Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

In the heart of the Shura field! The Marines displayed a precision and cruelty completely different from the chaos, like cold machines.

They formed an iron triangle formation in groups of three or four, with their backs to each other. The long rifles with bayonets in their hands were like the tongues of poisonous snakes. Every stab and teasing carried a tricky and vicious trajectory!

The movements were simple and efficient, even carrying a certain dance-like rhythm, but it was a ritual that belonged only to the god of death!

Once the Chinese soldiers get close, they will immediately be caught in a storm of blood and flesh by this efficient harvest!

Especially the second lieutenant holding the saber! He had completely abandoned command and transformed into a mad killing beast!

The saber in his hand transformed into a streak of cold lightning! Blood splattered wherever the blade passed!

"Puchi!" The tip of the knife accurately pierced the throat of a young Chinese soldier who was rushing towards him. With a flip of the wrist, a huge bloody wound with hideous skin and flesh was cut open horizontally!

Before the soldier could fall, he turned around and stepped forward, the knife flashing from bottom to top, slashing up from the ribs of a strong master soldier who was wrestling with a Marine's gun!

The sharp saber cut through the Chinese soldier's uniform like cutting paper, and the connection between the skin, flesh and ribs made a scratching sound that made people's scalp numb!

"Ah!" The Chinese soldier let out a terrifying howl, and half of his body was deformed!

The lieutenant didn't even look at the result, his feet slid, and the knife flashed again, like the scythe of the god of death, emitting a cold light again under the dim moonlight and firelight!

Warm blood beads splattered densely on his blood-stained bandages and face blackened by gunpowder smoke. He even stuck out his tongue to lick the blood that splashed on the corner of his mouth. The fishy and sweet taste of rust seemed to make him even more excited and furious!

"Ah! Ah! Death..." Every time the blade enters the flesh, it is accompanied by a roar from hell!

Suddenly, Aoki Takeshige was hit by a heavy body, and the instantaneous impact almost made him lose his breath!

It was another overseas Chinese who was kicked backwards and hit Aoki Takeshige hard.

Just when Aoki Takeshige couldn't help but curse out loud, a huge flash of light several times brighter than sunlight suddenly erupted less than twenty meters in front of him!

Accompanied by a loud noise that tears the eardrums!

"boom--!!!"

The air wave mixed with hot gravel and human body fragments swept over like a volcanic eruption!

The several figures at the explosion point, whether Chinese or Japanese, instantly turned into splattering pieces of scarlet flesh!

Anyone who was closer, no matter friend or foe, was hit by an invisible hammer, their limbs twisted and thrown into the air, then smashed down heavily!

The thick smoke and the smell of burning objects, mixed with the extremely strong smell of burnt barbecue, instantly became several times stronger!

Was it a grenade launcher? Or a stray bullet from a heavy artillery piece?

The suffocating incandescent light! The sound waves that tear everything apart!

The scorching heat and bloody storm that hit him instantly drained the last bit of air from Qingmu's lungs!

It was like being hit on the top of the head by an invisible giant hammer!

All that was left before my eyes were large, dazzling golden stars flying like snowflakes and the thick, despairing darkness that completely enveloped everything!

Before his consciousness completely sank into the cold and dark quagmire, the only vague perception that remained was the small group of Marines in front of him that were as brave and cruel as if they were possessed by gods and demons.

The formation was instantly torn to pieces by the terrifying explosion that happened so close!

The second lieutenant who was swinging his saber like chopping rotten wood seemed to be suddenly knocked half of his body away by a whistling piece of hot shrapnel!

His sword flew high into the air, leaving his hand. Then, his body, missing most of his shoulder and arm, fell heavily to the ground, like a puppet torn apart by a naughty child.

It turns out...it turns out that even personal bravery can still be so fragile on a real battlefield...

The truth on the battlefield cuts through this local stranglehold.

The brief, eerie, deathly silence after the explosion was like a cold steel needle piercing the chaotic sound field.

Farther away, the fierce sound of gunfire continued to surge like a tireless tide, further highlighting the sudden silence that fell in this narrow slaughterhouse.

Aoki's face was buried in the cold mud soaked with blood plasma. His body had completely lost the ability to feel and move, as if his soul had also been scattered along with the horrific explosion fragments.

The remaining consciousness is like ashes sunk at the bottom of the darkest and coldest abyss, with only a complete nothingness and numbness of waiting to die.

. . . . . . . . . .

After an unknown amount of time, Aoki Takeshige's mind began to recover.

A blurry, distorted, yet extremely strong and cold sentence rushed in:

"Qing-mu-Wu-Chong!"

Name! Someone called his name?

The voice had a cold quality that was unique to administrative agencies, just like the tone used by his superiors when they spoke at the police station!

Was it all a dream? There was no battlefield, no death, no explosion. I was just dreaming!

He twitched violently! The remaining strength in his body surged out from nowhere, causing him to curl up even tighter like a shrimp scalded by boiling water!

I struggled to open my eyelids, but the bright light hurt my eyes.

After adjusting for a while, Takeshige Aoki realized that he was lying on a stretcher.

In front and behind him were two ragged expatriates who were carrying him and moving slowly.

Is it... light now?

No need to fight in the dark of night anymore... The battles during the day are the battlefields of the Imperial Regular Army Marines. I can finally take a break...

The sound of heavy footsteps stepping over gravel is approaching quickly!

"What happened to him? Is he injured?" a voice sounded.

"Reporting to the commander, he was slightly injured. We found him when we were cleaning up the battlefield. He must have been knocked unconscious by the aftermath of the artillery fire."

After several days of fighting, these overseas Chinese were able to distinguish the severity of injuries. In addition, the indiscriminate bombardment of naval guns made it common for people to be stunned, so they easily concluded that Takeshi Aoki was seriously injured.

A powerful, big hand wearing a white glove suddenly grabbed Aoki Takeshige's collar!

The hand was cold and powerful, like an iron clamp!

"Takeshige Aoki! Stand up! Now!" The voice sounded again, cold and clear, each syllable carrying an unquestionable command tone, like a handful of ice picks piercing the ears!

Another equally clear and cold voice added hastily, "Registered personnel of the Imperial Japanese Consulate Police in Shanghai! Takeshige Aoki! Confirmed target! Take him away immediately!"

Police station! Consulate police station! Residents!

These words were like cold electric shocks that penetrated Qingmu's dead nerves, instantly piercing through the thick and indissoluble fog of death!

The desire to survive was like a drowning person suddenly taking a breath of spicy air, and the memory was like a flood that brought Takeshi Aoki back to reality!

As he was dragged roughly to his feet, Takeshige Aoki felt so weak as if he had lost all bone support, and his legs were as soft as boiled noodles.

His body instinctively tried to struggle, but the two people who were pulling his arms were extremely strong, dragging him forward like a chicken to be slaughtered.

My vision was shaking and the world was spinning.