Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

After finishing his reading, Naozaburo Okabe respectfully stepped back two steps and sat down on the chair behind Terauchi Juichi.

As the chief of staff, he could only be assigned such a lonely chair. Those major generals and brigade commanders could only stand against the wall and were not even qualified to sit down.

Sitting at the main seat at the conference table, Terauchi Hisaichi slowly straightened his back, and the star-shaped shoulder insignia on his head flashed a cold light under the light.

Except for the special person Zhou Zhengqing, all those who could sit around the conference table were lieutenant generals and division commanders.

This strict hierarchical division silently demonstrates the power structure within the Japanese army.

"The 108th and 109th Divisions are being urgently organized on the mainland." Terauchi Juichi's voice was as rough and forceful as sandpaper. "They are expected to be deployed to the North China battlefield next month."

Terauchi Juichi suddenly turned to Zhou Zhengqing and said, "In addition, the training work of the local military police school is being stepped up. The new military police teams in Peking and Tianjin will come to China with the 108th and 109th Divisions.

At that time, I will trouble General Takazaki to take charge of the training."

These words caused the division commanders present to exchange meaningful glances.

Itagaki Seishirō stroked the hilt of his sword, as if thinking about something.

Nakajima Imao narrowed his eyes and his gaze moved back and forth between Zhou Zhengqing and Terauchi Hisaichi.

Zhou Zhengqing nodded slightly, with an imperceptible gleam in his eyes.

There is a hidden meaning behind Terauchi Hisaichi's words. Is the military department really planning to hand over the full command of the military police system to him?

As he was thinking, Terauchi Juichi seemed to read his mind. He turned to the division commanders present and said in a suddenly raised voice, "Also, the Army Ministry has made a resolution."

Terauchi Hisaichi slammed his finger on the table. "From now on, all military police from all army divisions will be incorporated into the Imperial Military Police of the Empire of Japan!"

The air in the conference room froze instantly.

Itagaki Seishirō's hand, which was fiddling with the sword's tassel, stopped, Nakajima Imago's pupils suddenly contracted, and Kawagishi Fumisaburo also unconsciously straightened his back.

Terauchi Hisaichi's eyes swept across the crowd like a knife: "The division commanders only retain temporary command over the military police of their respective divisions!

Important tasks must first be reported to the Military Police Headquarters!"

Zhou Zhengqing's fingertips trembled slightly under the table.

The sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a sharp golden line on his white gloves, just like the power that was about to be obtained.

"General!" Itagaki Seishirō suddenly stood up, his dark face filled with shock. "I'm afraid..."

"This is the official decision of His Majesty the Emperor and the top brass of the Army Ministry!" Terauchi Hisaichi interrupted sharply, slamming a document with a bright red seal on the table. "If you have any objections, you can appeal directly to the court!"

The conference room fell into dead silence.

Naosaburo Okabe's pen hovered above the notebook, and the ink dripped out, creating a deep blue smudge.

The brigade commanders standing against the wall all held their breath, as if even the sound of their heartbeats would be an infringement.

All the generals and officers present knew that from this moment on, this young military police commander had become the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the Japanese troops in North China.

Outside the window, a crow suddenly flapped its wings and flew over, its shadow passing across the conference room window, like an ominous omen.

Zhou Zhengqing was both excited and confused.

My fingertips trembled slightly under the table, and thunder exploded in my mind. What on earth happened in the mainland?

How could His Majesty the Emperor suppress the military so forcefully?

This is clearly intended to turn the gendarmerie system into a "Jinyiwei" directly under the Emperor!

The scandal of Katsuki Seiji flashed through his mind like lightning.

Not only did it destroy two Type A divisions, but it also plunged the Shanghai Marines into a difficult battle. . . . How could the Navy Department let this go?

If the Emperor were to take advantage of this situation...

He could almost imagine the undercurrents surging in Tokyo at that moment: the scene of the Navy Minister clapping his hands in applause, the sullen faces of the senior army officers, and the unfathomable smile of His Majesty the Emperor. . . .

What a brilliant chess game this is!

"I have to let Jingren find out what his adopted brother has to say..." Zhou Zhengqing thought secretly, but he didn't show any expression on his face.

The more I thought about it, the smile on my lips could no longer be suppressed, and it spread like ripples on my lips.

This power bestowed from heaven is even more perfect than expected.

As long as you operate well, you can truly control the power of all the military police!

Then all the actions of the Japanese divisions will no longer be a secret to me!

Terauchi Juichi's voice suddenly came: "General Takazaki seems to be very satisfied with this arrangement?" The meaningful gaze swept across his face like a searchlight.

Zhou Zhengqing stood up calmly, his white gloves gently stroking the hilt of his saber. "It is an honor for a minister to share your majesty's worries." As he bowed slightly, the star-shaped epaulettes on his shoulders shone brightly in the light. "I will do my utmost to live up to your majesty's grace."

"Yoshi!" Terauchi Juichi nodded again, and then said meaningfully: "You kid, remember what I told you, everything should be done in moderation. We are all fishing on a fishing boat. If you go too far, the boat will capsize.

We all don’t want to see this, and His Majesty the Emperor certainly doesn’t want to see it either, so, you kid…”

"I understand what you mean." Zhou Zhengqing said in a serious tone.

But I really don’t agree with it.

There are always people under my command who worry that I lack ambition.

I am helpless about this.

I am innocent!

. . . . . . . . . . .

For the next two hours, the conference room was filled with the dull reports of the division commanders.

The Fifth Division's victory at Nankou, the Sixth Division's efforts to eliminate the remnants of the Chinese army, and the Tenth Division's preparations for advancing... These boring statistics gradually turned into meaningless white noise in Zhou Zhengqing's ears.

Terauchi Hisaichi sat in the main seat, nodding or frowning from time to time, but all he said were clichés like "We must speed up the pace of the attack" and "Pay attention to the logistics supply lines."

Zhou Zhengqing's white gloves gently stroked the edge of the teacup, and his thoughts had already drifted away.

These battle plans are just irrelevant topics and seem more like a formality.

As for major strategic adjustments, Terauchi Hisaichi had no consideration in this regard at all. All offensive plans and contingencies had already been formulated by the General Staff in Japan.

There is no need for Terauchi Hisaichi to re-formulate the plan. He just needs to push it forward step by step.

Just when Zhou Zhengqing was daydreaming, Terauchi Shouichi suddenly stood up, and this movement finally brought Zhou Zhengqing back to his senses.

I also knew that the meeting was coming to an end.

"Gentlemen, please know this!" Terauchi Hisaichi's voice was like a cannonball: "My late father, Marshal Masatake, once said during the Sino-Japanese War that the strategy of conquering China is like a chess game; when you make a move, you must break the enemy's bones!"

On the battle map behind him, the red arrow representing the direction of the Japanese attack was winding like a poisonous snake.