into the darkness, with violent explosions behind them.

This was the first heavy price the Makarov Guards paid in tonight's hunting operation.

The unpredictability and cruelty of war also befell these "hunters" from the future.

Similar fierce exchanges of fire took place at multiple attack points.

Although the Makarov Guards generally dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese army, causing heavy casualties and material losses, they also suffered sporadic casualties themselves.

After all, bullets have no eyes, and the Japanese army's "pig charge" and desperate counterattacks could occasionally result in tragic consequences of life for life.

As the sky gradually brightened, Makarov gave the order to retreat.

"That's enough, gentlemen. It's time to go back. The Japanese should get up and clean up the mess."

Just like when they came, each team took advantage of the last darkness before dawn, took turns to cover each other, and quickly broke contact.

They left behind a Japanese camp in ruins and flames, and countless frightened, confused and angry Japanese soldiers.

Makarov's personal guards were like ghosts in the night, coming silently and leaving without a trace, leaving behind endless death, chaos and a huge mystery about "foreign intervention".