Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Baoshan Town, a strategic location, has turned into a hell on earth.

Brutal fighting had raged on for days. The smoke and smell of blood mixed with the stench of scorched earth filled every corner of Baoshan Town.

The once peaceful Jiangnan town has now turned into ruins. The broken walls are covered with dark red blood scabs, and scattered weapon fragments and shattered limbs can be seen everywhere.

The deafening roar of artillery fire was almost continuous.

The Japanese heavy artillery plowed through this small position again and again.

In the sky, planes flying plaster flags flew low, dropping bombs and pouring machine gun bullets indiscriminately.

Each bombing was accompanied by earth-shaking tremors and huge fireballs, and fragments of bricks, stones, soil and human bodies flew everywhere.

Lieutenant Colonel Yao Ziqing, the 28-year-old battalion commander of the 98rd Battalion of the 583rd Regiment of the 3th Division, was a graduate of the th class of the Whampoa Military Academy.

At this time, the military uniform was torn by artillery fire and was stained with blood and mud. The wound on the left arm that was hastily bandaged was still bleeding.

His eyes were tired, but burning with an almost tangible fire, a determination to live and die with the position.

"Little Japs!" Yao Ziqing's eyes were bloodshot and he punched the wall hard.

He looked around and saw that there were less than twenty people left around him, all of them were injured and their ammunition was almost exhausted.

Grenades became a last resort, and the bayonets were stained with blood and had bent blades.

boom!

Another shell exploded nearby, and the shock wave knocked Yao Ziqing to the ground.

He struggled to get up and spat out the dirt and blood foam in his mouth.

He knew that the final moment had come.

He struggled to grab the signalman beside him, his voice hoarse but unusually clear and sorrowful: "Send a message to the headquarters!

Our battalion has defended Baoshan to the death, engaging in fierce hand-to-hand combat and repelling the enemy several times. . . Now our positions are completely destroyed, our casualties are numerous, the air is filled with poisonous gas, the enemy outnumbers us, and we have reached our final moment!

Ziqing leads all the officers and soldiers of our battalion... We are determined to live and die with this position!"

His voice paused, then took on a note of unwavering resolve: "From the battalion commander down, we'd rather die in battle than be slaves of a conquered nation! Long live China!"

The signalman, his face covered in blood and tears streaming down his face, ran to the radio station hidden in a cellar.

The radio waves, carrying this final farewell and vow, rushed towards an unknown direction.

"Brothers! Pick up your weapons! Fight to the death!"

The soldiers who were able to stand around him were all injured, their ammunition had long been exhausted, and the bullet belts of their fallen comrades had been looted.

"Brothers!" Yao Ziqing's voice was hoarse but remarkably clear, piercing through the pauses in the gunfire: "Baoshan is our grave! Every inch of land is stained with blood! Even if we die, we will bite off the devil's flesh!"

He was responded by a pair of equally determined but exhausted eyes, and a roar from the depths of the throat, like a dying beast.

The Kato Detachment of the Japanese 2nd Division came again like a tide. Under the cover of several light tanks, the dazzling plaster flags swayed in the smoke.

Heavy machine gun bullets rained down on the only remaining bunkers, and mortar shells whizzed down, stirring up pillars of mud that died.

The final resistance begins.

The brothers around me fell one by one.

Yao Ziqing panted, a cold smile stretched across his lips, his eyes wide open as he stared at the knife-wielding enemy: "Little devils! Come on!"

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Tianjin, in an unknown room underground in the Military Police Headquarters.

Cold white light poured down from the dome, illuminating the huge curved screen that covered the entire wall.

At this moment, the screen is displaying the real-time flow of internal communication information of the Japanese army and the slowly changing strategic map.

And the high-altitude penetrating perspective picture, the center of the picture is Yao Ziqing who is surrounded by Japanese bayonets and is isolated and helpless!

Under Zhou Zhengqing's gaze, Makarov's hands flew on the touchpad like lightning, swiping and clicking.

In the corner of the screen, an interface similar to the HUD in the Modern Warfare game unfolds, with a crosshair, altimeter, speed vector, and target tracking box.

"Lock on a high-value target cluster, Japanese troops charging the second echelon, chief officer position, target feature analysis completed." A cold electronic voice sounded.

"One Micro Judge air-to-ground missile has been redeemed.

Launch path planning, terrain avoidance path. Confirmed." Makarov's fingers smoothly traced a smooth flight path.

"Seeker activated... Infrared/optical composite lock successful." On the screen, the light spot representing the missile quickly approached the dense crowd of Japanese troops highlighted by the red box.

"The target has entered the optimal kill zone... Confirmed."

Makarov's finger hovered above the virtual launch button, and his signature hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, facing the screen, or more accurately, facing the Japanese soldiers on the screen who looked like ants.

In pure Russian, with a hint of Siberian cold, he whispered, his creepy smile deepening, his eyes devoid of any warmth: "Are you ready to embrace death?"

Before he finished speaking, his fingers wearing black tactical gloves slammed heavily on a special button in the center of the terminal.

. . . . . . . .

When Yao Ziqing closed his eyes and rushed towards the nearest Japanese soldier with his sword, an extremely sharp whistling sound that had never been heard before came from the sky!

look up

The sky was suddenly torn apart by a rapidly falling white streak!

There was no warning about the white streak, no roar of an airplane engine, and the speed was faster than human comprehension.

It was still high in the sky one second ago, and the next second it had torn through the air, dragging a tail of death, and accurately pierced the Japanese attack sequence at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.

Boom! ! !

A ray of light brighter than the sun suddenly exploded at the core position of the second echelon of the Japanese army that was madly rushing towards Yao Ziqing's remaining position!

There were no huge fireballs and towering smoke columns caused by traditional artillery shells. Instead, there was an extremely efficient and terrifying directional shock wave.

The loud noise instantly overwhelmed all the noise on the battlefield!

The hot and transparent shock wave visible to the naked eye swept across the target area like a precise scalpel!

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

Shocked!

A deafening explosion far surpassed any known explosive at the time, and it shook the earth!

A light more dazzling than the sun suddenly expanded in the core area of ​​the Japanese position!

Then came an enormous, tumbling, rising orange-red fireball, which instantly engulfed at least two infantry squads and several tanks that were attacking in coordination!

The powerful shock wave was like an invisible giant hammer, spreading violently in a perfect circle with the explosion center as the center!

The earth shook violently, and the ruins of Baoshan Town in the distance were covered in dust.

The huge impact force knocked down and tore apart all standing targets within a radius of 100 meters, mainly Japanese soldiers, like straw!

Broken limbs, broken weapons, and fragments of internal organs were instantly scattered along with the high-temperature metal jets, forming a "clean" killing zone with a huge radius and extremely bloody!