Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Crawl over!" Hu Jiaji roared and was the first to pounce on the iron fence.

His bloody hands grasped the railing tightly, and every step he took left a shocking bloody handprint on the iron bars.

Behind him, the soldiers followed suit.

When someone was shot and fell, new soldiers would immediately fill in. The iron fence was soon covered with figures climbing up bravely. From a distance, it looked like a rising battle flag of flesh and blood!

When the brave warriors of the 216th Regiment were about to break through the last line of defense, a deafening whistle suddenly came from the Huangpu River.

The armored cruiser "Izumo" of the Japanese Third Fleet led several gunboats including the Ataka, Atami, Hira, Hozu, and Seida, approaching the river bank like ghosts, with the black muzzles of their guns pointed towards the dock.

"Bombard! Take cover!" Before Hu Jiaji finished his warning, the first round of 203mm naval gun salvos had already torn through the morning mist.

A huge column of water mixed with steel and concrete fragments shot up into the sky, and the entire dock area was instantly shrouded in smoke.

The Japanese army ignored their own Marines who were still fighting on the dock and launched indiscriminate artillery fire.

The iron fence was torn to pieces like paper in front of the naval guns, and the soldiers of the 216th Regiment were overturned by the shock wave of the explosion before they could celebrate the breakthrough.

The last sight of Regimental Commander Hu Jiaji was him standing next to the crater created by the naval gun, axe held high. The next second, he was directly hit...

On the bloody night of August 8, almost all the members of the 21th Regiment died for their country.

At 8 a.m. on August 22, the 4th Division once again gathered its forces and launched a charge.

The tank company's only five remaining tanks roared mournfully, leading the infantry towards the ruined dock.

Taking advantage of the darkness before dawn, the vanguard finally broke into the core area of Huishan Wharf.

But what awaits them is an even more cruel hell.

The Japanese Third Fleet, three light cruisers, Natori, Kinu, and Yura, joined the bombardment sequence, and the 150mm naval guns plowed every inch of land in the dock area.

What was even more terrifying was that the carrier-based bombers that took off from the aircraft carrier Kaga dropped dense incendiary bombs, and the entire dock instantly turned into a sea of fire.

The infantry company at the forefront, hundreds of soldiers, were transformed into solidified charging statues in the flames...

When the sun finally rose, all that remained of the dock were burning wreckage and twisted steel.

In this attack, only dozens of Chinese soldiers retreated with burns all over their bodies.

On the charred uniforms, the armband of the 36th Division still stubbornly proves their identity.

This tragic charge, with blood, confirmed a cruel reality: without control of the sea and air, it would be almost impossible to completely drive the Japanese army back from the Huangpu River. . . .

November 1937, 8, Nanjing.

In the confidential room of the Second Division of the Military Intelligence Bureau, a telegraph machine began to beep rapidly. The duty officer hurried to the director's office, clutching a freshly translated message, his knuckles white from the strain.

"Director! Urgent telegram from Shanghai Station!" The staff officer's voice was filled with unconcealed excitement: "The Japanese reinforcements are experiencing significant delays!"

Dai Li suddenly raised his head from the pile of documents, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes behind his glasses.

He grabbed the telegram and scanned its contents with his eyes like a knife.

"We have just learned that the Japanese reinforcements originally scheduled for this purpose have been delayed and will not arrive as scheduled. It is estimated that it will take four to five days for the new reinforcements to reach Shanghai.

The source is reliable, and I respectfully submit this to the Chairman."

The corners of Dai Li's mouth rose slightly.

This is going to show up again!

He immediately grabbed the red dedicated phone on the table and said, "Connect to the Chairman's residence! Quick!"

Three hours later, this intelligence was presented at the Nanjing Command's combat meeting.

He Yingqin pointed to the battle map on the wall and said, "This is a godsend opportunity! The Japanese reinforcements haven't arrived yet. Our army should seize this window of opportunity to launch an all-out attack!"

A man stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, and the setting sun stretched his shadow very long.

After a long silence, he suddenly turned and said, "Send a telegram to Zhang Zhizhong, demanding that Hongkou be captured within five days! This battle is of vital importance to international reputation, and success is essential!"

Shanghai front.

Zhang Zhizhong stood in front of the sand table of the temporary command center, and the telegram in his hand was still trembling slightly.

The combat staff waited with bated breath, only hearing the ticking of the second hand of the wall clock.

"Send a message to all divisions." Zhang Zhizhong suddenly looked up and said in a steady and powerful voice, "Launch the general offensive tomorrow morning! Within five days, I want to see the Blue Sky, White Sun flag hoisted across every street in Hongkou!"

In the darkness of the night, the signalman rushed out.

In the distance, on the other side of the Huangpu River towards Hongkou, one could vaguely see beams of light from Japanese searchlights cutting through the night sky.

A life-and-death battle that will determine the fate of Shanghai is about to unfold in this five-day countdown.

1937年8月23日凌晨4时17分，苏州河北岸的夜空被三发红色信号弹骤然撕裂。

Private Kobayashi Hisasaku of the Japanese Navy Special Marine Corps, who was stationed at Hongkou Park, was holding a telescope with his hand frozen in mid-air. The scarlet trail of the flare was still on his retina, and his eardrums were hurt by the overwhelming sound of artillery fire.

The first round of artillery shells hit the Japanese barricades in Hongkou with a sharp whistling sound, throwing sandbags, steel plates and human limbs ten meters into the air.

"The Chinese Army! The Chinese Army is attacking again!"

When Masao Nakamura, chairman of the Japanese Residents Association in the International Settlement, jumped up from the tatami in shock, the stained glass windows in his bedroom were being shattered by flying shrapnel.

The fifty-three-year-old textile merchant subconsciously grabbed the Type 38 rifle at the head of his bed, but heard the terrifying sound of fleeing erupting from the entire Wenjianshi Road. Wooden clogs made a crisp sound like a sudden rain on the road surface, and cries in Shanghai dialect, curses in Japanese and exclamations in English were intertwined in the smoke.

Through the broken window, Nakamura saw several Japanese housewives in their nightgowns dragging their children towards the air-raid shelter. Behind them, a mortar shell had turned the guard post at the intersection into a burning skeleton.

On the top floor of the Municipal Council Building, British military observer Captain Thomson's Zeiss telescope reflected a breathtaking picture.

Thousands of Chinese soldiers poured in like a tide from multiple directions including North Sichuan Road and Wusong Road.

The unique M35 helmets of the German-equipped divisions shone coldly in the morning light, and the assault formations of four people demonstrated their rigorous training.

The forefront blasting team has used explosive packs to tear open the barbed wire fence of the Nippon Yusen Kaisha building, and the blue sky and white sun armband can be vaguely seen flashing in the smoke.

Thomson's pen trembled as he wrote on his notepad: "04:35, the Chinese army carried out its first organized assault within the concession..."

<font style="vertical-align: inherit;">November 1</font>

At 9: a.m., a dazzling flash suddenly appeared on the surface of the Huangpu River.

The roar of the 203mm main gun of the cruiser "Izumo" shattered the glass curtain walls of the Bund buildings, and the T-shaped artillery formation composed of six Japanese ships spewed out the fire of death.

The Suzuki Hospital position that the Chinese army had just captured turned into a sea of fire in the first round of volleys. The four-story brick-concrete building collapsed like a house of cards, and more than 80 soldiers were buried instantly.

In the smoke, a medicine cabinet was blown away by the air wave and disintegrated in the air. Sulfonamide powder and human body parts mixed into a strange pink mist.