Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

At this time, Mitsuda Shouma, Ichijo Yusuke, and Taniguchi Mayu came over, followed by nearly two hundred newly selected military policemen who were in high spirits.

"Mr. Mitsuda, let our soldiers go with them. They have no experience, let the soldiers lead them." Itai Yudai pointed to Chen Hexuan and his group who were singing the Internationale loudly in the corner.

"it is good."

Soon, under the command of Mitsuda Sho, more than twenty military police came out.

Each of them held a few small wooden boards and ran to the corner. Under the puzzled gazes of Chen Hexuan and his group, they cut the ropes that bound their hands.

Then each person was given two small wooden boards. Chen Hexuan and others naturally had no idea what these Japanese devils meant.

They were holding the wooden boards in a daze.

But his spine never bent, and the singing in his mouth never stopped.

Not only that. After handing out the small wooden boards, more than 20 military police officers actually squeezed through the crowd with a smile and stood among Chen Hexuan and his group.

Chen Hexuan and the others were stunned.

Use one hand to hold the board over your head. Use the other hand to hold the board under you.

Seeing that Chen Hexuan and the others were still looking at them in confusion, these military policemen gestured with their hands, asking Chen Hexuan and the others to imitate their movements.

Chen Hexuan had no idea what these Japanese military police were trying to do. He was full of doubts, but at the same time he remained alert.

There were two Japanese military police standing beside Li Jiahui. She saw them motioning for her to imitate their movements. Although she didn't know what was going on, she saw Chen Hexuan and other comrades had already raised the wooden board under the urging of these military police. She subconsciously followed their lead.

At this moment, the Japanese soldier on her left suddenly stared at her chest. Li Jiahui was furious. She was about to be killed, and they still wanted to insult her! Just when she wanted to curse.

The Japanese soldier hesitated and moved the wooden board that was blocking his lower body to block his chest.

The Japanese soldier on the other side also saw his companion's action. After hesitating for a moment, he also moved the wooden board under him to the other side of his chest. However, the movement seemed very hesitant, as if he had made a great decision.

At the same time, twist your lower body and try to hide the lower part.

Li Jiahui immediately became angry and her face turned red.

Zhou Zhengqing's lackeys standing in the distance naturally saw this scene. Several people looked at each other. Among them, Ogura Daichi suddenly burst into laughter. Then several people laughed out loud.

"Yoshi, our warriors know how to be gentle and considerate to women. Hahahaha"

"No, baka. Whose team are they from? I need to train them well! Hahahaha"

"Haha, okay, let the shooter be careful." Itai Yudai waved his hand and tried hard to hold back his laughter.

Nakagawa Ken was the only one among them who didn't smile. He still had a stern face.

He quickly walked to the neatly-arranged military police who had already loaded their guns, and at the same time drew out his command knife.

"Ready. Each of you take aim." After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "There are two bastards over there. Take aim."

The gendarmes obeyed the order and immediately raised their Type 38 rifles.

In the corner, Chen Hexuan and his friends were still singing the Internationale loudly. The song was so passionate that it seemed to break through all the constraints in the world and reach everyone's heart. This was a kind of power of faith, a power that could make people look lightly on life and death.

At the last moment of their lives, they had only deep faith in their hearts and no fear of death at all.

Suddenly, a chaotic and faint sound was heard.

That came from the mouths of the gendarmes who stood with them.

Surprisingly, these military police also sang the Internationale with Chen Hexuan and his team! Although their pronunciation was not clear and even a little ugly, they were indeed trying their best to sing along.

This scene made Chen Hexuan sigh in his heart. Perhaps when facing death, everyone will be touched deep in their hearts. Even these military police who were supposed to be against the underground party were also infected by the power of the Internationale at this moment.

What Chen Hexuan didn't expect was that the military police didn't know why they sang along. Anyway, they just felt that this was the right thing to do.

This is caused by Japan's long-term education. Whether in military schools or in the army, they have always advocated herd behavior.

This is done by the upper echelons to brainwash the lower-level soldiers. Every day when they wake up, eat, and go to bed, they have to shout slogans. It is very similar to the brainwashing of pyramid schemes. Now they are standing together with the underground party and are infected by their emotions. It would be strange if they didn't sing along.

If you go to a pyramid scheme group and suddenly shout a few slogans, those who have been brainwashed by pyramid schemes will probably follow you. They don't care what you shout, they just shout it.

This is the situation with the Japanese military police now.

Of course Chen Hexuan and the others didn't know. In surprise, the sound of the Internationale became weaker. Instead, the sound of the gendarmes howling like ghosts and wolves stood out more.

Ogura Daichi couldn't help but curse in a low voice again. "What a shame, these pigs!"

. . . . .

Nakagawa Ken's command knife was already raised high. After all the military police were in position and had taken aim.

Swing it down fiercely.

"shooting!"

Bang bang bang. . .

A row of rifles opened fire.

But each gunshot only fired once and then stopped.

The Internationale stopped instantly.

At the corner, whether it was Chen Hexuan or the military police, they all fell down.

The scene fell silent.

Three or four seconds later, a voice in Japanese emerged from the crowd in the corner.

"Baga, how come I didn't hit a single target! You guys' guns are so crappy. I was such a big target, but you didn't hit a single target."

"Hahaha! I was shot in the chest and I'm bleeding. Medic! Medic!"

"Ouch, I was shot three times. It hurts! Hey! Why isn't there any blood!!! Asshole!"

"Haha, my leg is bleeding! It's bleeding! Ha."

Chen Hexuan sat up in a daze. He lifted his clothes. His stomach was burning with pain.

The bright red I imagined did not appear. There was only a little skin breakage on the belly, some wood chips had pierced the epidermis, but there was only a little blood, which could not be seen without careful observation. It turned out to be a blank bullet!

As he was staring blankly at what was happening.

A group of military police rushed over with stretchers and other things, and carried everyone out of the crowd.

Chen Hexuan was also lifted up by two military policemen and moved to a stretcher.

Without waiting for him to react, a military police officer checked him all over. Soon, the wound on his stomach was discovered.

As Chen Hexuan stared in shock, confusion, and bewilderment, the military policeman took out a bag from somewhere and slapped it directly on the wound on his stomach.

The bag broke open and red liquid came out, instantly dyeing Chen Hexuan's stomach blood red.

Then, he took out a roll of bandage from somewhere and started wrapping it around Chen Hexuan's stomach. In less than a minute, Chen Hexuan's stomach was tightly wrapped. This first aid technique was so skillful that Chen Hexuan was amazed.

It's obvious at first glance that only someone who has undergone systematic military first aid training can be so skilled.

"Stomach, shot. Understand?" The military policeman who had just finished bandaging Chen Hexuan's bruised stomach said seriously with his fish eyes wide open.

"Uh! I see..." Chen Hexuan didn't finish his words. He saw the soldier running towards another stretcher. "What?" Chen Hexuan finished the rest of his words after the soldier left.

Just as he was about to sit up and check on his comrades, another soldier holding him down and pushed him down on a stretcher. "The wounded are working, they can't move."

Ugh! Does a broken skin count as a wounded person? Chen Hexuan was pressed down on a stretcher, staring blankly at the two white clouds floating in the sky.

"Baga! This is human blood. I am bleeding, I want to go to the front row." In my ear, a "wounded man" lying on a stretcher not far away shouted loudly to the soldier who came to paint him.

"Asshole, you're just scratched, the blood has dried up." The soldier said, ignoring the saliva sprayed on his face. He gave the other person a bloody explosion with a snap. Then he bandaged him in a battlefield first aid style.

Soon, Chen Hexuan and the other "wounded" were moved to one side and placed together. Along with them were the wounded who had just been painted.

As for those who were really injured, their wounds were left open without bandages and were put together. Some soldiers took special tools to further "treat" them, making their injuries look more horrifying.

Soon, another group of "prisoners" stood at the foot of the wall holding small wooden boards.

It was still the same operation. The same volley of gunfire. The same screams, the same coloring and bandaging.