Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The turbid waves at the mouth of the Yangtze River licked the vast mudflats of Chuanshakou weakly.

Like a wound forgotten by the world, the mudflat was extraordinarily soft and sticky under the influence of the August tide. Withered and sparse reeds lay in the muddy water, with a few broken fishing nets and rotten boat planks scattered among them, lifeless.

The sound of gunfire lashed the heavy air like a whip.

Zhou Zhenqiang's boots were mired in ankle-deep icy mud, and he roared with all his might, "Hurry up, everyone!

Dig! Even if you have to use your teeth, dig a hiding place for me in this mud!

The Japs won't wait for us to repair the coastal defense fortress before coming ashore!" The hoarse roar echoed far away on the empty beach, tearing at his already smoking throat.

His originally straight military uniform was now covered in mud and black and yellow rust. The ground beneath his feet was still warm, the residual heat from the recent artillery fire from an enemy reconnaissance ship.

Thousands of soldiers who had marched in hastily, each of them having almost exhausted their last bit of strength, launched a desperate project in this uncovered land of death.

There are no rocks, no solid slopes, only endless muddy flats that are so thick that they can swallow everything.

There are no large-scale construction materials, only human bodies, willpower, and all the miscellaneous items that can be thought of and found.

"Puff! Puff!" The bayonet and the simple shovel dug deep into the cold mud, and every pull-out brought up the heavy sound of water and sticky mud.

The soldiers dug desperately - it wasn't even a standard trench, but more like a series of twisted scars torn randomly in the mud.

The excavated mud was piled up into short, loose shelters.

Without sandbags, the soldiers stripped off their tattered uniforms and even took off their leg wraps, and made mud bags out of them to throw on the muddy water.

More soldiers simply took off their shirts or pants, shivering with their bare chests in the cool morning breeze, frantically wrapping themselves in the mixture of mud and water, piling up the lifeline that was destined to be fragile.

The soldiers of the supply battalion gave low calls and worked together to remove the steel hull of a small truck whose rear wheel had been damaged during the march, making a huge groaning sound of twisting metal.

The heavy steel plate was carried on the shoulders and hands by a dozen soldiers, and slammed into the front of the main trench with a "bang".

"Machine gun position! Set it up here quickly!" Zhou Zhenqiang strode forward and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Platoon leader, can this... really be blocked?" A soldier with a childish face stopped digging with his bayonet and looked up blankly at the "breast wall" that had just been built, which was only a few dozen centimeters high.

It was just a line of mud and rocks barely piled up.

As he spoke, the trembling of his voice with a strong Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent was clearly heard by everyone.

Behind him, rows of individual shelters were scattered haphazardly on the mudflats, looking shabby and fragile.

Beside him, platoon leader Chen Changhe, who was also participating in the excavation, suddenly plunged his muddy shovel into the mud and cursed under a heavy breath, "Block it! If you can't block it, then there's no need to block it? Coward!"

He glared fiercely at the young soldier with his bloodshot eyes: "This is Chuanshakou!

Back off? Where to?

Feed the fish in the Huangpu River, or be killed by the Japanese bayonets?

Dig for me! Dig as deep as you can!

Damn it, there has to be a first-come, first-served system when reporting to the King of Hell, we can’t just crowd in there!” His words were rough but carried a brute force.

Not far away, several soldiers who looked like student soldiers gritted their teeth and worked together to drag a piece of rotten and heavy ship plank, trying to place it on a pit as a roof.

A soldier silently pulled out a wrinkled, mud-soaked family photo from his pocket, glanced at it, wiped the mud off, and quickly stuffed it back into the pocket closest to his chest, lowering his head to continue carrying the stones.

Time passed by minute by minute in sweat, mud and heavy breathing, and each second became more precious with the sound of the tide hitting the shore.

The entire position was "grown" out in the mud bit by bit with great difficulty, as the soldiers gnawed with their teeth, dug with their nails, and piled up their bodies in a frenzy.

This line of defense stretches across the landing site, close to the deadly high tide line, like a scar abandoned by the world and temporarily covered with mud.

The air seemed frozen, thick and cold. Turbid waves lapping feebly against a sandbar a few dozen meters ahead, exposed by the ebb tide.

"Commander! Lookout reporting! East! Something's coming! Lots of them!"

The messenger stumbled and almost slipped as he rushed in front of Zhou Zhenqiang, his face pale as he pointed his finger at the end of the sea level which was clearly visible after the fog had cleared.

Zhou Zhenqiang suddenly raised the Zeiss telescope, the edges of which had been rubbed to a shine.

He roughly rubbed off the mud stuck on the eyepiece with his sleeve, and the camera instantly captured a scene that was enough to make one's heart stop!

The horizon is no longer empty.

The overwhelming black spots surged forward like a hornet's nest! The glaring sun hung high above the steel jungle of the fleet, coldly gazing down at the beach that was about to be drenched in blood.

The first thing that came into view was the Japanese light destroyers in the front that were like arrows shot from a bow.

Their slender hulls cut through the gray sea water, waves splashed from the bow, and the dense rapid-fire guns and huge main gun turrets on the deck began to slowly adjust their firing direction!

Following closely behind was the huge cruiser, its silhouette as majestic as a moving mountain, its raised guns like ferocious sharp teeth in the sun.

Then, the view was completely filled with a dark cluster of landing craft that stretched as far as the eye could see!

Iron-gray boats of all sizes raced through the waves in dense formations. The roar of the engines and the "bang bang" sounds of the high-speed boats hitting the water surface could almost cross the distance of thousands of meters and penetrate deep into the eardrums of every defender.

"call out!!!"

The scream that marked the beginning of death! It was so sharp that it could almost pierce the eardrums!

Then there was another sound, and another! Suddenly, the sky was violently stirred by some invisible and terrifying force!

"Hide!!!" Zhou Zhenqiang's eyes were bloodshot, and he used up all the air in his lungs to roar like he had never roared before in his life. The sound drowned out the panicked gasps behind him and the clang of the metal shovel falling from his hand.

late.

The first round of covering fire strike has arrived!

The sky was suddenly torn apart!

It was not just one sound, nor a whole series of sounds, but countless terrifying whistles that were sharp enough to shatter the eardrums, overlapping in just a few tenths of a second!

What followed was an indescribable and unimaginable roar!

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

The giant hammer of destruction smashed down fiercely, and the entire world shook violently!

All the scenes in sight were violently distorted the moment the shock wave arrived!

A huge fireball, carrying mud, sea water, gravel, broken wood boards, mixed with human body fragments, bloomed wildly at the front of the mudflat less than 200 meters from the shore!

It was as if dozens of scorching suns exploded in the lowest level of hell in an instant!

"Woo!" More intense and sharper artillery fire roared and followed!

The main guns of several light cruisers also joined in this symphony of killing!

140mm and 127mm shells of various colors, like a torrential rain of iron, densely covered the entire beach area.

At the same time, the destroyers in the fleet, as flexible as venomous snakes, began to "spray" firepower crazily!

Its 120mm dual-purpose gun and 40mm rapid-fire gun began to spit out shells at an alarming speed!

Their goal is to kill people exposed on the surface!

But this is just the prelude!

These large-caliber artillery pieces, which are difficult to move on land, are just a foil on warships.

The two 203mm twin main turrets weighing dozens of tons at the bow of the "Izumo" were the first to spew out flames of death.

The high-explosive shells they fired were like the legendary divine punishment that destroyed the world, falling precisely on this fragile temporary position.

The explosion point was like being hit by a giant god's heavy fist, and a huge crater with a diameter of more than ten meters was formed in an instant!

The soil at the edge of the crater was blown up dozens of meters by the terrifying shock wave!

The sand at the bottom of the pit was instantly sintered into glass by the high temperature, as if the devil's eye of hell had opened!