Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

This was a charge launched in the darkness of the night. . . .

The purpose was not to drive the Chinese army out of the concession, but simply to use the attack to delay the Chinese preparation time and buy rest time for the regular Marines who fought during the day.

The moon's light completely lost its effect on the front line of this war, leaving only chaotic darkness.

Relying on the vague memory left by his observation from the second-floor window of the consulate during the day, Aoki groped forward step by step.

All the muscles in his body were tense like a drawn bowstring, and sweat soaked his tight-fitting shirt, sticking coldly to his back.

My ears were filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the scraping of my shoes against gravel, and the pounding of my own heartbeat.

The heavy Type 38 rifle in my hand brought a strange sense of security.

On the right side in front, behind the broken wall of a warehouse with its roof blown off, an extremely short, almost instantaneous, blinding white light suddenly shot out!

"Bang...!"

The sound of gunfire followed, as sharp as a piece of metal piercing deep into the eardrum.

Aoki's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip!

He didn't even see which hole in the wall the deadly flames shot out from. He only felt a sudden burning and tearing sensation on his right earlobe, as if it had been plowed by a red-hot piece of iron!

"Ah!" A short, uncontrollable scream of pain came out of his throat, and he didn't even realize it was made by him.

Aoki suddenly fell to the left, and his whole body hit a slippery brick wall. Rotten moss mixed with cold mud and dust instantly covered half of his face.

There seemed to be something hot and wet flowing on my cheeks.

I reached out my hand tremblingly to touch my right ear. My fingertips felt a slippery, sticky, and warm sensation, accompanied by a sharp, stabbing pain.

The ear is still there, but half of the auricle is missing, and there is a hideous gap where you touch it!

The cold fear was like an invisible iron claw, tightly gripping his heart and almost suffocating him.

Military merit... To stand out... To wash away the shame! These burning words instantly turned cold, leaving only the sharp pain of the bullet tearing through flesh and the cold touch of hot blood crawling across his neck like maggots.

"Shoot! Suppress! Damn cowards, shoot!" The skinny old soldier's roar came from the darkness, his voice distorted by anger and fear.

Crazy tongues of fire suddenly shot out from the darkness beside him and rushed towards the ruins of the warehouse.

"Bang... bang. bang..." The bullets hit the broken walls, splashing out dazzling orange-red sparks.

Brick and stone fragments and dust fell down. Aoki curled up in the corner of the wall, biting his lower lip so tightly that it almost bleeds.

The stench of blood filled the nasal cavity, and every breath caused the tear on the side of the ear to hurt, causing unbearable pain.

He pressed his face against the cold mud wall. The rough fabric of his police uniform rubbed against the wound on his face, bringing a numbing burning sensation.

He tried desperately to suppress the heavy gasps and whimpers from deep in his throat.

He raised the rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger towards where the bullet came from.

Pull the bolt several times until the gun is empty.

After taking out a new bullet from his pocket and inserting it, Takeshige Aoki noticed that the sound of gunfire was gradually fading away.

He panted, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to stick his head out from behind the damp and cold wall to observe the situation.

The darkness was dead silent, with only the moonlight passing through a few fresh bullet holes on the rubble, reflecting a cold light.

Gone? Or... dead?

There was only one thought buzzing in his mind: get out of this damn corner and go to a more open place. He must let the superiors see him and he must charge!

"I'm here! The Chinese pig was killed! It was their secret sentry! We were discovered!" He reported with a dry throat.

"boom!"

A burning sensation suddenly exploded on the cheekbone of the left cheek!

It wasn't a direct hit by the bullet, but it was hit by the gravel raised by the bullet!

But the powerful and burning impact suddenly threw his head to the right!

The skin felt like it was being scraped by a red-hot iron. The burning pain accompanied by the burning sensation of torn flesh rushed straight to the forehead, and half of the face became numb in an instant.

Hot liquid, probably blood, flowed down his cheeks into his mouth, tasting salty, fishy and astringent.

The gunshot seemed to come from the other side! A closer and more difficult angle.

Damn it, damn the Chinese for shooting me in the back! They don't dare to fight me in an upright manner!

Aoki Takeshige was filled with shock and anger, and he didn't think at all that his and his men's attack under the cover of night was also a sneak attack.

The next moment, dense bullets whizzed from the front like raindrops.

I could hear the dull thud of bullets piercing flesh and exploding, as well as the screams and dying sobs of my companions. . .

Without the chance to utter a complete sound, all of Aoki Takeshige's bravery and rationality were shattered at this moment.

The instinct for survival overrides everything!

Using his hands and feet, he rolled and crawled like a wild dog whose tail was stepped on, and rushed to the back of a half-collapsed low wall beside him.

He tripped and fell almost face down into a narrow drainage ditch at the base of the wall that was filled with dark green, foul-smelling mud and water.

The sticky and smelly mud instantly wrapped around Takeshi Aoki's knees and palms, and the cold and slippery filth seeped through his military pants.

He could no longer feel the stones at the bottom of the ditch and the unknown sharp objects piercing his skin.

He just curled up as tightly as he could, wishing he could dive into the stinking mud and water.

The Type 38 rifle had already rolled into the mud.

He vomited violently, and the little acid in his stomach mixed with blood foam was vomited into the dark green mud.

Time seemed to freeze, and the sound of gunfire rang out around him, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse, like the death-demons' drumbeats, but it seemed that they were no longer concentrated on him.

Aoki collapsed in the cold mud, his whole body penetrated by a biting chill. Every breath was filled with the stench of mud and blood, which caused the burning wounds on his cheeks and ears.

The blood on his cheek was still flowing, dripping into the mud ditch in front of him.

He didn't dare to think about any lofty ambitions. The only thing in his mind was the brief white light in the warehouse and the burning wind when the bullet grazed his cheek.

"Bastard... Chinese beast..." He suppressed the spasms caused by vomiting and roared and cursed silently in his throat, but his voice was muffled by the mud and water, and he only spit out a few vague bubbles.

A deep humiliation and extreme fear stirred and boiled in his body.

We can’t just rot in the mud like this!

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, Takeshige Aoki slowly groped for the fallen gun, and struggled to grasp the cold and rough gun body with his hands covered in black mud.

He needed a chance, a chance to prove that he was not a coward! He had to do something!

Just then...

“Snap! Snap! Da da da da…!”

Gunshots suddenly rang out in a relatively intact two-story house in front of him on the left. It seemed to be the accounting office of a cotton mill before, and now dense tongues of flames were spewing out of the windows.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce counterattack was heard from behind a ruin on the side and rear.

The bullet made a strange chirping sound as it flew past the void not far above his head at high speed.

Opportunity! Chaos! A light rekindled in his cloudy eyes.

Must go!