Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The night on the battlefield became like mushy porridge, muddy, sticky and suffocating.

The green ghostly flames of the incendiary bombs licked the broken building silhouettes. Each lick briefly tore through the deep darkness, but was quickly stitched back together by thicker smoke and a burning smell.

The broken frames of the buildings stood like huge, skinned and gutted skeletons, propped up on the ruins. The blackened windows were like their eye sockets without eyeballs, staring numbly at every inch of burning land in purgatory.

The air was heavy, no longer air, but a mixture of impurities and poisonous gases leaking from the boiling furnace. With one breath, the lungs were filled with the stench of burnt oil, the sweet smell of rotting corpses, and the bitter taste of sulfur and rust.

Every dull cannon shot was like a hammer hitting the flesh of a ripe melon, with a dull tearing sound that shook the earth and all the struggling ants on it.

The remaining remnants of the expatriate stormtroopers were squeezed into a gully of rubble that could barely be called a street.

Takeshige Aoki felt that his body was no longer his own, but just a crude machine that had been worn out, with dislocated parts, rusted joints and filled with fear iron sand.

The burn marks on his cheeks stung like living things under the smoke and sweat, and every time his heart beat violently and unreasonably, the scars seemed to be about to burst open.

He leaned his back against the cold broken wall, and the biting chill from the bottom of his heart penetrated into his body and pierced his spine.

The wooden-handled grenade that rolled to his feet just now almost made his heart stop. Fortunately, with the blessing of Amaterasu, the grenade did not explode at the last moment.

His right hand nervously groped his chest repeatedly, feeling nothing but emptiness and a greasy, cold sensation. The "Patrolman" badge on his chest had long since disappeared.

Was it lost when his hat was blown off during the first charge, or was it scratched off while he was crawling for his life behind the broken wall?

do not know.

After the little proof that he was "beyond the ordinary" disappeared, all that was left was this empty, blood-stained cotton pocket pressed against his wildly beating heart.

suddenly!

A hysterical roar in Japanese, like a trapped beast on the verge of death, broke the stagnant, desperate silence.

A group of soldiers wearing navy blue Marine uniforms and white bandages wrapped around their arms emerged like ghosts from behind the collapsed rubble on the flank.

They were also covered in gunpowder and blood, but the gleam in their deep-set eye sockets was as cold and crazy as a sword drawn from its sheath.

Leading the group was a second lieutenant, his cheek exposed beneath the brim of his hat covered in bloody scratches, the bandage wrapped around half his forehead had long been soaked with brown blood plasma, one of his eyes was even a little cloudy, but the light in the other eye was whiter and colder than the fangs of a wild beast.

What he held tightly in his hand was not a gun, but a saber stained with sticky black and red liquid that slowly flowed down the blade groove. The tip of the knife pointed at the people in the ravine who were limp like dead fish. The sound was like sandpaper grinding against bones:

"Pave the way for us! This is the glorious moment bestowed upon you by the Empire of Japan! Use your lives to crash into that damn street! Sacrifice yourself for His Majesty the Emperor! Charge!!!"

This order was like an invisible whip, severely lashing the fleeing overseas Chinese armed soldiers who had already lost their fighting spirit.

"Get up! You trash! Are you a disgrace to the empire?!" The sound of kicking mixed with Japanese insults was extremely harsh.

"Use your bodies! Block the bullets of the Chinese army! Crawl forward! Crawl over!" The cold butt of the gun hit his back, making a dull sound that made his teeth ache.

"Open a passage for us! This is an order! Get through now!"

The expatriates were stunned by this sudden and violent expulsion, and then broke into shrill and distorted wails and desperate resistance.

"No....!"

"We are Japanese! We are one of us!"

“Mom…!”

The sounds of pleading, cursing, and struggling mixed together in a chaotic chaos.

Someone tried to get up, but was pushed to the ground by the person behind him.

Someone curled up and held his head, crying and wailing, and was immediately pressed against the throat by the sharp edge of the bayonet, with the cold death pressing against his skin.

A few sporadic and terrifying bullets shot from the darkness opposite, instantly knocking down the two figures pushed to the front. The way they fell was like an overfilled rice bag sinking into the water.

Driven by fear and the desire to survive, some people began to crawl forward along the cold ground like lizards.

Aoki Takeshige was also pushed forward by a huge, irresistible force. It was definitely an ice-cold bayonet handle, stabbing directly into his lower back!

Pain and extreme fear instantly overwhelmed all senses.

There was only a sharp buzzing in his head, blood rushing to his head, but his body fell forward uncontrollably due to the huge inertia.

Everything before him, the burning flames, the pervasive smoke, the figures of his companions torn apart by bullets, the distorted and hideous mouth shapes of the Marines, all seemed to be seen through a layer of thick and sticky blood plasma, distorted and blurred.

"Forward! Subjects of the Emperor! Make way for the empire!" The bloody saber slashed the air again, pointing to the uncovered death zone ahead.

The crowd was like a flock of sheep, driven towards the slaughterhouse by the naked blade!

In the chaos, Aoki was almost swept up in the dirty crowd, half crawling and half rolling forward for dozens of meters.

Every step felt like walking barefoot over red-hot charcoal.

The bullets were like the thunder before a summer storm, whistling above and beside my head!

Puff! Crash! That was the muffled sound of the bullet piercing flesh!

Crack! That was the sharp sound of bones breaking!

All I could hear were the screams and tearing cries of death!

suddenly!

An even more crazy and violent torrent gushed out from the crumbling windows of the broken buildings and the rubble on the other side!

Like a swarm of completely enraged bees!

It’s the Chinese army’s counterattack!

The cold gleam of the bayonet, the blazing flames from the muzzle, and the raging roar that seemed to tear the throat apart like a tsunami! The roar merged into a sound that was as powerful as the collapse of heaven and earth:

"kill...!"

"Drive the Japanese into the Huangpu River..."

Crowd!

They collided madly! Bayonet to bayonet! Hand-to-hand combat!

The roars and howls of the dying instantly drowned out all other sounds! The dark streets instantly turned into a meat grinder!

The overseas Chinese who had just been driven out to serve as human shields were the first to bear the brunt of the attack.

Aoki's eyes blurred, and a familiar figure, Mr. Sato, the bald middle-aged man who had shared rice balls with him last night, suddenly began to convulse violently in front of him!

The conical single-edged bayonet on a Chinese regular rifle, with its rough bayonet tip mixed with sticky blood foam, suddenly poked out from his chest as his eyes widened in horror!

Sato's eyes suddenly met Aoki's unfocused and dull pupils, which were filled with incredible confusion, pain deep in the bones, and the emptiness before life quickly faded away.

Before he could even groan, the Chinese soldier kicked him in the lower back, roughly pulled him out along with the bayonet, and threw him aside.

Sato was like a heavy sandbag hitting the broken wall, his body sliding down weakly, the bloody hole in his chest instantly staining the ground with a large, shocking dark red.

The bloody stimulation caused an inhuman, almost dog-like whimper to come from the depths of Aoki's throat.

Having trained for a long time, he instinctively picked up the Type 38 rifle and thrust forward, thrust again and again...