Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

After a while, the entire pursuit team of the garrison troops was sent to meet Amaterasu in the midst of Type 2 tanks, Type 93 armored vehicles, and later the military police's supplementary gunfire.

The scene was like a Shura field ravaged by the god of death. It was dead silent, with only the thick and lingering smell of blood and the pungent smell of gunpowder intertwined in every inch of the air.

The broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground, the broken guns, the shattered helmets, and the still burning fire all demonstrated the severity of this sudden disaster.

A Type 2 tank slowly stopped, and its tracks rolled over the ground, making a dull and heart-pounding sound.

The turret hatch slowly opened, and a Japanese military police leaned out from inside, with no expression on his face, as if what had just been carried out was not a bloody massacre of his compatriots, but an ordinary military exercise.

A garrison soldier with a big hole in his stomach was sitting against a wall full of bullet holes, gasping for breath, his eyes wide open, his face full of shock and anger.

His lips trembled violently uncontrollably, and he asked with all his strength: "Are you crazy? Why do you attack your own people?" His voice became hoarse and sharp with anger.

The military police glanced at him indifferently, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant, and then said in a calm tone as if he was talking about the weather: "Sorry, if you want to blame someone, just blame your commander. I am just following orders.

The order our military police received today is to kill all the garrison troops we see!

Besides, if I kill one of you, I can get a lot of Japanese yen as a reward! Thank you very much for sacrificing your life. "After saying this, the military policeman in charge of driving the tank bowed slightly to the soldiers on the ground.

The garrison soldier's face was filled with disbelief. He clenched his fists, his body shaking violently, whether it was a reflex before death or out of anger, he shouted loudly: "We are all for the empire, how can you..."

But before he could finish his words, a crisp sound was heard, and then a laughing military policeman put away the rifle in his hand, stepped forward quickly and took away the rifle from the garrison soldier who died with his eyes open, as well as all the supplies and ammunition on him.

Until the military police had picked up all the supplies on the battlefield, they had already boarded the vehicles and continued on their way.

Wang Hu and his companions finally came back to their senses from their numbness and looked at the tanks and armored vehicles passing by them, as well as the troop transport trucks behind them.

At this moment, Wang Hu and his companions deeply realized the meaning of the word "ignore". Those strange Japanese military police were too lazy to even glance at them, as if they were holding fire sticks instead of guns that could take lives.

However, looking at the tanks and armored vehicles driven by the military police and the cannons towed behind them, Wang Hu looked down at the gun in his hand and felt that it was no different from a fire poker.

"Platoon leader! Aren't the Japanese military police and their garrison troops all Japanese?" A young soldier looked at his equally confused platoon leader Wang Hu and asked.

"You ask me, who should I ask? Hurry and retreat!"

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The Chinese army's attack on the garrison headquarters, Haiguang Temple, was thwarted. A large number of Chinese soldiers retreated under the pursuit of the garrison troops. The sultry air enveloped the city of Tianjin, and a depressing atmosphere permeated the streets and alleys.

Unlike the retreating Chinese soldiers, at this time, two battalions of military police, led by Shunsuke Nakamura, drove Type 2 tanks and Type 93 armored vehicles along the streets of the Japanese Concession in Tianjin, sweeping towards the Haiguan Temple headquarters of the garrison army like locusts.

The Type 2 tank was spewing out billowing black smoke, and its thick tracks crushed the ground heavily with every rotation, making a terrifying "crunching" sound.

Wherever they passed, deep tracks were left on the solid road surface. The Type 93 armored vehicles followed closely behind like ghosts, their bodies flashing a cold metallic luster under the glaring sunlight, as if announcing the coming bloodbath.

At this time, several squads of garrison soldiers on the street were carrying out the task of pursuing the retreating Chinese soldiers step by step, and were completely unaware of the impending disaster. Who would have thought that the danger came from the so-called "friendly forces".

Just like the previous scene, as soon as the military police saw the garrison soldiers, they would attack without saying a word!

Each time, the main gun and machine gun of the Type 2 tank opened fire first, followed by the Type 93 armored vehicle's onboard machine gun firing crazily.

Dense bullets poured out like a rainstorm, interweaving into a web of death in the air.

Each time, the garrison soldiers were caught off guard and fell down one after another. Their eyes before death were full of confusion and fear of this sudden attack.

After frantic attacks along the way, the gendarmerie finally arrived at the outskirts of Haiguang Temple.

After arriving at the target location, the military police quickly unloaded the Type 92 infantry gun from the back of the armored vehicle, their movements skillful and nervous.

The soldiers shouted commands loudly, without even having time to wipe the beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads, and skillfully adjusted the angle of the muzzles of the guns, with every movement being orderly.

These Type 92 infantry guns were brought back from the Lugou Bridge by Itai Yudai and Taniguchi Mayu. They were the thirteen guns that had made "military achievements" in Harbin and Tianjin.

However, it is worth mentioning that the military police now have more than just these thirteen Type 75 guns. From the st Infantry Regiment of the Garrison Army, Itai Yudai also obtained eight Type infantry guns and four mm mountain guns.

Therefore, the cannons that the military police pulled down outside Haiguang Temple this time included 75 Type infantry guns and six mm mountain guns. (Two of them were obtained from the th Division before coming to Tianjin.)

In addition, there are mortars. Zhou Zhengqing now has two more battalions under his command, and the number of mortars has also increased accordingly. This time, Nakamura Shunsuke and Itai Yudai directly brought all the inventory from the headquarters.

There are a total of eighteen Type 90 150mm light mortars and two Type mm mortars.

At this time, the number of cannons in the hands of the military police was almost equal to half the firepower of a field artillery regiment.

The military police's artillery capabilities are not as good as those of professional artillerymen, which is why the military police had to pull the cannons directly to the outskirts of Haiguang Temple to set up a hypothetical artillery position.

It’s too far away, and with the level of the military police in operating the cannon, they can’t guarantee where the shell will fall. . . .

While the gendarmerie were busy setting up artillery positions, the garrison headquarters also learned that the gendarmerie was attacking garrison soldiers.

He also knew that the military police had brought in a large number of artillery pieces and had deployed their artillery formations in a grand manner not far from Haiguang Temple!

What do the military police want to do? Kazuki Seiji already has the answer in his mind!