Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

It turned out that after the officer went up, he ordered his men to seal the entrance to the underground laboratory. At this time, if they still listened to Shiro Ishii and acted like a trapped beast, they would be courting death.

They found several other officers who were commanding the battle, and after discussing it with each other, they decided to try to resist the gendarmerie's attack one last time. If it failed, they would decisively surrender to the gendarmerie.

The ordinary soldiers of the Togo troops were unaware that their superiors had already considered surrendering. They nervously occupied various advantageous positions in the buildings, ready to block the gendarmerie who could launch an attack at any time.

Listening, the cannons outside were still bombarding the ground, and the sounds of gunfire and explosions were endless.

Those who were hiding in the headquarters building knew that the two companions who had not retreated were still fighting desperately.

I don’t know how long those people can hold out. I estimate that once they are completely wiped out, it will be time for the gendarmerie to attack the headquarters building.

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Recorded on a road about ten kilometers in Harbin.

More than a dozen trucks were speeding towards Harbin at full speed like wild horses.

Goto Juro, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had his body swaying with the bumps of the truck. Although he felt a little nauseous from the shaking, he kept urging the driver to speed up.

At this time, the curtain of the small window connecting the cab and the cargo box was pulled open, and a Japanese officer shouted to Goto Juro: "Captain, can you slow down a bit? The soldiers can't stand it, and many of them feel dizzy and nauseous."

The Isuzu Type 94 military truck makes a lot of noise when driving fast, so you need to shout to talk.

"No, General Okamura told me to get to Harbin as fast as possible." Goto Juro said helplessly, and then looked through the small window at his soldiers sitting in the cargo box. "Tell the soldiers to hold on a little longer, we are almost there."

"Captain, the soldiers are already sick. If the ride continues like this, they won't have the strength to walk even if they make it to Harbin!" the officer said anxiously.

No one knows what happened, but since yesterday, many soldiers in Goto Juro's 16th Regiment have been feeling unwell.

After receiving the telegram from Okamura Yasuji, Goto Juro specially selected some soldiers with no physical problems to follow him on the truck. However, after the bumpy ride, these soldiers who were not sick originally became more seriously ill than the soldiers who were marching on foot.

"Let the soldiers hold on a little longer. Didn't the military doctor say that it's just a cold and fever? Let the soldiers hold on a little longer. When we get to Harbin, there will be special doctors to treat us."

"Hey! I will calm the soldiers down." The officer said, and pulled the curtain of the small window.

Before he turned around to face the soldiers, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Thinking that he had poured the bottle of stuff into the water tank of the regiment's water truck with his own hands, he couldn't help but sneer.

But soon, he thought of Shiro Ishii who was being attacked, and began to worry about his safety. After all, he had only received a deposit of the agreed reward, and most of it had not been paid yet.

Just when he was thinking about Shiro Ishii and was worried.

Sitting at the rear of the carriage, a soldier with a slightly red face, obviously having a fever, secretly looked up at the officer with his back to him.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then he thought of his relatives in his hometown, who would receive a large sum of yen in a few days, and he smiled even more happily. He was not afraid of his impending death at all. After all, that was 10,000 yen, and he could not make that much money even if he sold himself a hundred times.

I just followed the officer in front of me and added some more things into the sink. It was such a simple thing. As for the life and death of my companions, it was not as important as the prosperity of my own family.

It was bad luck for the 16th Regiment to have two people with ulterior motives in one unit. . . .

And the guy who thought of buying his life with 10,000 yen had done the same thing before...

Time passed slowly.

Goto Juro, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly heard a dull sound coming from the front.

What suddenly cleared his dizzy head was the sound of a shell exploding.

He quickly told the driver: "Slow down."

As the truck slowed down, the surrounding noise also became quieter. The clear sounds of explosions in the distance made Goto Juro realize that he should be almost there. And judging from the density of the artillery explosions, the battle was very intense!

"How far is it from Harbin?" Goto Juro hurriedly asked the driver.

"Captain, we have reached the edge of Harbin. We should be able to enter the city in a few more kilometers."

Suddenly, several gunshots were heard.

"Yoshi! Very good... Ah!" Just when Goto Juurō was about to express his admiration for the bumpy ride, he felt the truck suddenly stop and he was thrown forward involuntarily.

I pushed my face against the windshield in front of me, and my mouth was almost deformed. . .

"Baga! How are you driving? Are you looking for death? I'll help you!" Goto Juro's face was hurt from being hit. He was already in a bad mood because of the soldiers falling ill one after another, and with Okamura Neiji constantly urging him from behind.

Now the driver's poor driving skills have caused him to hit his face into the windshield, and he can no longer suppress his anger.

He pulled out the gun from his waist and hit the driver on the forehead.

"Captain, this is really none of my business! I heard gunshots!

Also, the car ahead braked suddenly without any warning. If I hadn't braked urgently, I would have hit it!" The driver's face was filled with fear and anxiety. He waved his arms in panic and explained to the captain in front of him.

Goto Juro stared at the driver in front of him for a long time before slowly exhaling, his tense body slightly relaxed, and he slowly put away the gun.

He turned his head and looked at the rear of the truck in front of him.

Goto Juro was different from most officers in the Japanese army. He was not keen on scolding or punishing his subordinates at will.

On the contrary, overall, he is a good leader who cares about his subordinates, is good at understanding other people's situations and can effectively manage his own emotions.

Therefore, when he heard the driver's reasonable explanation, the rage that was burning in his heart gradually subsided, and he began to shift his attention to why the car in front had to brake suddenly and the sudden gunshot.

Just as Goto Juro was about to call on the soldiers in the rear carriage to check what was going on, he saw a panicked and breathless officer running over, respectfully gave him a standard military salute, and then said.

"Sir, the commander! Unidentified people are shooting at our trucks ahead! They killed the driver of the leading truck!"

"Asshole! Who is so bold?" Goto Juro shouted loudly with his eyes wide open.

We have more than a dozen trucks on our side. Who is so bold as to attack our convoy?

"Well... the details are still unclear at the moment." The officer lowered his head and answered with a trembling voice.

"How dare you attack the Imperial Japanese Army's convoy! Order all soldiers to get off the vehicles immediately to prevent the enemy from blowing up the vehicles! At the same time, enter combat mode and increase alert."

Goto Juro gave orders decisively.

However, just as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of intensive gunfire coming from the front.

At the same time, one could faintly hear some slogans and shouts in Chinese.