Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

Inside the Japanese military police headquarters in Shanghai, staff officers were reporting the latest battle situation.

"The Navy's rear base was attacked by militants!"

"Shanghai Railway Station was attacked by militants!"

"Sikkim Public Office, Floating Hotel, and Specie Bank were all attacked!"

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The reporting telephones rang one after another, and bad news came one after another. All the officers in the gendarmerie headquarters responsible for public security had serious expressions.

Lieutenant General Kato, the military police commander, was on the phone with the highest commander of the army stationed in Shanghai:

"What is your Military Police Headquarters doing? Are you just feeding the dogs with so much funding every year?"

"The Military Control Commission planned such a large-scale riot, and you had no idea about it beforehand?"

"Your Military Police Headquarters must bear full responsibility for this loss!"

Listening to the Army Commander's barrage of nonsense, Military Police Commander Kato wiped the sweat from his forehead, thought for a moment, and then defended himself:

"Commander, this may be a good thing. The locust army has occupied Shanghai for almost a year, but it still does not actually control the entire city. There are still a large number of armed anti-Japanese elements hiding in the city and the surrounding villages."

"Although this large-scale riot organized by the Military Control Commission caught us off guard, it also exposed the power of the Military Control Commission in Shanghai and made them move from the dark to the light. We can use this opportunity to effectively strike at the Military Control Commission forces that have been harassing us."

"On the other hand, the large-scale attacks and harassment by the Military Control Commission against us are actually beneficial. We can use this as a threat to force the concession to strengthen its crackdown on anti-Japanese forces within the concession, which will be more beneficial to the long-term stability of Shanghai in the future."

The well-reasoned words of the old devil Kato obviously touched the commander of the Japanese army in Shanghai, and the person on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment.

"Then do as you think, but one thing is certain: the dignity of the Locust Army must not be undermined."

After hanging up the phone, Kato issued an order for the gendarmerie to take the lead in clearing out the KMT militants in all aspects.

After daybreak, people with lofty ideals in the concession used various means to smuggle the "Min Bao" that had been widely circulated in the concession the previous night to the Japanese-occupied areas.

As this newspaper spread in the Japanese-occupied areas, the enthusiasm of the armed forces of all parties, which had already retreated safely before dawn, was ignited again, and they began to attack the Japanese army's revenge troops in the countryside during the day.

Last night, the Military Control Commission's Third Special Operations Team in Shanghai was ordered to cooperate with another action team to attack a Japanese checkpoint in Shanghai.

The Third Special Operations Team has only twelve people left, and four of them were killed in last night's operation. Now there are only eight people left and a dozen remnants of the former Jiangsu-Zhejiang Rangers who were temporarily assigned to the Third Special Operations Team.

But unlike previous assassinations of traitors where brothers were injured or killed, this time even though four brothers were killed at once, the morale of the Military Intelligence Bureau agents did not collapse after fighting a real battle with guns and destroying two squads of Japanese troops.

Instead, one by one, there were sparkling lights in their eyes as they fiddled with the long spears they used for fighting, their eyes revealing their eagerness to try.

"Captain, a squad of Japanese soldiers is coming towards us!"

Before Jiang Anhua could give the order, all the team members suddenly sat up from the ground, and the sound of loading guns was heard continuously.

A pair of young eyes eager to fight looked at their captain Jiang Anhua.

"Dry!"

A rural-urban guerrilla war unique to Shanghai broke out instantly.

In the incense hall of a remote branch of the Green Gang in the suburbs of Shanghai, green smoke is curling in front of a huge statue of Guan Gong, and the words "loyalty" and "righteousness" are hung behind the statue.

A gangster in his twenties with a blue bald head, wearing a black silk jacket, black cloth shoes, and with tattoos of dragons and tigers on his chest, was listening to his lawyer reading the "Minbao" which came from the city.

I listened to Yuan Zihao using almost all the compliments he could think of in his life, and also heard about Takahashi Shiro's unique and satisfying death in the newspaper.

Each gang member was so excited that his mind went wild. He imagined that he was the mysterious hero, and that he was featured in the newspapers and admired by the people.

Hall Master Zhao Lao Hu was spinning the two iron eggs in his hands, making a clacking sound, while listening to his master reading the newspaper again. He kept stroking his bald head with his hand and sighed:

"This is a real good man! He really gave us Chinese people a chance to vent our anger!"

"that is!"

"Those heroes who serve their country and their people that the storyteller talked about are nothing more than this!"

The subordinates also echoed each other. Those who are involved in gangs are all eager to get into the limelight.

"Bagya Road!"

At this time, the two Japanese soldiers in charge of the search kicked open the door of the incense hall. When they saw a dozen strong men with unfriendly faces gathered together, they smiled excitedly.

"Anti-Japanese elements, work like hell!"

We acted arrogantly, as if we two didn't take those twenty or so strong Chinese people seriously at all.

If it were before, Zhao Lao Hu and the others might have been obedient, but after listening to the lawyer reading the newspaper, they were all still in a state of excitement.

"Dry!"

Zhao Laohu, who had been spinning the iron eggs, suddenly threw the two iron eggs in his hands at the two Japanese soldiers. The rest of them had already secretly reached behind their backs to grab weapons such as axes and daggers that they carried with them.

After Zhao Lao Hu gave the order, he roared and pounced on the two Japanese soldiers.

They were used to being arrogant in the Celestial Empire, where two men dared to escort hundreds of prisoners of war. They never expected that a group of country gang members would dare to attack the Locust Army.

"boom!"

He only had time to fire one shot before the two arrogant Japanese soldiers were beaten with swords and axes, leaving them unable to breathe.

Zhao Lao Hu rubbed his hands, walked from behind his men to the two men who were still alive, and grinned grimly a few times.

He took out a dagger from his body, swung it across his clothes impatiently, and stabbed the Japanese soldier in the belly, muttering excitedly:

"I, Zhao Lao Hu, will also be an anti-Japanese hero today!"

Many gang members looked at the Japanese soldiers' blood on their weapons and bodies, as well as the two Japanese soldiers on the ground with endless fear in their eyes. They looked at each other.

"Hahaha······"

Without a trace of fear or terror, a long-lost heroic passion filled the chests of these despised gang members.

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Under the catalysis of the 100,000 copies of Min Bao, what was originally a riot organized by the Military Control Commission turned into a bloody "carnival" involving the entire Shanghai area!

Even ordinary people were eager to attack the lone Japanese troops.

In places frequented by Japanese soldiers, hidden shootings and explosions occurred almost every day.

The Japanese troops were so scared that they dared not leave the base camp alone. Those soldiers in uniform, apart from forming groups and being on guard against each other, dared not walk on the road alone.

They no longer dared to glare at passers-by, and they dared not break into private homes in groups without permission.

The intensity of the people's resistance in Shanghai was beyond the expectations of everyone in the entire Army Command in Shanghai. Even the most optimistic military police commander Kato was a little panicked.

As the attack on the National Government’s temporary capital was about to begin, the Japanese troops in Shanghai were short of manpower and were unable to suppress the riots on a large scale.

The Japanese army was forced to urgently recall two elite frontline field regiments from the front line where they were preparing to attack Ezhou, the temporary capital of the National Government, back to the Shanghai area.