Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Just when the few remaining gendarmerie suicide squad members were thinking about how to find a smooth position to lie down.

The gunfire from the opposite position suddenly became more intense, and bullets roared out like flames from an angry dragon.

"Bang, bang, bang", a series of bullets whizzed towards them and instantly hit the chest hidden with the iron plate. The powerful impact caused their bodies to lean back suddenly, their feet left the ground, and they fell heavily into the mud, splashing a turbid wave mixed with blood and mud.

It was a machine gun. Damn, the Chinese people have no martial ethics and actually used machine guns to fire!

What they didn't know was that the thirty or so Military Control Commission experts in the opposite position were also sweating profusely.

They didn't expect the military police on the other side to run so fast, and they couldn't "kill" them all even when they got close to them! Thinking of the task that Boss Dai personally gave them! Sweat kept pouring down their foreheads, and they didn't know whether it was because of the heat or fear.

After all, Boss Dai repeatedly warned us to keep the military police on Lugou Bridge and not let the military police suicide squad set foot on our side of the position.

The captain of the Military Control Commission's direct action team was beating his heart hard. He was Dai Li's confidant and knew some of the situation.

He knew the purpose of sending them here, but now that the military police were about to rush over, he had no choice.

He could only grab the man who had just used the machine gun and said fiercely: "Keep shooting at me. Remember, you can only shoot at the chest. If you miss, I'll whip you!"

The machine gunner was also startled, but he quickly picked up his machine gun and continued firing.

But it was a machine gun after all, so it was impossible to shoot accurately. This burst of bullets was an indiscriminate attack, and a large cloud of blood mist rose among the gendarmes who were about to rush to the bridgehead. . . .

After instructing the machine gunner, the captain grabbed a man nearby and said, "Notify the brothers to prepare to retreat, and check the explosives. If something goes wrong, our heads will be gone! Go!"

On the bridge, bullets from rifles and machine guns intertwined into a web of death, and the suicide squad members "fell" one after another.

The casualties this time were much more realistic. Some were shot in the head, their skulls were blown open, their brains splattered; some were shot in the abdomen, their colorful intestines spilled all over the floor. They tried in vain to stuff their internal organs back into their stomachs with their hands, but could only struggle helplessly in pain.

Their figures kept falling in the hail of bullets, piling up layer by layer, gradually forming a bloody "human mountain".

Finally, the final moment arrived. A military policeman who had long been "killed" somewhere in the Chinese position took out a whistle from his pocket and blew a short whistle.

The next moment, the gunfire from the opposite side suddenly became sparse and the machine gun stopped firing.

The gendarmerie suicide squad members lying on the bridge looked at the dozen or so gendarmerie suicide squad members who were rushing towards the Chinese position with encouraging eyes.

The dozen or so team members who were being paid attention to did not disappoint their companions. They looked back at their companions who fell behind them with determination in their eyes.

Then, under the gaze of his fallen comrades and the eager eyes of the garrison soldiers in the distance, he charged fearlessly into the enemy's position with bayonets in hand, dropping several smoke bombs at the bridgehead. . . . .

After watching his companions disappear in the smoke, the whistle-blowing gendarme blew the whistle twice again. . . .

The soldiers of the garrison had already rushed to the middle of the bridge. Looking at the corpses of the gendarmes all over the bridge, each of them had an expression of admiration and heroism in their eyes.

Just as they approached the "killed" bodies of the gendarmerie suicide squad members, a scene appeared that made them admire them even more.

The gendarmes who were "shot in the chest" actually turned over with difficulty, dragging the bodies of their dead companions! They fell from the already broken bridge deck and fell into the river under the bridge.

In order not to delay their attack, the wounded took the initiative to jump off the bridge! To make room for their attack! ! ! !

What a tragic scene!

Of course, those gendarmes who were shot in the hands, feet, etc., did not jump into the river. They just moved their bodies with difficulty, trying to lean towards the sides of the bridge.

After all, they were really injured. Although they all came from the seaside, jumping into the river with injuries would be fatal. They could not swim to pick up their companions at all. They could only follow the orders of their superiors and wait for treatment.

Seeing their companions with blood all over their chests falling off the bridge, the wounded who were left on the bridge were also very anxious.

In my heart, I kept shouting at them to hurry up. The garrison soldiers were coming pretty fast, and it would be bad if they were discovered. . . .

When Shimizu Seishiro, who rushed up with the soldiers, saw this scene, tears flowed unconsciously from his eyes.

He clenched his saber and pistol tightly, his eyes burning with the flame of revenge, and shouted to the soldiers around him: "The military police are indeed the warriors of the empire! But now, it's our turn! Avenge him! Kill all the Chinese on the opposite side!"

The voice echoed in the team with unquestionable determination. When the surrounding soldiers heard it, although their faces were full of sorrow, they cheered up, gripped their weapons tightly again, and rushed towards the opposite side at a faster speed.

On the other side of the bridge, due to the obstruction of smoke bombs, only the sound of intense gunfire and grenade explosions could be heard.

That is the sound of the gendarmerie suicide squad fighting bravely!

At this moment, the garrison soldiers wished they could grow two more legs so that they could quickly reunite with the heroes in their minds and face the enemy together with them!

This time the entire garrison army was mobilized, a force of nearly two thousand people, swarming across the Lugou Bridge like locusts. Although the artillery bombardment by the Chinese defenders caused them to lose some troops, there were still about seventeen or eighteen hundred Japanese troops left.

Holding the telescope, Itai Yuda curled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

In front of him, Mutaguchi Ren'ya and several staff officers of the 1st Regiment were forced to kneel on the ground.

Taniguchi Mayu looked at the garrison troops still passing through Marco Polo Bridge in the distance, and smiled to Itai Yu, "Is it our turn to take the stage?"

Itai Yudai put down the binoculars, nodded to Taniguchi Mayu, and continued, "The soldiers you lead are all veteran military police. Many of them have fought against the Togo troops and have experience. We must not let anyone go this time!"

Taniguchi grinned and said, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone pass through Marco Polo Bridge!"

After saying that, Taniguchi Mayu led the Taniguchi Battalion to set off. He not only had to rescue the wounded soldiers of the gendarmerie suicide squad on the Lugou Bridge, but also had to block the soldiers of the garrison army on the other side of the bridge!

After Taniguchi Mayu led his men away, Mutaguchi Renya, who was kneeling on the ground, asked in a hoarse voice: "What do you want to do?"

Itai Yudai shook his shoulders, then walked to Mutaguchi Renya, squatted down, and reached out to brush away the dust from the epaulettes on Mutaguchi Renya's shoulders.

"Colonel Muta, we military police don't have the habit of sharing credit with others, so we can only say sorry! Who made us focus on the credit for the first battle of the war against China? We can only ask you, the First Regiment of the Garrison Army, to die!"

"Nani! You want to kill us all! Impossible, you don't have that ability! I have a large group of soldiers coming soon! You won't succeed," Mutaguchi Ren'ya roared.