The Forty-Seventh Squad Leader of the Devil Heads had never encountered such a situation: more than a dozen of his devils had fallen before they even clearly saw who they were facing.

The remaining thirty-odd devils in the entire squad were pinned down on both sides of the street, afraid to move, always fearing that even the slightest movement would invite a bullet.

These devils hadn't seen real combat in over two years. For the past two years, they had been in this international metropolis, dealing with ordinary citizens every day, growing accustomed to flaunting their power.

Suddenly encountering a battlefield-like assault, the entire squad of devils was dumbfounded.

These devils finally understood why so many corpses had fallen ahead.

Although the devils had no sympathy for those secret agents, the sight of hundreds of corpses on the ground was a powerful visual shock to them.

When the advance of the Forty Squad was blocked, Captain Uehara Saburo immediately ordered Wu Sibao: "Put your men in front!"

After these military police arrived, the secret agents seemed to have found their backbone. Ma Sibao gathered over a thousand of those who had fled in panic.

When these people charged earlier, although many were killed by machine gun fire, those who followed behind took the opportunity to escape.

Originally, they thought that with the arrival of the Japanese military police, they could take the lead and attack. These secret agents only needed to follow behind, shout slogans, and express their loyalty.

They didn't expect that watching the excitement would lead to trouble. The *taijun* (Japanese soldiers) actually wanted them to charge in front. Although they called it a charge, these secret agent rascals knew in their hearts that they were just being used as cannon fodder.

Of course, they were unwilling. These people only wanted to come along to become familiar, to find a way to earn a living. That was why they dared to charge forward.

If the opposition were those striking workers or boycotting students from the past, these hooligans would not be afraid at all. But tonight, although they didn't know who they were facing, they really dared to shoot and really dared to kill.

This made all the hooligans afraid and unwilling to charge forward. Now Captain Uehara Saburo wanted them to charge forward?

How could that be possible?

Just as these hooligans were preparing to disperse and go home to sleep, Captain Uehara Saburo, who knew them like the back of his hand, waved his hand.

A squad of devils set up machine guns in front of these hoodlums. Now Wu Sibao was dumbfounded. This was forcing ducks onto a perch. They had to go, whether they wanted to or not.

Captain Uehara Saburo first had a batch of three to four hundred secret agents charge in front, while the remaining thirty-odd devils of the Forty-Seventh Squad mingled among these hooligans and charged forward together.

He believed that with these hoodlums as shields, the Forty-Seventh Squad could definitely break through, drive away those blocking their path, and seize the forward position.

As these people swarmed forward, the sound of machine guns rang out: "Da-da-da!" "Duk-duk-duk!" The charging secret agents and devils fell in rows.

The devils who were originally hidden among the secret agents now realized that being squeezed into the crowd meant there was no chance to escape.

Surrounded by people on all sides, there was no way to escape. Captain Uehara Saburo watched helplessly as only three devils returned from this round of charge.

The rest of the devils were all mixed in with the secret agents and knocked down. The corpses on the street were truly piled up like mountains, and the ground was awash with blood.

The flares in the courtyard of Number 76 were still rising, and the sounds of gunfire and explosions were just as intense.

These sounds were urging Captain Uehara Saburo to hurry over and meet the secret agents inside.

Having exhausted all his options, Captain Uehara Saburo this time ordered the secret agents to charge forward alone, while he led the entire squadron to provide fire support from behind.

Guan Tianming's teeth chattered, and he regretted it endlessly. If he had known it would be like this, he wouldn't have rushed over tonight even if he were beaten to death. He had originally been just a petty thief on the streets.

But in this place, every street and every alleyway was claimed by gangs. Soon he joined one of them. Later, because he was clever, he discovered that Number 76 was recruiting a large number of people.

He immediately joined, and these days had been very comfortable. As long as people on the street knew that he was a secret agent of Number 76, none of them dared to offend him.

This made him like this place even more. Tonight, he heard that someone was attacking Number 76, and Captain Wu Sibao was personally leading people back to arrest them. Guan Tianming rushed over when he got the news.

He personally saw more than a thousand people from the gang die in less than half an hour. Now he was also being forced by the *taijun* to act as cannon fodder.

This made him feel very confused. In the past, he had been very admiring of these *taijun*, and often presented them with a few cigarettes as a sign of respect. He intentionally let the neighbors see his close relationship with the *taijun*.

Tonight, all the usual pretense of intimacy had disappeared. At least one *taijun* who had smoked ten packs of his cigarettes was now pointing a gun at him, forcing these thugs to charge forward.

Captain Wu Sibao also pulled out his pistol and loudly encouraged, "Brothers! Charge through, and the captain will reward you greatly, and the *taijun* will look at you in a new light. Charge!"

As soon as his order was issued, Captain Uehara Saburo saw that these people were not moving at all and ordered, "Machine gun fire!"

Now Guan Tianming had no choice but to run. Behind them were the machine guns of the devils, and there was nothing in front for the moment. What was the choice?

There was no choice at all.

Seeing those secret agents running around frantically like headless flies, Captain Uehara Saburo finally ordered, "Attack!"

The remaining hundred-odd devils in the entire squadron followed closely behind those rabble.

Platoon Leader Mo Wen knew that the devils were at the other end of the street, preparing to attack. He was not a person who would defend his position without moving.

He ordered, "Squad Leader One, take Squad One and go around behind the devils!"

Now Squad Leader One led more than ten soldiers around behind the devils. Seeing the devils thirty meters away with their backs to them, they gave the order without hesitation: "Fire!"

More than ten submachine guns opened fire at the same time. The devils of Captain Uehara Saburo's squadron were only thinking about what was in front of them and never expected that such fierce firepower would suddenly appear behind them.

Although the soldiers of Squad One were few in number, their fighting spirit was not small! More than ten soldiers lined up in a row, firing at the hundred devils in front of them while charging forward.

When Platoon Leader Mo Wen heard the gunshots from behind the devils, he immediately ordered, "Machine gun fire! The whole platoon attacks!"

More than thirty soldiers immediately rushed out from their hidden positions, and eight machine guns spat out long tongues of fire, firing at those cannon fodder charging up.

"They're out! They're out!" A couple wearing trousers over their pajamas hid behind the window, telling each other.

They had been standing behind the window all along, only seeing the devils and those secret agents falling one after another, but never seeing who was so powerful.

Now they saw Platoon Leader Mo Wen leading more than thirty people rushing out, charging towards hundreds of people like tigers descending the mountain.

On the other side, more than ten people were also charging towards the team of hundreds of devils and secret agents in the same way.

A platoon of fifty people surrounded more than a hundred devils and hundreds of secret agents. When Wu Sibao saw Squad One charging over, it was too late to escape.

Wu Sibao was, after all, a captain. With a flash of inspiration, he immediately fell to the ground, writhing in the pool of blood as if struggling for life, and then stopped moving.

This way, his whole body would be stained with blood, and there would be little difference from a corpse. Wu Sibao was a professional at playing dead.

In order not to be discovered, his eyes were closed, listening to the bullets whizzing over his head, listening to the neat footsteps rushing past him.

Wu Sibao lay motionless in the pool of blood. Even though he heard the footsteps had passed him by, even though he was already behind Squad One, Wu Sibao did not move at all, nor did he have the idea of ​​getting up and firing a cold shot from behind.

Just now he had understood: this was a troop of tigers and wolves, much more powerful than the devils.

A dozen people dared to launch an attack on a team of six or seven hundred people. These people were simply not something that a thug like him could provoke.

The battle progressed very quickly. Among the charging team composed of devils and secret agents who were attacked from both sides, the first to collapse were those secret agents. Most of them didn't even have guns in their hands. All they had were large knives and axes. Their courage was lost with a sweep of the machine guns.

Then they saw the more than thirty people charging towards them, each with a submachine gun in their hand. The fire lines they fired were more than thirty fire dragons reaping lives, never stopping.

These secret agents cried and screamed, wanting to turn around and escape, but as soon as they turned around, they discovered that the devils had turned around even earlier, but now the devils were almost dead.

The thirteen soldiers of Squad One, after chasing for a distance, seven opened fire and swept the area, and six began throwing grenades. Captain Uehara Saburo's squadron was completely annihilated without even organizing a resistance.

The platoon did not intend to let go of these rabble either. The Special Operations Brigade had always given these secret agents who acted as accomplices to the devils the same treatment as the devils: annihilate them all and leave no survivors.

Submachine gun fire, grenade explosions! There were too many of these secret agents, and the distance was too short, so even submachine guns and grenades could not completely eliminate them.

The roar of dozens of people at the same time startled the couple hiding behind the window upstairs: "Kill!"

With a shout, the murderous aura rolled, and the couple seemed to see a murderous aura tumbling up in the dark night, soaring straight into the sky!

The two of them sat down on the ground with their butts, quickly stood up again, and looked outside: they saw at least two hundred secret agents surrounded by fifty people.

Guan Tianming was extremely lucky. He had escaped by chance in the recent gunfire and rain of bullets. Now it was close combat.

The large knives and axes in their hands could be used. A group of secret agents who had lost their souls wielded large knives and axes without any formation, trying to cut a bloody path and escape from death.

Military books say: Do not pursue desperate foes! This is what they are talking about. At this time, they had lost their minds, only thinking about escaping. If someone blocked their path of escape, the combat power that these people would explode with would be very astonishing.

It was just that the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade had always been committed to annihilating the enemy, leaving no survivors.

The soldiers only needed one movement to fix the bayonet on their submachine guns, and then it was just that roar: "Kill!"

The murderous aura that had been built up countless times in battles with the devils and the bayonet training every day were all brought into play at this moment.

With just one meeting, the secret agents opposite fell down. Taking another step forward, there was another cry of: "Kill!"

A voice said, "Commander Lin! Our identities have been exposed, and there is not much use in staying in Shanghai."

Lin Fan said, "In that case, come with us to Jurong!"

When Gui Shiyun heard him being so talkative, she quickly asked, "Commander Lin... Commander Lin, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? I'm really not that important!"

Lin Fan asked in a low voice, "Were you a reporter in the Japanese mainland?" He suddenly spoke in a whisper. Gui Shiyun's face was a little red, and she didn't dare to speak loudly. She also responded in a low voice: "Yes! I started working as a reporter when I was studying there, and I did it for five years."

Lin Fan said with a smile, "That's right." He said to the four soldiers protecting Lin Shiyun, "Take her and follow me!"

Lin Jue was now certain that these people were really a team that had come to attack Number 76, and that it wasn't a play that the secret agents of Number 76 were putting on in order to trick him into saying something.

He said in a low voice to the soldier carrying the stretcher, "Please ask Commander Lin to come over, I want to tell him something."

"Gui Shiyun may have betrayed us!" He said to Lin Fan in a low voice.

"I was her contact. She was arrested a day earlier than me, and then I was arrested."

Lin Fan nodded solemnly, "This is an internal matter for you. I just want people and intelligence!"

Lin Jue did not know that the main task of this operation was actually to rescue Gui Shiyun!

For Lin Fan, it was not that important whether this woman had betrayed them or not. What Lin Fan needed was information about the Japanese mainland.