Fang Buwei sat on the threshold and watched one corpse after another lifting out of the newspaper.

There are enemies and even more people.

The brothers and sisters who were just chatting and laughing with him just now turned into incomplete corpses in a blink of an eye?

Plan, deploy, disguise, lead a team to raid...

As long as you can think of everything, you will do everything, and there will be no deviation in every step in the action. Even if you do it again, the result will not become better than now.

Fang Buwei breathed heavily.

This is not the first time, nor the last time, and I will experience countless times in the future...

You have to learn to adapt until one day after you become one of them...

Song Yingjie and his men took the results of the battle and dug out boxes of weapons from the tunnel.

Seven boxes of grenades, eleven large and small explosives packs, pistols, submachine guns, and several crooked handles...

"What are the Japanese doing?" Zheng Shifei became more and more shocked when he looked at it.

Just looking at the number of guns is enough to arm a reinforced company.

"Who knows!" Zhao Shirui responded vaguely, pulling down his clothes, and smoke was still coming out in some places.

"Damn it!" Zheng Shifei cursed and asked again, "What about Fang Buwei?"

The action is initiated by Fang Wei, and Fang Wei knows it for sure.

"There!" Zhao Shirui pointed to the door of the China Newspaper.

"What's wrong with him?" Zheng Shifei touched Zhao Shirui.

Zhao Shirui said casually: "Post-war psychological syndrome!"

"What's the matter?" Zheng Shifei asked inexplicably.

"I don't understand either!" Zhao Shirui threw down his coat and pointed at Fang Buwei, "He said!"

"I have never seen him be so vulnerable in the past!"

"What's wrong with fragility?" Zhao Shirui cursed, "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility..."

"Where is no immortal in war?" Zheng Shifei stared at Zhao Shirui's back and muttered.

Zhao Shirui sat beside Fang Buwei, stroked his burnt hair, and his hands were covered in black and gray.

The face seemed to be covered with a layer of shoe polish, which was shiny black.

I don't know if he is lucky or not.

Hearing Fang Buwei's gunshots, he led his team to attack Wenhui Daily. As soon as he approached the door, the explosives inside rang.

Zhao Shirui was blown back five or six meters by the aftermath, and when he landed, his body was still on fire.

Fortunately, Zhao Shirui was one step slower, and fortunately it was not a grenade that exploded inside, otherwise Zhao Shirui would not have life.

"Where is no immortal in war?" Zhao Shirui took a cigarette box, popped up one, and handed it to Fang Buwei, "Don't think so much, you have done well enough!"

"I'm not blaming myself!" Fang Buwei shook his head, "I'm reminding myself that only when I work hard to the extreme, I dare to pat my chest and say: I have a clear conscience!"

"It's good if you're not discouraged!" Zhao Shirui breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm still afraid that you can't turn this corner!"

The two were talking when a rapid sound of car whistle came from the direction of the street. Fang Buwei looked up and found that it was Chen Chao's car.

"The commander and director are here!" Zhao Shirui stood up and patted the dirt on his butt.

The car stopped halfway, and the guarded team members pointed to the direction of Zhao Shirui and Fang Buwei, and the car drove over here again.

"The battle situation is so fierce?" Chen Chao exclaimed as soon as he got off the car.

Even these two were injured, where are the people under his command?

Zhao Shirui was only wearing a shirt with a few holes burned on it, and half of his hair was burned. When he saw his face, he knew that he had encountered the air waves after the bomb explosion and was burned by the flames that were expelled.

Fang Buwei was wearing bandages on his shoulders, and his stomach was wrapped around him, and blood was still oozing out.

Fortunately, since the two of them can sit here and smoke, it means that they are not seriously injured.

"I've met the elite!" Zhao Shirui sighed, "Submachine guns, grenades, explosives, and even light machine guns..."

"Explosive, light machine gun?" Gu Zhenlong slammed onto the car door, "Is he trying to attack the city?"

If you are just a spy, you won't be able to use these two weapons at all.

"Inquiry!" Fang Buwei replied again, "Because it was a surprise attack, the other party had not had time to destroy the information, so Bei Yi asked the director to take it back to the headquarters. It should be possible to find out the traces of pearl silk."

"Which part?" Gu Zhenlong asked, "Kanto Army, Manchurian Railway, North China Garage Army?"

Without the support of the army, such elite troops cannot be sent out at all.

"I don't know yet. I don't have much survivor. I'm suspected to be the main character who is not dead and was sent to the hospital!"

What Fang Buwei said was Taro Komatsuhara.

"Don't have many living habits?" Gu Zhenlong narrowed his eyes, "How are the casualties between the two sides?"

"Sixty-one enemies were killed, eight were injured, and thirty-seven of us were killed. The injured were counting..." Fang Buwei replied sadly.

"What else are you not satisfied with in this result?" Gu Zhenlong asked in a solemn voice.

As soon as Fang Buwei opened his mouth, Zhao Shirui quietly stabbed his elbow onto his waist. After pondering for a while, Fang Buwei closed his mouth again.

He knew what Zhao Shirui meant: Don’t be scolded.

Since the conflict between the two countries, China rarely takes advantage of whether it is a head-on confrontation or a hidden spy war.

If it is a local battle on a large battlefield, this ratio is enough to make Fang less proud.

But this is Nanjing, the base camp of the National Government. And this time the operation was a surprise attack.

After the sudden attack, so many of his own people were killed and injured, Fang Buwei was really unable to let go.

Of course, there are ways to reduce casualties.

For example, Song Yingjie.

There were probably no less than twenty people hidden in the tunnel, so Fang Bubu ordered Song Yingjie to siege instead of raiding.

Song Yingjie directed his men to attack from the front and back, first bombarding with grenades, and then concentrated firepower to strafuse.

The tunnel was directly blown down, and the number 20 Japanese inside didn't have time to get out. The fish that escaped the net was beaten by local rats under Song Yingjie.

This style of fighting aims to kill and damage, and will naturally minimize casualties on your side.

But it is undoubtedly a dream to find any information for use.

When Song Yingjie attacked, the woman who claimed to be Mrs. Dong had long been destroyed by the housekeeper.

The same is true for Wenhui Daily.

Seeing that there was no hope of breaking through, the people inside ignited the explosives as soon as the front team sent by Zhao Shirui rushed in. No one of the living inside was left, and all the important information was burned.

Seeing Fang Buwei's expressionless face, Gu Zhenlong cursed with his eyes slanted, "This small scene shocked you? Do you think the Japanese are all so brave?"

Fang Buwei sighed secretly.

What I experienced was indeed small scenes, and each time I encountered only a hundred enemies.

But the one who died was his comrades-in-arms. No matter how great the result was, he couldn't laugh.

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