Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Don't worry about whether you have the ability or not, Colonel. You won't have the chance to see that scene!

By the way, let me tell you something. The train of the Second Battalion of your regiment was tampered with a little when it was leaving Tianjin, and it should be repaired midway now.

They will probably arrive after we occupy Wanping. They will also be the first witnesses of our victory and the ones who will collect your bodies, okay? Hehehe." As he said this, Itai Yudai patted Mutaguchi Renya's cheek.

Then he stood up and shouted to the people around him, "Colonel Mutaguchi Ren'ya, the commander of the 1st Infantry Regiment of the Garrison Army, personally led his troops into battle and all of them have died. Let us send him off!"

"Hey!" The military police beside him walked forward with a grim smile and dragged Mutaguchi Ren to the side.

"No! You can't do this to me! Don't pull me! Baka!" Mutaguchi Renya and the other officers who were dragged away shouted in panic, but to no avail. . .

Within two minutes, several gunshots were heard.

At the same time, gunshots were heard from the direction of the garrison artillery. Upon hearing the sound, Itai Yudai looked in that direction and the smile on his face became even more intense.

. . . . . . .

On the Lugou Bridge battlefield, when Imaki Kiyonao led the Japanese army across the Lugou Bridge and faced the Weiyan Gate of Wanping City, all the Japanese soldiers were stunned.

Because the gates of Wanping City were wide open at that time, there were only machine guns on the city walls firing at them, but the fire suppression was extremely limited and could not stop their offensive at all.

Are the military police death squads so brave! Only more than a hundred people not only killed the Chinese defenders at Lugou Bridge, but also opened the gates of Wanping City! ?

Even Toru Morita, who was crossing the bridge behind, looked incredulous.

The officers hesitated, but the garrison soldiers had already been impressed by the bravery of the gendarmerie suicide squad.

I heard fierce gunfire in Wanping City, and at the city gate, a white shirt was faintly visible in the smoke from the smoke bomb.

The soldiers had no time to think and rushed straight into Wanping City.

Soon, a large number of Japanese troops poured into Wanping.

Just when Toru Morita felt something was wrong and was about to have the soldiers on guard.

There was a whistling sound overhead, and then a shell exploded near the Majestic Gate.

Then, before anyone could react to where the bombardment came from, the ground beneath their feet began to vibrate, and the next moment, the explosion began.

From within Wanping City, balls of fire engulfed the Japanese troops who had just rushed into the city.

As the flames appeared, a sudden loud noise shocked the soldiers outside the city, causing them to hold their heads with their hands and wail!

"Boom!" Earth-shaking explosions followed, and flames instantly engulfed the Majestic Gate Tower.

The huge impact force directly blew away the Japanese soldiers who had just rushed into Wanping City. Their bodies rolled helplessly in the air, their limbs waving wildly, and they were drowned in the billowing smoke before they could even scream.

Immediately afterwards, a series of explosions rang out one after another, and the bombs hidden in advance were detonated one after another in the distance of more than 100 meters between Lugou Bridge and Wanping City.

In an instant, the flames were like a giant dragon with bared fangs and claws, instantly engulfing the entire area.

The thick smoke spread quickly like ink, and the pungent smell penetrated into the heart and lungs.

The Japanese soldiers who had been showing off their might just a moment ago were thrown high up like rag dolls by the overwhelming force of the explosion. Some soldiers had their waists blown off, and their upper bodies were separated from their lower bodies. Their intestines, livers and other internal organs were wrapped in bright red blood, like torn red silk, splashing onto tree trunks more than ten meters away, and looked particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the dark green leaves.

The soldiers who had managed to survive had an extremely distorted look of fear on their faces, with mud, blood and fear mixed into a disgusting color.

A young soldier, his right arm was blown off at the shoulder, the broken end was like a broken faucet, bright red blood spurted out like a fountain. He opened his mouth wide, letting out a silent scream as if his throat was strangled, his eyes were wide open, and endless despair was reflected in his pupils.

After swaying a few times like a candle in the wind, his body fell heavily to the ground with a "bang", splashing a pool of blood and mud.

Not far away, an officer wearing a command knife was blown beyond recognition. The skin on his face was as black as burnt cowhide.

His military uniform also caught fire, and his entire body turned into a huge fireball. He rolled and twitched wildly on the ground, howling more miserably than any wild beast. But the fire was like a devil's curse, tightly wrapping around him, burning more and more fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a pile of charred debris.

In the woods next to it, broken branches were scattered like countless sharp arrows, and burnt leaves were falling like black snowflakes in the firelight.

The burning trees crackled and exploded, like the sound of dense gunfire, intertwined with the heart-wrenching screams of the soldiers.

In the huge crater left after the bomb explosion, thick blood continued to gush out like red magma, quickly mixing with the surrounding soil to form a shocking dark red quagmire.

Those soldiers who were still alive struggled desperately in the bloody mud. They stretched out their bloody hands with their fingers bent, as if they wanted to grasp the empty air, or as if they were begging death. However, everything was just a pointless struggle, and they could only wait for death to come slowly in this pain.

As time slowly passed, the sound of the explosion gradually dissipated, leaving only a bloody world.

Corpses were lying on the ground in all directions, some twisted into strange shapes, some incomplete, as if they were dolls discarded by the devil, forming a horrific picture, silently telling the cruelty and horror of the explosion.

Morita Toru, whose head was dizzy from the explosion, slowly crawled out of the loose soil. Looking at the tragic scene around him, he felt nauseous in his stomach and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Ikki Kiyonao, who was standing next to him, hurried forward and held Morita Toru in hand.

"Lieutenant Colonel Morita, are you okay?"

Toru Morita waved his hand, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, looked at the many soldiers around him getting up from the ground, and felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, fortunately, there are still soldiers!

Pushing Ikki Kiyonao aside, Morita Toru ordered, "Hurry up, notify all surviving officers, gather the soldiers, and check the casualties!"

"Hi Yi!"

Soon, the assembly whistle sounded.

Seishiro Shimizu stood on a huge rock that was charred by the explosion. He was lucky and was not killed by the explosion.

But at this moment, his military uniform was covered in dust and blood, his originally straight hat was now crooked on his head, and his saber was lost somewhere. In his hand, he only held a pistol tightly.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Gather! Everyone, get close to me!"

In a panic, Toru Morita issued an order to gather the soldiers, which successfully made the gift delivered by the military police later play the greatest role. . . .