Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Matsui Iwane stood at the railing with his back to the crowd, watching the sound of waves hitting the hull below.

He spoke slowly, his voice as cold as the deep sea. "Notify them. Transfer those soldiers who are still strong and whose conditions are relatively mild to the naval destroyers. Gather our remaining medicines and treat them first."

He paused, and when he turned around, the sunlight cast an eerie shadow on his gloomy face. "Remember to have them take their regimental flags. Even if... there's only one flag left, they should leave a spark for their respective regiments."

"Commander!" Fujita Chika struggled to his feet, his boots scraping harshly against the deck. "Those guys are great! They'll definitely make it through this!"

His voice trembled with excitement. "We'll reach Port Arthur in just over a day! As long as they reach shore and receive proper medical treatment... please give them another chance! I swear to you in the name of a warrior, they will definitely be able to return to the battlefield!"

Matsui Iwane forced a grimace. "Of course I believe in their willpower. But..." His voice suddenly dropped. "We must prepare for the worst."

He walked up to Fujita Chika and said, "Go and convey the order. If... I mean if, if the situation really reaches a point where it cannot be reversed..." His gaze passed Fujita Chika and looked at the dark sea in the distance without continuing.

After a long time, Fujita Chika let out a suppressed roar: "Hi!" This response contained endless pain and unwillingness.

"Your Excellency the Commander!"

Yamamuro Munetake suddenly shouted excitedly, "It's definitely the supply ship's problem! There's something wrong with the food and water being delivered to the soldiers!

The soldiers all felt unwell after eating!

Only the special food we, the senior officers, used was spared!" At this point, Yamamuro Munetake's voice suddenly rose: "Commander! You must deal with those dead soldiers! This is murder! It's pure murder!"

"Shut up!" Matsui Iwane's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he slowly took off his military cap, revealing his gray hair.

"Don't forget where we are now, on a navy ship! We are relying on them to transport the troops to Shanghai!"

Matsui Iwane said word by word: "I still need their ships to transport soldiers to the battlefield!"

Seeing Yamamuro Munetake gritting his teeth and lowering his head, Matsui Iwane's expression eased slightly.

He walked over to the two of them, his voice extremely low, as if squeezed out from his chest, each word trembling with distortion: "I'm not blind or stupid... The navy tampered with the food, can't I see such a thing?"

He suddenly sneered, the sound like a knife scraping across a rusty iron pipe. "But they're so good at it! They even kill their own people! There are quite a few sailors who are infected with the disease."

"But..." Fujita Chika's voice trembled with anxiety. "I haven't heard of any deaths in the navy! One-third of my Third Division has been killed so far!"

"Who told you they didn't die?"

Matsui Iwane's face suddenly turned grim, and deep wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes. "Of course there are casualties in the navy! Didn't you see those small boats running like crazy between the ships? They're transferring the sick!"

He slammed the railing and muttered, "Look how quickly they reacted! They immediately isolated us without a single word leaking out! We were the only ones foolish enough to think it was just seasickness!!!"

Yamamuro Munetake and Fujita Chika stared at each other blankly. The latter's Adam's apple rolled twice, and his voice became dry: "You mean... the navy even killed its own people... This is too... "

"The truth isn't important right now. Pursuing it will be a matter for the future," Matsui Iwane interrupted him, his voice suddenly rising before quickly lowering, "The decision has been made back home to swap your 3rd and 11th Divisions with the Kwantung Army's 2nd and 12th Divisions."

Matsui Iwane pulled out a telegram and shook it. "I've already spoken with General Ueda. You and your troops will be stationed in Manchuria to rest and recuperate until you've recovered your combat effectiveness."

Yamamuro Munetake clenched his fists tightly: "When I left my homeland, I was determined to make great achievements! But now... the soldiers are dying of illness on this damn ship before they even set foot on Chinese soil.

What is this? I don't even have a chance to be loyal to the Emperor!"

Matsui Iwane turned silently and looked towards the sea. His profile looked like a stone statue soaked in seawater. "Be patient."

His voice calmed down, carrying a certain weariness that came from a lifetime of experience: "The more soldiers who survive, the faster your division's combat effectiveness will recover."

He turned his head and glanced at his two subordinates: "They are all veterans who have undergone long-term training. One more death is a loss to the empire.

The most important thing for you now is to encourage the soldiers, let them persevere and get through this difficult time! Do you understand? "

"Hi!" Fujita Chika and Yamamuro Munetake bowed in response at the same time.

Matsui Iwane looked back at the transport fleet surrounded by destroyers and muttered to himself, "Army! After all, we can't pin our hopes on the Navy..."

His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it was like a blunt knife cutting into everyone's heart: "We also need our own fleet! Our own ships..." The sea breeze picked up his words and let them drift away in the sea breeze.

The two people standing behind him nodded in unison.

Yamamuro Munetake looked at the commander's lonely back and thought of the soldiers who started vomiting three days ago. They curled up on the deck like fish washed ashore by the tide, opening their mouths in vain but unable to make even a complete groan.

Anger and disgust towards the Navy reached a peak. . . .

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Kyoto, Army Ministry Building

The heavy wooden door at the end of the corridor burst open, as if it was torn open by an invisible hand.

The corridor echoed with the rapid tapping of military boots, mixed with the rustling of documents and papers being roughly shuffled.

The glass windows of the conference room were buzzing and the roar coming from inside almost blew the walls off.

"How dare the Navy idiot..."

"Do they want to start a war with our army?!"

"Court-martial those bastards in white coats!"

Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of leather shoes coming from the end of the corridor, coming closer and closer, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal buttons colliding.

The door to the conference room was flung open, and representatives from the Navy Ministry filed in. Their uniforms were neatly trimmed, the gold star badges on their chests gleaming coldly under the light, but their faces held an elusive calm.

The air solidified instantly.

The generals of the Ministry of War seemed to have been paused, their roars coming to an abrupt halt. Instead, there was a deathly silence, with only the ticking of the wall clock recording this strange moment.