Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

As dusk deepened, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire city orange.

Zhou Zhengqing stood by the window of the second-floor office, tapping the window frame lightly with his fingertips, his eyes following the taillights of the black car as it moved away.

"Itai."

Itai Yudai strode forward quickly, his military boots making a slight sound as they stepped on the floor.

He stood beside Zhou Zhengqing and bowed slightly: "What are your orders, General?"

"What do you think Seiji Kazuki wants to do by suddenly sending so many weapons and equipment this time?" Zhou Zhengqing turned his head and his gaze lingered on Banjing's face for a moment.

Itai Yudai thought for a moment and replied cautiously: "General, we are all aware of the financial situation of the garrison.

Using weapons and equipment as compensation does seem like a helpless move. "My subordinates are stupid, are we putting too much pressure on them recently?"

Zhou Zhengqing didn't respond immediately. He looked out the window again. Several Japanese soldiers were walking slowly along the twilight street, and the faint hustle and bustle of the city could be heard in the distance. Over the course of a few days, the smell of gunpowder dissipated, and pedestrians began to appear on the streets.

After a long pause, Zhou Zhengqing slowly spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm. "Knowing we were reselling arms, Xiangyue Qingsi took the initiative to send us his inventory of equipment. How can such a good thing fall from the sky in this world?"

Itai Yudai immediately bowed and said, "I was inconsiderate. Please punish me, General."

"Don't be nervous." Zhou Zhengqing waved his hand. "You just suggested that after receiving this batch of equipment, Xu Sang should immediately cash it out?"

"Yes, General." Itai Yudai straightened up and said carefully. After thinking for a moment, he added, "Even if Kazuki Seiji really has some conspiracy, it would be better if the thing is not in our hands."

Zhou Zhengqing shook his head. "Yeah. We can't be impatient. The most important thing right now is to complete our established plan."

Turning to face Ban Jing, Zhou Zhengqing's eyes became sharp. "No matter what Xiangyue Qingji is planning, as long as he falls first, other problems will naturally be solved."

"But..." Itai Yudai hesitated, "These are thousands of rifles, hundreds of thousands of rounds of ammunition, hundreds of boxes of grenades, and dozens of light and heavy machine guns and mortars. If Xu Sang resells them to the Chinese..."

"Oh?" Zhou Zhengqing raised his eyebrows.

Seeing this, Itai Yudai bravely continued, "This income is quite considerable. If we can get Xu Sang to sell the goods to Shanghai, it can also increase the firepower of the Chinese... perhaps it will be beneficial to our plan."

There was a brief silence in the office.

Zhou Zhengqing walked to the desk, tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and frowned slightly.

Outside the window, the last ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, giving his profile a golden outline.

Finally, Zhou Zhengqing spoke up, "The Chinese Central Army is well-equipped, many of which are imported from Germany. Their quality is no worse than that of the Empire. The rifles and bullets we have won't be of much use."

Itai Yudai nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "But General, didn't you assert last time that the Chinese would be defeated? Since their weapons are no worse than the Empire's..."

"Does fighting a war depend on just one person?" Zhou Zhengqing asked back.

"Don't you just rely on your own bravery?" Itai Yudai asked with blinking eyes.

"Haha, the military's promotion of the Bushido spirit and emphasis on personal bravery is just a means of brainwashing and strengthening the loyalty of soldiers. Behind the scenes, the Empire has spent a lot of effort on weaponry and equipment.

The navy's huge ships and cannons cost an unknown amount of military expenditure.

Now is the time to compete with equipment and firepower. If you don’t have these, you can only compete with people and beliefs!

China has not yet transformed from an agricultural country to an industrial country, and is already at a disadvantage. Shanghai is bound to be lost!

It's a pity that the Chinese government hasn't realized this, or perhaps they have realized it but are still taking chances! "

Zhou Zhengqing spoke slowly, his tone becoming somewhat heavy at the end.

After hearing this, Itai Yudai fell silent. He actually didn't care whether the Chinese would fail. He was more concerned about how to make the imperial army suffer losses, and it would be best if both sides suffered losses.

Zhou Zhengqing turned around, the afterglow of the setting sun dancing on the epaulettes of his military uniform: "Cannons, tanks, fighter planes, warships... Shanghai is a coastal city, and the empire's heavy firepower can be poured out without any scruples.

How can the Chinese resist? Flesh and blood?

The range and power of artillery, the armor protection of tanks, and the air superiority of aircraft... these are the keys to victory or defeat."

Pointing out the window at the distant city skyline, he said, "Shanghai may be big, but where can we hide? Once the Empire's naval forces gain air superiority, their bombers can conduct carpet bombing."

What good are all the rifles without anti-aircraft firepower?"

"Then...if we can get a large number of artillery, armored vehicles and tanks, plus fighter jets that can fight for air supremacy..." Itai Yudai asked tentatively.

Zhou Zhengqing turned around, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes. "What a wild thought! Do you think weapons just fall from the sky?"

Itai Yudai gave an awkward smile and said nothing more. Silence fell over the office once again, with only the rising evening breeze outside the window gently ruffling the curtains.

The skylight outside the window has faded to lead gray.

Zhou Zhengqing loosened the collar of his military uniform, slowly sat down, and looked up at the copper chandelier on the ceiling.

The dim light spread in the glass lampshade, casting mottled light and shadow on his well-defined profile.

"Kazuki Seiji..." His voice was so soft that it almost disappeared into the twilight: "What on earth are you planning?"

"Keep an eye on the movements of the sea transport ship during this period and try to buy some time for the Chinese." Just as Itai Yudai was trying hard to prick up his ears to hear what Zhou Zhengqing was muttering, Zhou Zhengqing suddenly spoke.

"Also... I'm considering sending a small team to Shanghai."

"Going to Shanghai?!" Itai Yudai raised his head sharply, his voice rising unconsciously. "General, are you really going to send people there? Once the battle starts, it'll be a battlefield! It's different from North China. We might be driven out to sea! Our people..."

"No hurries."

Zhou Zhengqing turned his head, a smile on his lips: "I'm not sending you there."

Seeing that Itai Yudai's straightened back had visibly relaxed, Zhou Zhengqing shook his head in amusement. "The person hasn't been decided yet, why are you so nervous? Besides, the navy's warships are anchored at sea. If anything really happens, we can just retreat to the warships."

"Hey, General, you misunderstood!"

Itai Yudai laughed dryly, but his ears turned red. "I'm not afraid of danger, it's just... I just want to stay with you more and learn more."

While saying this, Itai Yudai secretly observed Zhou Zhengqing's expression. Seeing that the other party raised an eyebrow, he quickly added: "I will go find Yunzi and ask her to analyze what Xiangyue Qingsi is planning."

"Yoshi." Zhou Zhengqing waved his hand, but his eyes followed the hurriedly departing figure of Itai Yudai, and an unfathomable dark light flashed in his eyes.

"Even you sensed the danger in Shanghai! Ban Jing, I actually considered sending you there before! Now it seems that I need to find someone else."

Zhou Zhengqing thought secretly in his heart that he just wanted to get first-hand information about the war in real time and he didn't want the military police to do anything.

Just as Itai Yudai said before, with just these few people, they wouldn't be able to make a single splash if they were thrown into a battlefield like the Battle of Shanghai.