Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Hasegawa Kiyoshi suddenly twisted his stiff neck, making a "cracking" sound.

He slumped in the swivel chair, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and the front of his military uniform was soaked with cold sweat.

The sporadic sound of gunfire coming from outside the window added to the annoyance.

"Commander!" The oak door of the office was violently slammed open again, and a staff officer from the headquarters rushed in, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath like a stranded fish.

Hasegawa Kiyoshi stood up suddenly, the battle map spread out on the table rustling with his hands. He narrowed his bloodshot eyes and asked, "What's going on? Could it be that the Chinese bullets have already hit the headquarters?"

"It's worse than that!" The staff officer rushed to his desk and handed over a telegram with trembling fingers: "Urgent message from mainland! The transport fleets of the 3rd and 11th Divisions... are turning towards Port Arthur!"

"What!" Hasegawa Kiyoshi grabbed the staff officer's collar.

Veins bulged on his temples, and Hasegawa Kiyoshi's voice was horribly hoarse. "Yesterday we received a telegram saying the fleet was speeding to Shanghai! Now you tell me they've gone to Manchuria?"

The staff officer coughed heavily and held up the telegram in his hand: "It's true!"

Hasegawa Kiyoshi snatched the telegram and scanned the densely packed text with trembling fingertips.

Suddenly, he threw the telegram on the table as if he was scalded, and the remaining tea in the cup splashed onto the battle plan map.

"Ridiculous!" He grabbed the telegram and read it again. "Boarded on the 18th, and today is only the 21st! In 72 hours, two divisions with tens of thousands of people have been infected with the disease?"

He grinned and ripped open his collar: "Don't you even dare to clearly state the specific symptoms?"

Chief of Staff Sugiyama Rokuzo had come closer without him noticing.

This officer, who always paid attention to his military appearance, now had his tie askew, his eyes wide open behind his glasses. He stared at the signature at the end of the telegram, his Adam's apple rolling up and down: "Yes... It's from the military..."

Suddenly, the whistling sound of a 150mm grenade was heard outside the window.

Hasegawa Kiyoshi was completely unaware. He glared and said, "Send a message to the escort fleet! What on earth is going on?!"

"General..." Sugiyama Rokuzo's voice was as soft as a mosquito: "Don't you think... this is too much of a coincidence?"

He swallowed hard. "Yesterday, the Army Ministry sent a telegram saying that the war situation in Shanghai needs to be reassessed... Tell me, have we been abandoned..."

Hasegawa Kiyoshi slowly turned around, took out a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard, and poured the liquid directly into his throat.

The alcohol burned his esophagus, but it couldn't extinguish the anger in his eyes.

"Call all senior staff." He suddenly smashed the bottle against the wall, and the amber liquid spread across the map. "I need to re-formulate the battle plan. Since the army wants to leave us here..."

With a cold laugh, Hasegawa Kiyoshi poked his finger heavily on the Huangpu River defense line: "Then our Marines cannot die here in vain. Send the order, prepare to give up..."

Outside the window, another shell exploded not far away. In the falling dust, Hasegawa Kiyoshi's figure looked particularly lonely and hideous.

"Report!" Another thunderous voice suddenly sounded.

Hasegawa Kiyomasa smashed the battle map with his fists. The muffled sound of his knuckles mixed with the sporadic gunfire outside the window was like a blunt knife scraping his nerves.

He raised his head suddenly, and the veins on his neck bulged like old tree roots: "Get in here!" The roar was wrapped in a strong smell of blood, which made everyone in the office tremble in their hearts.

The moment the door was thrown open, a signalman in khaki uniform hurried in. "Commander-in-Chief! Urgent message from General Matsui Iwane of the Shanghai Expeditionary Force!"

Hasegawa Kiyoshi snatched the telegram.

Shanghai Expeditionary Force Headquarters

Urgent Telegram No. 000

Commander of the Hongkou Naval Headquarters: Kiyoshi Hasegawa

拝 啓

The merging of the 3rd Division and the 11th Division has been completed. The special section of the incident has been reported to the Shanghai side. The reinforcements from the Shanghai side are temporarily unavailable. Now it is urgent to report to the Port Arthur side. In the face-to-face situation, we will investigate the case, your department will be responsible, and we will be strong and strong for several days, and we will invite you.

The Kwantung Army's 2nd Division and 12th Division have completed their emergency assembly and are now heading north to the center. After Matsui arrived in Lushun under the command of his division commander, he went straight to the south and went to the south, and his troops and communists went to the Shanghai war line to rescue and rescue the troops.

The whole army's morale is high, and its belief in victory is based on its mission. You are looking forward to your work.

Best regards

Commander of the Shanghai Expeditionary Force: Matsui Iwane

October X day X time, Showa 12

"Hold on?" Hasegawa Kiyoshi suddenly let out a dying howl of a wild beast, his entire face turning purple.

He grabbed the signalman by the collar and lifted him off the ground by his feet.

"There are three divisions of Chinese troops outside gnawing at our defenses! The shells have flattened the trenches!

What do you want me to hold on to?!"

He threw the signalman to the ground and ripped the telegram in two. The scraps of paper fell like snowflakes on the map. "Using the blood and flesh of the Marines to fill the holes in the Chinese's guns?!"

There was another muffled sound outside the window, shaking the glass.

Hasegawa Kiyoshi was completely unaware. He stumbled back two steps, his lower back bumping into the wine cabinet. The whiskey bottles tumbled to the ground with a clang, and the amber liquid formed a river on the ground. . . .

"Commander..." Chief of Staff Rokuzo Sugiyama adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes bloodshot behind the lenses. He reached out to steady his shaky commander.

"Send a message to the mainland immediately!"

Hasegawa Kiyoshi's voice suddenly became eerily calm, but his fingers tapped nervously on the table. "Tell those army idiots that if they don't send reinforcements..."

Hasegawa Kiyoshi gritted his teeth and said, "The Third Fleet Marines will be forced to retreat to the sea! Let them be prepared to bear the consequences of this decision, including the shame of losing Hongkou!"

Sugiyama Rokuzo shuddered.

He knew the weight of this sentence. Once the Third Fleet withdrew, it would not only mean the complete collapse of the Shanghai war situation, but would also destroy the Imperial Navy's decades of reputation.

But at this moment, there was a crazy flame dancing in Hasegawa Kiyoshi's eyes, as if he was about to draw his sword and chop someone in the next second.

"Hi!" Sugiyama Rokuzo bowed suddenly, with a suppressed tremor in his voice.

Outside the window, the whistling of shells and the sound of explosions echoed one after another. Hasegawa Kiyoshi slowly sat back in his chair, his eyes becoming dull.

"General..." Sugiyama Rokuzo spoke softly, his voice so light that it seemed to float in the smoke: "General Matsui said that the Kwantung Army's 2nd Division and 12th Division are assembling.

If we hold on to Yoshida, we might be able to wait until they arrive."

"A few days?" Hasegawa Kiyoshi suddenly sneered, his laughter carrying a biting chill. "It's enough for the Chinese to pile our bodies into a Jingguan."

He casually grabbed a bottle of whiskey and took a gulp, the liquor burning his throat. "Pass the order, the fleet's main guns prepare to fire at full force, let the Huangpu River turn into a river of blood!"