Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 614: No one is rich without windfall

In a tent, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were crowded together, half of them wearing old gas masks and the other half covering their mouths and noses with wet towels.

Everyone took turns using gas masks to resist the invasion of poison gas. If it weren't for these old gas masks, it would be difficult for these people to survive.

Although a wet towel can effectively reduce the lethality of toxic gas to the human body, it cannot truly filter out all toxic gas. It is the only option when there are no other anti-toxic gas products.

The curtain of the tent was pulled open, and a short Japanese soldier wearing a gas mask walked in.

A Japanese officer wearing a gas mask inside the tent asked, "Xia Cang, what's the situation outside?"

The short Japanese soldier who had just entered said in a heavy and sorrowful tone, "It's like hell out there. Except for our team and some of the old gas masks, everyone else has survived. Everyone else...even if they haven't died yet, they will die soon. It's too tragic!"

A Japanese soldier wearing a gas mask in the crowd shouted in grief and anger: "What on earth is going on? Why are so many poison gas bombs being dropped on our camp?"

"If I knew who did this, I'd stab him to death with my bayonet, you bastard!"

The middle-aged Japanese officer said in a deep voice: "We are here in the central and northern part of the entire camp. If it was the enemy throwing poison gas bombs, it would be impossible to throw them so far. Besides, the Chinese don't have poison gas bombs at all..."

At this time, one of the Japanese soldiers said, "Our division's logistics regiment should have brought a lot of poison gas bombs this time. Could it be that someone used those poison gas bombs on us? Who gave the order? If we were attacked by poison gas bombs here, what about the camps of other regiments?"

"Captain, I think we should scout out the other regiment's camp!"

The middle-aged Japanese officer looked at the Japanese who had just returned from outside and asked, "Xia Cang, what's the situation at the regiment headquarters? Where are the tents of the commanders of the various battalions? Are there any commanders still alive?"

Xiacang shook his head and said, "The commander, the chief of staff, and everyone else in the headquarters are all dead, dead in the tent. I found a hole in the top of the tent, and right below the hole is a poison gas bomb that has already released poison gas. It seems that the poison gas bomb fell from the sky. We didn't hear any sound of flying planes just now, and can bombers take off at night? I haven't heard of it!"

The middle-aged Japanese officer said, "Things are a little strange, like a huge mystery! Gentlemen, we can't sit here forever. The poisonous smoke outside has almost dissipated. We must leave the camp and scout the situation in other camps!"

"Now listen to my orders, stand up and go outside with me to scout the various camps!"

"Hayi!"

A group of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers emerged from the tent one after another. The middle-aged Japanese soldier ordered his subordinate, "Go and inform the remaining survivors to gather together. I need to assign tasks!"

"Hayi!"

After a while, the 50 or so Japanese soldiers still alive in the camp quickly came over wearing gas masks and gathered.

"Baga, hurry up!" The middle-aged Japanese officer couldn't help but curse when he saw someone was slow.

There were more than 50 devils, just the size of a squad.

A middle-aged Japanese officer stood in front of these people, holding a command knife, speaking and assigning tasks.

Zhang Yunhe was now standing invisible beside the tent watching them. He took out a box of grenades from his space backpack and placed it on the ground. He squatted down, opened the lid, took out three grenades, pulled the safety pins and threw them at the crowd of Japanese devils.

After throwing three grenades, without waiting for them to explode, he picked up three more grenades, pulled out the safety and threw them again.

“Boom boom boom…boom boom boom”

The Japanese soldiers who had just gathered to listen to the officers' instructions and assignments were suddenly blown to pieces.

Zhang Yunhe kept throwing grenades. After throwing more than a dozen grenades in a row, there was no Japanese soldier standing at the place where the Japanese soldiers had gathered.

Zhang Yunhe put the remaining grenades into his backpack, took out two pistols and walked towards the explosion site.

He originally thought that it would take some time to deal with these 50 or so devils, but he didn't expect that these people would gather in a line, which made it extremely convenient for him to kill them.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Zhang Yunhe kept shooting as he walked, killing the Japanese soldiers who had not been killed by the explosion. After using up two magazines, there were no Japanese soldiers left alive.

It was time to collect weapons, equipment and ammunition. Zhang Yunhe began to carry the rifles, bayonets and bullet bags next to the corpses in the camp into the white space one by one.

In addition to these, there were ammunition boxes, grenade launchers, light and heavy machines, mortars, 92 infantry guns, mountain guns, artillery scopes and a large amount of combat supplies piled up in the open space and covered with waterproof tarpaulins.

In the command center, Zhang Yunhe also collected all communication equipment, telescopes, combat maps, drawing tools, as well as nearby generators, diesel, electrical wires, etc.

While collecting weapons, equipment, ammunition and other combat supplies, Zhang Yunhe would shoot any Japanese soldiers who were still alive.

Starting from 11 o'clock in the evening and lasting until 7:30 in the morning of the next day, it took Zhang Yunhe a whole night to put all the weapons, equipment, ammunition and all combat supplies in the camp into the backpack space.

This time, they got an entire division's worth of equipment and combat supplies, as well as a large amount of food and clothing. They really made a fortune.

Zhang Yunhe, who had been busy all night, was almost exhausted. He leaned against the last Japanese tank and lit a cigarette to rest. The ground around him was empty except for a few tents. All the Japanese corpses had been put into his backpack.

He is a very responsible person. He is not only in charge of the killing, but also the burial.

These devils were killed by mustard gas. Leaving their bodies here will cause great harm. It may not be a problem for one or two days, but after a few days, the nearby villagers will feel something is wrong and sneak over to take some things away. If they touch these bodies, they will inevitably be contaminated by the venom on the bodies.

Therefore, for the health of the nearby villagers, Zhang Yunhe decided to pack up the bodies of nearly 30,000 Japanese devils and take them away. He has always been unwilling to cause trouble for his own people.

But burying tens of thousands of bodies would be a monumental undertaking. Zhang Yunhe admitted he wasn't a man of such high moral character, nor did he have the strength to do it alone. But he couldn't just dump the bodies into the sea like he had done last time. They'd all died from poisoning. Wouldn't dumping them into the sea pollute the environment? What if the fresh seafood was poisoned?

He had no choice but to drive a landing craft across the ocean again to the Japanese's lair. While high in the sky, Zhang Yunhe took out the Japanese corpses from the backpack space and threw them down one by one.