Fang Buwei sat on the threshold and watched as one corpse after another was lifted out of the newspaper office.

There are enemies, and there are even more of your own people.

The comrades-in-arms who were still talking and laughing with themselves just now, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into a mutilated corpse?

Plan, deploy, camouflage, personally lead the raid......

As long as I can think of it, I have done everything, and every step in the action has not deviated, and even if I do it again, the result will not be better than it is now.

Fang Buwei exhaled heavily.

This is not the first time, nor is it the last, and it will be experienced countless times in the future......

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

Song Yingjie led people to count the results of the battle, and boxes of weapons were dug out of the tunnel.

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

"What are the Japanese going to do?" The more Zheng Shifei looked at it, the more frightened he became.

Just looking at the number of guns, it was enough to arm a reinforced company.

"Who knows!" Zhao Shirui replied vaguely, pulling down the clothes on his body, and there was still smoke in some places.

"Fuck it!" Zheng Shifei scolded and asked again, "What about Fang Buwei?" ”

The action is not initiated by the party, and the party is not sure to know.

"There!" Zhao Shirui pointed to the door of the Huabao newspaper office.

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

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

"What's that?" Zheng Shifei asked inexplicably.

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

"I've never seen him so vulnerable before!"

"Have a fart relationship with fragility?" Zhao Shirui scolded, "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility......"

"How can there be immortals in war?" Zheng Shifei stared at Zhao Shirui's back and muttered.

Zhao Shirui sat beside Fang Buwei with a buttocks, brushed a handful of burnt hair, and his hands were covered with black ash.

His face seemed to be smeared with a layer of shoe polish, and it was black and shiny.

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

Hearing that Fang Buwei was shooting from there, he led his team to storm the Wen Wei Po office, and as soon as he approached the door, the explosives inside went off.

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

Fortunately, Zhao Shirui was a step slower, and fortunately, it was not a grenade that exploded inside, otherwise Zhao Shirui would still be alive.

"How can there be immortals in war?" Zhao Shirui took the cigarette case, popped one out, and handed it to Fang Buwei, "Don't think about it so much, you've done well enough!" ”

"I'm not blaming myself!" Fang Buwei shook his head, "I'm reminding myself that only by working hard to the extreme, when I see them in the future, I dare to pat my chest and say: Lao Tzu has a clear conscience!" ”

"It's good that you're not discouraged!" Zhao Shirui breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm still afraid that you won't be able to turn this corner!" ”

The two of them were talking, and there was a rapid sound of car horns from the direction of the street, and Fang Buwei looked up and found that it was Chen Chao's car.

"The commander and the hall chief are here!" Zhao Shirui stood up and patted the soil on his buttocks.

The car stopped halfway, and the vigilant team pointed in the direction of Zhao Shirui and Fang Buwei, and the car drove over again.

"How fierce is the battle?" As soon as Chen Chao got out of the car, he exclaimed.

Even these two are wounded, what about the people under their hands?

Zhao Shirui was only wearing a shirt, with several holes burning on it, and most of his hair was burned off.

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

Fortunately, since the two of them can sit here and smoke, it means that the injury is not serious.

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

"Explosives, light machine guns?" Gu Zhenlong slammed the car door slammed, "This is trying to attack the city?" ”

If it's just a spy, you don't need either of these weapons at all.

"Investigating!" Fang Buwei replied again, "Because it was a surprise attack, the other party didn't have time to destroy the information, and he asked the director to bring it back to the headquarters, and he should be able to find out the traces." ”

"Which part?" Gu Zhenlong asked, "The Kwantung Army, the Manchurian Railway, and the North China Garrison Army?" ”

Without the support of the army, this kind of elite cannot be sent at all.

"I don't know for the time being, there are not many people alive, and it is suspected that the main person is not dead, and he was sent to the hospital!"

Fang Buwei is talking about Taro Komatsubara.

"Not a lot of life?" Gu Zhenlong squinted his eyes, "What about the casualties on both sides?" ”

"Sixty-one enemies were killed, eight were wounded, and thirty-seven of our troops were killed, and the wounded are being counted...... Fang Buwei replied gloomily.

"What are you not satisfied with with this result?" Gu Zhenlong asked solemnly.

As soon as Fang Buwei's mouth opened, Zhao Shirui quietly stabbed him on the waist with an elbow, groaned, and Fang Buwei closed his mouth again.

He knew what Zhao Shirui meant: don't find it to be scolded.

Since the conflict between the two countries, whether it is a head-to-head confrontation or a hidden spy war, China has rarely taken advantage.

If it is a local battle on a large battlefield, with this ratio, it is enough to make Fang not proud.

But this is Nanjing, the stronghold of the Nationalist government. And this time the operation was still a raid.

Under the sudden attack, there were so many deaths and injuries of his own people, Fang Buwei really couldn't let go.

Of course, there are ways to reduce casualties.

For example, Song Yingjie.

It is estimated that there are no less than twenty people hidden in the tunnel, so Fang Buwei ordered Song Yingjie to besiege it, not to raid it.

Song Yingjie commanded his men to attack in front and rear, first bombarding with grenades, and then concentrating firepower.

The tunnel was directly blown up, and the more than 20 Japanese inside didn't have time to get out at all, and the fish that slipped through the net were beaten by Song Yingjie's local rats.

The main purpose of this style of play is to kill, and it will naturally minimize your own casualties.

But to find any useful information is undoubtedly a fool's dream.

By the time Song Yingjie attacked, the woman who claimed to be Mrs. Dong had already been killed by the housekeeper.

The same goes for Wen Wei Po.

Seeing that there was no hope of breaking through, the people inside just waited for the front team sent by Zhao Shirui to rush in, and they ignited the explosives, leaving no live holes inside, and all the important materials were burned.

Seeing that Fang was expressionless, Gu Zhenlong squinted his eyes and scolded, "This little scene shocked you?" Do you think that the Japanese are all iron-clad and so brave? ”

Fang Buwei sighed secretly.

What I experienced was indeed a small scene, and each time I encountered no more than 100 enemies.

But it was his comrades-in-arms who died, and no matter how great the results were, he couldn't laugh.