Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Wu Qiujian wiped his face with his sleeve.

Beneath the bloodstains, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared intently at the smoke-filled river surface.

There, groups of landing craft, like jackals smelling blood, were swarming out from the shadow of larger transport ships, splitting through the muddy waves and rushing desperately towards the beach that had been repeatedly ravaged by artillery fire and looked like the surface of the moon!

He suddenly grabbed the field telephone receiver that had fallen into the mud. The line had been broken countless times, and every time it was connected, the signalman had to shuttle through the death zone to repair it.

But this time, almost instinctively, he roared into the empty receiver: "Cannon! Where are our cannons?!

Shoot down those landing craft for me! Even just one will do!" The voice sounded particularly sharp and desperate amid the symphony of explosions and gunfire.

"Commander! No more firing!" An artillery company commander, his body blackened by gun smoke and a sharp piece of wood stuck in his shoulder, almost crawled to him from the pile of dead bodies, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong.

"Of the three Krupp guns, only one is still operational!

The Japanese naval guns just now were so accurate!

Deputy Lieutenant Wang and his men... in a race against time to calibrate their firing angles, were completely... exposed!

Three shots! The Japs fired just three... "The artillery company commander's voice choked, his eyes filled with bloodshot madness and helplessness: "They were blown to pieces! Eight people! Including the guns... They were all turned to pieces!"

Tears mixed with black blood flowed down his dirty and twisted face.

At this moment, a series of denser, closer, and water-like "da da da" sounds suddenly rang out! It was the Japanese army's unique "Type 99" light machine gun with a strange rhythm of bursts of fire!

"The Japs are coming! Watch out for the left wing!" Someone screamed in a distorted voice to warn.

Wu Qiujian suddenly shrank his body and rolled almost along the scorching ground to the back of a low wall that was half collapsed by the explosion.

He looked through the smoke and dust rising from the cracks in the wall. On the low-lying area on the left wing, which had been bombed into a swamp, dozens of yellow figures were howling and rushing towards them through knee-deep mud!

Several small armored vehicles were clumsily trying to plow through the mud, providing more intense suppressive fire with their onboard machine guns.

Behind these infantry and armored vehicles, not far from the river bank, three huge bridges made of pontoons and steel plates are slowly but steadily extending towards the beach!

That is the pontoon bridge of the Japanese Army's 12th Division Engineer Regiment!

They had successfully crossed the mine belt that had been temporarily laid by the defenders but which was unable to fully function due to the deep and turbulent water. Only a few sporadic muffled explosions could be heard from the bottom of the water.

A large motorboat towed the floating bridge modules, which were quickly assembled like building blocks.

The end of the floating bridge has connected to the solid land on the shallow beach!

Several larger Type 95 light tanks were roaring their engines, their tracks kicking up mud, preparing to rush onto land through the pontoon bridge!

"Block the gap! We must not let them drive the tanks ashore!" Wu Qiujian's eyes were bloodshot.

He knew what a disaster these tin cans would be once they came ashore in front of the infantry positions that had lost their anti-tank firepower!

"Third Company! Follow me!" A voice hoarse by gunpowder smoke rang out.

He was a lieutenant colonel battalion commander of the teaching corps. Half of his face was torn off by shrapnel from the explosion, revealing his white bones and teeth.

He suddenly jumped out of the shelter, holding a bundle of smoking cluster grenades, about five or six in total.

"Battalion Commander!" Several soldiers cried and tried to pull him back.

"There's no time!" The lieutenant colonel roared, and like a wounded lion, he rushed towards the Type 95 tank that had just rushed down from the pontoon bridge and was adjusting its direction, dripping with blood and mud!

"Shoot cover!!!"

"Boom!!!"

It wasn't the tank that exploded. It was the high-explosive bomb thrown by the grenade launcher that detonated the cluster grenade in the lieutenant colonel's hand after he was hit by the Japanese. . .

At this time, more landing craft rushed onto the beach!

More figures in yellow military uniforms swarmed out like a swarm of ants!

The heavy machine gun's firepower point was accurately suppressed by the shore bombardment!

Soldiers fell in droves under a rain of grenade launchers and accurate rifle fire.

"Report to the regimental commander! The Second Regiment of the 87th Division, Commander Zhang of the Second Regiment was killed! The position... was lost!" A messenger covered in blood stumbled over and almost fell headfirst at Wu Qiujian's feet.

The news brought was even worse!

"What?!" Wu Qiujian's heart sank suddenly! Zhang Huabang was their last barrier.

If they lose this place, the Japanese army will completely gain a foothold and face Wusong Town, which is only separated by a branch of the Yunzaobang River!

"Order the reserve troops! The special forces battalion of the teaching corps! Charge forward! Even if we have to use our own people to fill the gaps, we must push the Japs back into the river!" He almost roared at the top of his lungs.

The messenger shook his head in despair. "No... no reserves! The special forces battalion was dispatched half an hour ago to block the breach on the east side of the dock. They just reported that everyone down to the battalion commander... has died for their country..."

His voice became lower and lower, and finally only heavy, bloody breathing remained.

There were no reinforcements.

There was no artillery support.

There is no deep reserve force.

Only... people.

Wu Qiujian glanced around.

As far as the eye can see, there are faces that are young or not so young anymore.

The Teaching Corps, the elite ace unit once known as the "No. 1 Army in the World", is now riddled with holes like all the other troops.

The soldiers' faces and uniforms were covered with black and yellow mud, oil stains and blood that had long since dried and turned black.

Everyone was covered in wounds, their eyes filled with fatigue and pain, but more of a kind of madness and numbness driven to the extreme by the cruel reality.

He even saw a wounded soldier who had just been evacuated from the front line. The wounded soldier was holding his bleeding abdomen with one hand, while the other hand was still tightly grasping an engineer shovel covered with brain matter and mud. He stared at the Japanese soldiers rushing towards him, his lips moving silently.

"Brothers!" Wu Qiujian's voice rang out between explosions, hoarse but with a strange penetrating power: "Behind us! It's Wusong! It's Shanghai! It's millions of Chinese people!

"One step back, and there's no way back! Commander Zhang didn't retreat on the battlefield! The brothers of the 87th Division didn't retreat! I'm the commander of the corps, so there's no reason for me to retreat!"

He suddenly raised the German-made Mauser C96 pistol in his hand and pointed the muzzle directly at the madly surging yellow wave: "Kill!!"

"Kill!" A short roar that almost broke through the sky erupted from the ruins of death at the same time!

The power of despair ignited the final madness.

There was a lot of gunfire, but it also exposed their position!

What followed were artillery shells, grenades thrown from grenade launchers, and suppressive machine gun fire. . . .

This doesn't feel like a battle, but more like a grand, tragic and heart-wrenching suicide!

Rifle bullets whizzed through flesh, and the flames of the Type 99 light machine gun licked the charging crowd frantically, splashing countless streams of scarlet blood.

A soldier had just dodged the machine gun fire when he was directly blown in half by a Japanese 75mm infantry gun shell whizzing in from behind!

His lower body continued to run forward for a few steps before falling down.

But this desperate torrent, at the cost of huge casualties, miraculously defeated the Japanese army, which had just landed and had not yet established a firm foothold, and was unable to withstand it!

Taking advantage of the brief moment when the Japanese army was suppressed, hundreds of suicide squads brazenly jumped out of their positions and charged into the Japanese army. . . .

Under the panicked gaze of the Japanese soldiers, the death squad fell one by one, but the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

finally. . .