Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Wang Hu and his brothers were now in a desperate situation, being forced into a dead end of a street by the Japanese garrison like trapped beasts.

Perhaps knowing that the road ahead was blocked, the pursuing garrison soldiers actually slowed down the pace of their attack, giving Wang Hu and his men a chance to catch their breath while they replenished the ammunition in their rifles and prepared for the final blow.

Behind him, the collapsed houses stood like a wall, blocking all escape routes, like a ruthless verdict of fate.

Wang Hu and his comrades looked haggard. The long and fierce battle had exhausted them to the extreme. However, there was a fire of determination burning in their eyes.

The wounds on his body were like ferocious mouths, constantly oozing blood. The bright red blood slid down his body, staining the military uniform that was already tattered and full of bullet holes and dust.

They tightly grasped their weapons, even though the guns were already hot. They knew they were about to face the final attack of the Japanese and that their chances of winning were slim, but no one had the slightest intention of retreating. Everyone was determined to die, ready to fight a desperate battle with the Japanese at this final moment.

At this critical moment when life was hanging by a thread, a dull and oppressive sound of tracks rolling came faintly from another street nearby.

The Chinese soldiers became alert instantly, forcing themselves to look up and towards the direction where the sound came from.

The next moment, the ruins of the houses not far from the street began to vibrate, and then a ferocious steel monster pushed the collapsed houses away violently, and actually broke through the ruins from the street next door and drove onto the street on this side.

Before the Chinese soldiers could react to their shock, several gray-painted tanks drove over from the next street.

The rising sun logo on the tank and the two big words "Military Police" written in red paint extinguished the last bit of hope in the hearts of the desperate Wang Hu and his brothers around him.

Several Type 2 tanks turned their tracks and faced the garrison troops and Wang Hu and his men who were in confrontation.

The tank's thick steel shell emitted an icy cold light in the thick smoke.

The black muzzle of the 20mm machine gun was pointing directly at them, like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, as if it could completely crush and devour these defeated soldiers in the next second without leaving a trace.

“It’s over…” One of the soldiers in the team couldn’t help but whisper this in extreme despair.

This sigh seemed to open the floodgates of despair. In an instant, the breath of despair spread rapidly throughout the team like deadly poison gas.

The light in the soldiers' eyes seemed to dim, and the shadow of death weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

However, an unexpected and bizarre incident occurred without any warning.

The tanks, which were originally regarded as the enemy's deadly weapons, slowly turned their guns and pointed in the direction of the Japanese garrison troops in front of everyone's horrified eyes.

Immediately afterwards, "bang, bang, bang", a series of close, torrential artillery sounds like drumbeats rang out, although the single artillery sound was not as deafening as the firing of a large-caliber tank gun.

But the dense firing sound of the 20mm machine gun still makes people feel trembling.

KwK30型55倍口径20mm机炮在咆哮，一枚枚PzGr.39穿甲弹以及Sprgr. 39高爆弹如夺命流星般疾射而出，径直冲向日本驻屯军的队伍。

The military police were not professional tank soldiers after all, and they were not so particular about the choice of ammunition when attacking. To deal with the soldiers of the garrison, several Type 2 tanks actually used armor-piercing shells to attack. . . .

At the same time, the two 7.92mm machine guns on the turret also opened fire together, and the flames pulled by the tracer bullets kept licking back and forth where the garrison soldiers were.

A garrison soldier was feeling proud of the strong reinforcements that had arrived on his side, while the Chinese army was showing expressions of despair.

The next moment, the oncoming 20mm armor-piercing bullet instantly tore his body apart. His right arm seemed to be torn off by a pair of invisible and extremely sharp giant hands, and was thrown into the air with a large piece of flesh and blood. The muscle fibers on the broken arm were still twisting in spasm, and bright red blood gushed out from the broken arm like a fountain.

At the same time, he felt a numbness in his abdomen, and then the world was spinning. When he turned his head and looked around while lying on the ground, he could only see his broken lower body with colorful intestines lying on the dusty ground.

He opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but only a vague sound came out of his throat.

Not far from him, another soldier was hit in the thigh and thrown backwards like a rag.

While his body was still in the air, another shell whizzed in and hit his chest accurately.

The next moment, his body exploded like a watermelon hit by a bullet.

When he landed on the ground, the skin on half of his head drooped like a torn cloth, revealing the white bones and bright red flesh inside. One of his eyes was also taken out by shrapnel and hung on the side of his cheek, with only a trace of flesh and blood left, shaking with his weak twitching.

Some of the garrison soldiers around were blown into two by the shells, with their upper and lower bodies separated and their internal organs scattered all over the ground; some had their legs blown off and could only roll on the ground in pain, grasping the ground in vain with their hands, leaving a trail of blood.

The air was filled with the sickening smell of blood and gunpowder. The streets where Japanese garrison soldiers sat were a scene of hell on earth.

Everywhere there were broken limbs and soldiers struggling in pain, accompanied by flames and thick smoke, and heart-wrenching screams.

Those garrison soldiers who had been so arrogant and domineering just a moment ago were now being ruthlessly killed by the Type 2 tank.

Wang Hu and his brothers behind him stood there in a daze, as if they were under a spell.

The look of despair that had been frozen on his face had not yet completely faded away, and at this moment, deep shock surged into his heart like a tide.

Witnessing this one-sided massacre, the garrison soldiers could not even hope to escape under the fire of the Type 2 tank's cannon and machine guns. . .

"This... what is going on? Why are the Japs fighting among themselves?" A young soldier, his lips trembling, could not help but ask the question in his mind, his voice trembling slightly with shock.

However, in this chaotic situation, no one could answer his question immediately. Everyone was immersed in this sudden and incredible change.

Just as the 20mm machine gun of the Type tank was unleashing a metal storm on the garrison troops.

In the ruined passage that was forcibly pushed open by the Type 2 tank, armored vehicles and gendarmes with rifles appeared.

When the military police appeared, Wang Hu and his friends were worried again.

But the opposite side not only had tanks, but also so many armored vehicles and soldiers, which made Wang Hu and his men dare not act rashly.