Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The first batch of shells seemed to be precisely controlled by the god of death and landed accurately in Haiguang Temple.

In an instant, violent explosions sounded one after another, as if to tear the whole world apart completely.

The buildings that had managed to survive the bombing of naval bombers finally collapsed under the powerful artillery fire and disintegrated in an instant like a fragile house of cards.

Bricks, broken wood, severed limbs and arms mixed with crimson soil flew in all directions like raindrops, smashing with great force onto the soldiers and officers who had survived the bombing and were hiding in the buildings.

The cries of terror and screams of despair intertwined together to form a tragic melody of death, and the entire Haiguang Temple was in chaos again.

Mortars also joined in the frenzied and brutal bombing, with shells flying towards Haiguang Temple like dense locusts.

Every explosion created a crater on the ground, and dirt and rocks were thrown high up and then fell heavily back down.

Dust was flying all over the Haiguang Temple, blurring people's vision, as if they were in chaos.

The walls of Haiguang Temple were also blown into huge gaps under the fierce mortar attack, and the once solid bricks and stones are now scattered all over the ground.

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The military police could not see what was happening inside Haiguang Temple. They just followed the routine to load the shells into the gun barrels, then fired, ejected the shells, made adjustments, and then loaded more shells, over and over again. . . .

The fired shells ruthlessly pounced on the Japanese garrison headquarters, Haiguang Temple, trampling to pieces every inch of tranquility that had once existed here.

The raging fire spread wildly among the buildings. The greedy tongues of fire were like hungry beasts, licking every corner and not letting go of any trace of life.

Once upon a time, Haiguang Temple stood majestically in the Japanese Concession. It witnessed countless crimes and atrocities and was a symbol of Japan's aggressive forces.

But now, under the bombing of naval bombers and the fierce artillery fire of the military police, it was as fragile as a house built by children with fragile playing cards, and it could not withstand a single blow.

In less than half a day, this former military stronghold was reduced to ruins. Only billowing smoke floated in the air like a ghost, as if whispering about the cruel catastrophe that had just occurred here.

As the gendarmes worked hard to load the cannons with shells, the three carts of ammunition they brought were used up in less than an hour.

The gunfire ceased.

The fire and smoke at Haiguang Temple gradually dissipated.

The gendarmes acted impatiently and quickly poured into the ruins that had already been completely changed beyond recognition.

The gendarmes' heavy boots stepped heavily on the ground covered with broken bricks and tiles, making a "crunching" sound with every step.

The strong and pungent smell of gunpowder permeated the air. It was the pungent smell left after the burning of gunpowder, mixed with the burnt smell of burning corpses. The two smells intertwined together to form a disgusting smell that went straight into people's nasal cavities.

It makes people want to vomit, but there is nowhere to escape, so they are forced to endure the torture of this pungent smell.

The military police quickly dispersed. Their eyes were sharp, not missing any corner where people might hide. They held their rifles tightly with both hands, their index fingers lightly on the triggers, their bodies tense, and they remained highly vigilant at all times, as if danger would come in the next second, and they were ready to deal with possible emergencies at any time.

From time to time, among the ruins, there could be heard the crackling sound of broken wood that could not bear the weight. In this dead silent and chaotic environment, the sound seemed particularly desolate, as if Haiguang Temple was making its last painful wail, expressing its unwillingness and helplessness.

"This way, come here quickly!" A gendarme suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. The voice became a little sharp due to excitement and nervousness, and kept echoing in the ruins.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a few blurry figures swaying slightly in a collapsed corner of the wall.

Everyone reacted quickly like soldiers receiving an emergency assembly whistle and quickly gathered around.

"There is a passage under the ruins. I just saw them coming out of it, and now they are going back in!" The gendarme who had shouted earlier pointed to a downward staircase under the ruins in the corner and said.

"Did you see who it was?" someone asked.

"I didn't see it clearly, but he was wearing an officer's uniform!" said the military policeman who had shouted earlier with some excitement.

"Yo! It's a big fish! I thought they were all dead and there was nothing good to catch, but I didn't expect there was still a big fish!" The military police captain who led the search team said excitedly, and stepped forward to pat the helmet of the military police who had shouted earlier: "I'll give you a credit and give you a big reward!"

"Hi! Thanks, Captain!"

"You guys, hurry up and clear the rubble on the passage! The others will be on guard!" said the gendarmerie captain, personally leading his men to clear the rubble.

As the bricks and stones above the passage were removed little by little, the passage was completely revealed.

This is a passage that was hit by a shell. The stairs leading down have been badly damaged, but it is still barely enough for people to go up and down.

"Prepare grenades!" The gendarmerie captain stuck his head out of the passage and looked down. Seeing that it was dark below, he turned around and shouted loudly on purpose.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished shouting, angry curses came from the passage: "Baga! No throwing grenades!"

As he was speaking, several figures slowly walked up from below.

The one walking in front was none other than the garrison commander, Kiyoshi Kozuki.

At this moment, Katsuki Seiji has completely lost his former majesty.

His hair, which had been combed meticulously and shiny, was now as messy as dead grass blown by the wind, scattered wantonly on his face. A few strands of hair were still stuck to his cheeks covered with dust and dried blood, making him look particularly disheveled.

His eyes were bloodshot, which were like a dense net, revealing ferocity and unwillingness, as if he was a trapped beast, ready to launch a final attack at any time.

Dried blood meandered down from the forehead, across the corners of the eyes, the bridge of the nose, and to the corners of the mouth. The bloodstains looked particularly hideous under the cover of dust.

The lieutenant general's uniform, which once symbolized power and status, was now tattered. The corners of his clothes fluttered weakly in the wind like a broken flag, and his epaulettes hung crookedly, as if mercilessly mocking his current desolation and embarrassment.

He stared at the gendarmes in front of him with eyes full of resentment, and those eyes seemed to be able to spit fire, as if he wanted to cut them into pieces with his eyes.

His chest heaved violently, and then he roared: "Bakayalu! How dare you, a bunch of bastards, lay your hands on me! I will bring all of you to the Empire's military court!" The voice became hoarse with anger and despair, and echoed in the ruins with endless unwillingness.