Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

In the garrison headquarters office, the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.

Tashiro Kan'ichirō's successor, Lieutenant General Kazuki Seiji, looked pale and said in a trembling voice, "Hashimoto-kun, it's over! The Army Air Force bombers bombed Nankai University as planned! They also bombed the military police who were occupying Nankai University!"

When Hashimoto Gun heard his commander's words, he began to doubt his life.

He had been commanding the garrison troops to resist the attacks of the Chinese army.

After returning to the garrison headquarters, he was immediately pulled over by Katsuki Seiji.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? The military police will definitely not let this go. How are we going to explain this to them?"

Xiangyue Qingsi paced back and forth anxiously: "How should I know! Originally, we wanted to bomb Nankai University and strike the anti-Japanese forces. Who would have thought that the military police headquarters, which had been sitting still, would take the initiative to attack and rush to capture Nankai University!

As for me, I sent several telegrams to Luhang but failed to get in touch with them. By the time I sent someone over, it was too late! "

Hashimoto Gun frowned. "What's the situation at Nankai University? Is there any news? What's the situation at the scene? Are there heavy casualties among the military police?"

“It’s not clear yet, but someone saw many wounded soldiers when the military police evacuated Nankai University!

I have lost contact with the Military Police Headquarters, so I want you to go there in person and try to explain to the Military Police Headquarters that this was definitely an accidental injury, but the two sides did not communicate and coordinate well. "Katsuki Seiji looked at Hashimoto Gun and explained seriously, and also expressed his idea of asking Hashimoto Gun to go there.

"No problem, I'll rush to the gendarmerie headquarters right away!" Hashimoto Gun also knew that the matter was urgent, so he prepared to go out after saying that.

Just then, Takeda Hirokazu rushed in from outside the door.

After entering the office, Takeda Hirokazu first took two breaths, and then said excitedly: "It's not good, Commander, Chief of Staff, my intelligence personnel just reported to me that there were multiple explosions in the military police headquarters.

At the same time, the military police inside were heard shouting "Air raid!" "Hide!" It seemed that the military police headquarters was under air raid.

"What! Air raid!" Katsuki Seiji's body froze, then he ran to Takeda Hiroichi in a few steps, put his hands on the other's shoulders, and confirmed in a terrified tone.

“Yes, I am not very clear about the specific situation, but my men said that the military police have blocked a large area around the headquarters.

They also took away many doctors and nurses from the hospital in the Japanese Concession! It seems that the military police headquarters may have suffered heavy casualties this time. Even the military police’s own doctors and nurses are not able to handle it in time, and they need to find doctors from the hospital! "

Ring, ring, ring…

Just then, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Before Seiji Katsuki could recover from the explosion inside the gendarmerie headquarters, Hashimoto Gun went over to answer the phone.

Just as Hashimoto Gun was about to open his mouth, a series of hurried words came from the phone!

After listening to a few words, Hashimoto Gun turned to look at Kazuki Seiji and shouted urgently: "Your Excellency the Commander, the Military Police Headquarters has sent a large number of military police, as well as tanks and artillery, and they are heading towards us!"

"Ah! Coming towards us! Why! Their gendarmerie headquarters was attacked by air, and they still blame us!" Katsuki Seiji's face changed color in an instant.

Takeda Hiroichi looked a little erratic, and said with difficulty: "There are only planes of our garrison troops in the sky above Tianjin now..."

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As the sound of gunfire from the main attack direction of the Chinese army attacking Haiguang Temple gradually became sparse, the smoke of a fierce battle still lingered over the city streets.

A platoon of the 29th Chinese Army had suffered setbacks in its attack on Haiguang Temple and was now fighting and retreating.

The streets were filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, broken buildings were everywhere, and shattered bricks and rubble were scattered all over the ground.

The soldiers moved hurriedly, covering each other, fighting back at the garrison soldiers who were chasing them from behind, and quickly moving to the rear.

Platoon leader Wang Hu's face was covered with traces of gunpowder smoke, and sweat mixed with dust had left grooves on his cheeks.

Holding a Mauser pistol in his hand, he shouted loudly: "Brothers, don't panic! Pay attention to cover and retreat in turns! Don't fight to the end, we can't sacrifice again in vain, everyone must return alive, as long as people are still alive, there will be a chance to fight the Japanese again!"

After shouting, he turned around and fired several shots at the pursuing Japanese troops, accurately knocking down several enemies in the front.

Soldier Li Erniu, carrying a light machine gun, ran and roared, pouring bullets at the enemy.

His eyes were filled with anger and indomitable will, and he cursed: "Come again, you little devil! I haven't fought enough!"

But he felt a little guilty in his heart: "It's all my fault. If I had been more accurate just now, maybe I could have killed a few more devils and relieved some pressure on my brothers."

However, the enemy's firepower was so fierce that dense bullets rained down like raindrops, splashing up clouds of dust around them.

Suddenly, a small grenade thrown from a grenade launcher exploded not far away, and the powerful gust of air knocked several soldiers to the ground.

Platoon leader Wang Hu was extremely anxious and shouted loudly: "Hurry, help the injured brothers up! We can't leave them behind!" Several soldiers quickly turned back, carried their injured comrades on their backs, and continued their difficult retreat.

But after passing a ruined house, Wang Hu and others stopped.

The street ahead was suddenly cut off by collapsed houses, and both sides were filled with ruins. In panic, they ended up in a dead end.

. . . . .

The other side of the street.

"Chase with all your might! Don't stop until you catch them! (Chase with all your might! Don't stop until you catch them!)" The captain of the Japanese garrison army had a pair of triangular eyes that were now wide open. The saber in his hand was raised high, reflecting a cold light in the smoke. He kept shouting and giving orders behind the garrison soldiers, while waving the saber in the air.

On the streets, the pungent smell of gunpowder was like an invisible net that enveloped everything. Broken bricks and charred wood fragments flew freely in the air, intertwining with the gunpowder.

The garrison soldiers were like a group of mad wolves pouncing on their prey, shooting recklessly at the retreating Chinese army in front of them like a tide.

Their steps were hurried and messy, and some even staggered due to being too anxious, but they quickly steadied themselves and continued to rush forward.

Everyone held a rifle with a bayonet in his hand. The sharp bayonet flashed coldly in the dim light, as if ready to tear the enemy's chest at any time.

"Those guys have nowhere to escape!" A tall and thin Japanese soldier was so excited that his face flushed, veins popped out on his neck, and he shouted at the top of his voice. His face showed an extremely twisted smile, which was full of cruelty and complacency, as if he had seen the tragic scene of the Chinese soldiers being slaughtered by them.

A short and fat soldier next to him, panting, nodded hurriedly and agreed: "Yes, now we can catch all these Chinese soldiers in one fell swoop." As he spoke, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and his steps became bigger, wishing he could rush up and destroy the enemy immediately.

"Hurry up! Maintain the attack formation!" The Japanese soldier who looked like a sergeant waved his gun and urged in a hoarse voice.

His eyes were full of ferocity and anxiety, as if he was not satisfied with the speed of the soldiers.

"Push them forward! Squeeze every last drop of blood out of them!" The captain issued this extremely cruel order again, and it lasted for a long time.