Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Yamamoto skillfully operated the tank, turned the muzzle skillfully, and accurately aimed at the pillar where Seiya Iga and several spies were hiding.

Wu Sanpao, who was hiding behind a pillar with Yiga Cheng, was terrified. When he saw the tank appear with its gun pointed towards him, his legs went weak and he shouted, "Oh my god, how did this piece of iron come at me?"

Before he could react, the Panzer II's 20mm KwK 38 machine gun opened fire.

The steel cap armor-piercing bullet weighing 180 grams whistled towards him, and the sharp whistling sound was like the roar of the god of death.

Several agents beside him fell to the ground instantly, and blood splattered all over the ground.

The body was like being molded from mud, with horrible blood holes appearing all over it.

What's worse, the huge kinetic energy of armor-piercing bullets can directly dismember people. The bloody scene is unbearable to watch.

Squeezed tightly behind the concrete pillar, Yi Wochengye and Wu Sanpao were pale, with blood already spreading from their feet, causing their pupils to dilate and their bodies to tremble like sieves.

This is because Yi Wocheng was lucky, as he happened to be standing next to a concrete load-bearing column, and the diameter of the column was more than 50 cm. Otherwise, he would definitely be among the body parts on the ground.

The 20mm PzGr.39 armor-piercing projectile fired by the Panzer II tank can penetrate about 100mm of vertical homogeneous steel armor at a distance of 37 meters, but the protective properties of cement are different from those of steel.

Homogeneous concrete usually has a compressive strength of 20-40 MPa, and its equivalent protection capacity is about 1.5-2 times that of homogeneous steel. The general penetration depth is about 25-30 mm, and it can only penetrate a single-layer brick wall or a thin concrete structure.

The load-bearing column where Yiga Chengye and Wu Sanpao were hiding at the moment was made of reinforced concrete. It contained steel bars to increase the tensile strength, and its diameter was more than 50 centimeters.

Therefore, the shelling of the Type 2 tank only caused some cement on the surface to peel off, and Yiga Chengye and Wu Sanpao who were hiding at the back door were safe and sound.

Of course, this cannot be said to be 100% safe.

If the Type 2 tank can hit the same position continuously and use high-explosive bombs at the same time, it can still penetrate and even completely destroy the concrete pillar.

However, this is obviously impossible. There are so many teachers, students and reporters from Nankai University. If the Sprgr.39 high-explosive bomb fired by the Type 15 tank produces fragments and shock waves after the explosion, the effective killing radius is about meters, and accidental injuries will be very serious.

And Jingren, who was commanding the tank, didn't necessarily want to kill Iga Seiya, he just wanted to scare him.

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The teachers and students of Nankai University were stunned by this sudden change.

In just a moment, the Japanese soldiers and spies who had just been ferocious in front of him were now running around like stray dogs.

The pools of blood on the ground and the people who died inexplicably, some with their eyes open, deeply shocked the hearts of teachers and students.

In the chaos, Shen Suqiu suddenly ran out of the crowd. Amid the sound of gunfire, she picked up the "Northeast Geography Textbook" that Zhang Jinhui had stepped on with both hands and held it tightly in her arms.

The words "Return My Homeland" on the page have become blurred due to being repeatedly trampled by Zhang Jinhui, and a faint scent of ink seeps out from the cracked cover.

"Come back!" A teacher exclaimed loudly among the teachers and students huddled together close to the train, his voice full of worry and fear.

Shen Suqiu turned around and just as she showed a happy expression as if she had found something important, the next moment, a flower of blood exploded on her leg.

The expression on Shen Suqiu's face froze, and then another line of blood spurted out from her shoulder.

The bullet went through her body, causing severe pain and making Shen Suqiu's vision go black.

He forced a smile at his classmates and teachers, then collapsed to the ground.

"Northeast Geography Textbook" fell to the ground along with Shen Suqiu, and the bright red dots on the pages were so eye-catching.

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The MG34 machine gun of the Type tank roared wildly, and the tracer bullets drew a deadly arc with a scarlet tail flame, like the scythe swung by the god of death, ruthlessly reaping lives.

The roars of light and heavy machine guns rose one after another, the sounds of gunfire of different calibers intertwined into a chilling symphony, and the bullets were like dense rainstorms, weaving an impenetrable web of death in the air, making it hard to breathe.

The firepower array composed of more than 200 military police and the uniform firing rhythm of their rifles were deafening.

The whistling sound of bullets breaking through the air and the crisp sound of shell casings falling to the ground intertwined, like a melody of death.

This horrific outburst of fire lasted for a full five minutes. During this long period of time, every second was filled with the threat of death. Time seemed to be infinitely stretched, and every gunshot was like the footsteps of death approaching.

The military police's firepower network is like a sophisticated killing machine, ruthlessly screening out the garrison soldiers and spies who are slightly slow to react.

Those who were not clever enough, slow to act, or unlucky fell in this rain of steel.

When Yuto Amada gave the order to stop shooting, the last bullet casing fell to the ground with a "click", and the entire battlefield fell into silence in an instant.

There was no one standing towards the platform.

The garrison troops and secret agents lay in a pool of blood, and the teachers and students of Nankai University lay on the ground in fear, holding their heads tightly with their hands and trembling all over.

Those foreign journalists who were usually fearless lost their courage at this moment, curled up on the ground, and dared not even breathe.

A second ago, this place was a hell on earth with gunfire and smoke everywhere.

The next moment, all the noise stopped abruptly, as if the whole world had been muted.

Only the low roar of the tank engine, like the panting of a giant beast, and the occasional painful howl of the wounded soldiers on the ground broke the suffocating silence.

The air seemed to be frozen, filled with thick smoke and the smell of blood, so heavy that it made it hard to breathe.

The surviving garrison soldiers looked pale and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

They raised their heads cautiously and looked in the direction of the tanks and warehouses in horror.

The scene before them made them shudder. The ferocious firepower was far beyond their imagination. Not only did they have the support of advanced tanks, but the enemy's marksmanship was also terrifyingly accurate. Anyone who showed their head would be killed instantly. Their combat effectiveness was in no way inferior to the empire's well-trained elite troops.

They were filled with doubts and fear. How could such a strong resistance force appear in Tianjin? Hadn't the main Chinese army already evacuated?

Yiga Chengye, who was hiding behind a pillar, and Zhang Jinhui, who had mixed in with the teachers and students of Nankai University, struggled to recover from their shock.

Those two Type 2 tanks are so eye-catching. This kind of German-made tank is only owned by the gendarmerie!

But why! Why is this!

They couldn't figure out why the military police suddenly appeared here and launched an attack without any warning?