As soon as the mortar fired, Zhang Yong watched the excitement.

For spies, it is completely a dimensionality reduction attack. They have no ability to resist.

They have already used mortars. How can the Japanese spies resist?

Just avoid it.

So what if you have a rifle? What if you have a pistol?

"boom……"

"boom……"

Sure enough, in an instant, two red dots disappeared.

They deserved to die. They were directly killed by mortars.

It's a pity that they are all 60mm mortars. They are not powerful enough. It would be better if they were 82mm.

Of course, when it comes to caliber, the bigger the better. 120mm is better. 160mm is even better. If it is 240mm, it is simply outrageous...

"boom……"

"boom……"

Continue the bombardment.

The third red dot disappears...

The fourth red dot disappears...

the fifth……

sixth……

After continuous bombardment, six Japanese spies were killed.

However, there are still three red dots, which may have been hidden in underground bunkers. They did not disappear.

Zhang Yong suspected that one of them was Notani Mizushiro, but there was no evidence.

Finally, the seventh red dot also disappeared. He probably suffered a serious injury and couldn't stand it anymore, so he died.

"boom……"

"boom……"

Mortar bombardments continued.

Three mortars fired ten rounds each.

The area of ​​Baoyuan Temple is not large. Thirty artillery shells were hit and basically the whole area was covered.

Basically, all the buildings were razed to the ground.

The eighth red dot disappears...

Only the last one remains.

The last red dot has no weapon. It may have been blown away.

Theoretically speaking, such a violent bombardment would definitely cause damage to the spy. It just depends on the extent.

Finally, the shelling stopped completely.

"superior!"

"superior!"

Lu Keming took the lead and rushed into the ruins.

At this moment, Baoyuan Temple is in ruins, and its original appearance cannot be seen at all.

There was no gunfire.

Because no living spy was found.

Instead, they found some fragmented corpses of Japanese spies. They were mutilated by bombings.

There are also messy weapons.

There are indeed many weapons. Rifles and pistols.

We also found wooden handle grenades, melon grenades, etc. This shows that the spies were well prepared.

However, in the face of mortars, these weapons are useless.

The map shows that those white spots are intact.

Sure enough, the damage caused by mortars to the basement was relatively weak.

Basically, as long as there is a one meter thick soil layer, the 60mm mortar will have no impact. At most it will cause a shock.

Zhang Yong also entered the ruins carrying a shell gun.

He first came to the vicinity of the red dot and found that it was covered by a collapsed wall.

"Cen Zhaohai!"

"arrive."

"This way."

"yes."

Cen Zhaohai immediately brought people over.

Following Zhang Yong's instructions, we began to clean up the rubble on the ground.

"Shaolong, what did you find?"

Director He also came up. He walked over curiously.

This time I killed the chicken with a knife. Director He was still in a very good mood.

Those damn spies! Send them all to hell!

"There is a spy down there, alive."

"Alive? Still alive?"

"right."

"He is down there, can you find him?"

"Well, my nose is very good and I can smell the scent of a spy. I can already smell the scent of a spy."

"I see."

Director He couldn't help but secretly marvel.

If what Zhang Yong said is true, this ability is really strange!

Very useful.

Like finding a treasure.

Once China and Japan start a war, this guy will be a unique hunter.

Specialized in hunting those hidden spies.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Excavation. Use various tools together.

Sure enough, I soon found a stone slab. I knocked it and found it was empty.

Pry open the stone slab. There is someone underneath, curled up and motionless.

"Team leader, he fainted."

"Pull it out and tie it up. He may be pretending to be dead."

"yes."

Everyone immediately took action and pulled the spy out.

According to the procedure, handcuffs and ropes were used together. The binding was so strong that even Daluo Jinxian could not break free.

He is a spy who is still wearing a hundred-year-old robe, pretending to be a monk.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Zhang Yong slapped the Japanese spy twice.

The spy finally woke up in a daze, but his consciousness had not yet fully recovered.

"idiot!"

"Army Red Deer job! Rubbish!"
To be continued...