Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Charge! Kill the devils!" A company commander, leading the charge, roared, muffled by his blanket, yet still deafening! More than a dozen men, guns in hand, leaped down from the second-floor window like tigers descending the mountain!

They directly rushed into the Japanese troops in the front row!

Many of these fearless soldiers broke their legs when they landed on the ground, but the severe pain and the shadow of death instead aroused the most primitive ferocity!

They no longer use bayonets at all!

Some swung their rifles like iron rods at the heads of those wearing gas masks! Some pounced directly on the Japanese soldiers, opened their mouths and bit their exposed necks and fingers like wild beasts!

Someone else detonated a cluster grenade that had been prepared long ago, and detonated it in the densest area of ​​the Japanese army!

"boom!"

"what!"

The shock wave of the explosion and the flying shrapnel instantly tore a huge gap in the dense charge formation of the Japanese army!

The tragic explosion also frustrated the Japanese offensive! The soldiers who survived the gas attack, covering their faces with wet cloths, were completely furious when they saw their comrades' tragic sacrifice.

"Let's fight that bastard!" Someone screamed in a voice that was not human! He rushed forward again with his bayonet pointed!

The bayonets collided fiercely in the mixture of poisonous smoke and gunpowder, stabbing!

The excruciating pain from the poisonous gas burns made every breath feel like a sharp knife piercing the throat, and every movement was heart-wrenching.

The soldiers could even hear the hissing sound of breathing coming from their throats like a broken bellows.

A Nationalist soldier, stabbed in the abdomen by a bayonet, clung to the enemy's waist before dying, biting down on the exposed artery in his wrist! Hot, fishy blood gushed out like a fountain across his face! The two men fell together, writhing and biting like wild beasts in the filthy bloody mud!

At the same time, in a dilapidated courtyard in the southwest of the town, a more tragic and historically significant raid was taking place.

Zhang Lidong, commander of the 11th Regiment of the 398th Division, a Huangpu hero who studied at the Tokyo Military Academy in Japan in his early years and can speak fluent Japanese, is now standing under a gap in the wall of an ancestral hall.

On the roof of the ancestral hall, a scarlet rising sun flag fluttered in the morning breeze - the place had been temporarily occupied by the headquarters of the 44th Regiment of the Japanese Army.

Zhang Lidong's military uniform was blackened by gunpowder smoke and damaged in many places, but the gold star on the collar badge was still shining.

Behind him was the death squad that had followed him through several streets and fought bloody battles all the way to this point. There were nearly four hundred strong men with the determination to die in their eyes!

Everyone was injured, many seriously, and only managed to hold on by willpower.

From the direction of the ancestral hall came the voices of Japanese military officers shouting orders in Japanese.

Obviously, the defense was tight and the chances of success were slim with a strong attack.

Zhang Lidong took a deep breath. The air, which was a mixture of blood and the unique moist scent of his hometown in the Jiangnan water town, made him feel an indescribable sadness and determination.

He suddenly ripped open his already loose collar, revealing his chest wrapped in a white shirt!

He stepped out of the gap and walked straight to the stone steps of the ancestral hall gate, ignoring the dozens of black gun muzzles and protruding bayonets behind the bunker in front of him!

He was staring at by hundreds of astonished eyes, including those of the Japanese soldiers and the suicide squad members behind him.

He spoke in the most standard Tokyo accent, his voice low but every word clear, like thunder, "Gentlemen! The one standing before you is Chinese soldier Zhang Lidong!

Don't those who believe in Bushido know how to fight honorably?!

Using the bodies of innocent people as shields is a disgrace to these shameless soldiers! Did Japan's military academy teach you such despicable tactics?!

This sudden, authentic Japanese rebuke was like pouring a bucket of cold water into a boiling pot of oil!

Those Japanese soldiers who covered half of their faces with gas masks or helmets were obviously shocked!

The soldier holding the gun in the front row subconsciously looked at his companions, and his hand holding the gun seemed less steady.

The officer behind him was stunned for a moment! This Chinese officer across from him... not only spoke fluent Japanese, but even mentioned the cradle of Japanese officers, the Tokyo Military Academy? This was too shocking!

This extremely brief shock gave Zhang Lidong a last chance!

He turned abruptly, facing the four hundred pairs of eyes behind him that were like waiting for fire, and with all his strength, he roared in his last and most earth-shaking roar in his mother tongue, the one he was most familiar with and deepest: "Follow me and kill!"

The moment he roared the last word "Kill", he suddenly drew the saber from his waist, and his body was like an arrow shot from a bow. He was the first to rush towards the densely stabbing blades and black muzzles of guns in front of the ancestral hall gate without dodging, holding the blade!

His figure was so resolute and so tragic!

Like a comet hitting an iron wall, even though it knows it will be shattered into pieces, it must still emit its last light and heat!

"Commander!" The suicide squad roared!

Four hundred soldiers, covered in blood, were like a raging wave bursting through a dam. Led by the regiment commander's desperate charge and urged on by the inspiring horn, they launched a charge that changed the color of the mountains and rivers!

They held their bayonets without hesitation, carried explosives, pulled the grenade fuses, and with the fierceness of dying together, they charged towards the core position of the Japanese regiment headquarters!

"Kill him!"

"Board!" The Japanese army reacted quickly! After a brief shock, there was an even more ferocious counterattack! The Type 99 light machine guns fired crazily! The Type 38 rifles fired accurately! The grenade launchers launched!

Puff puff.

Zhang Lidong, who was rushing in the front, was shocked!

Three dazzling blood flowers exploded from his chest! The immense force of the impact sent him stumbling backwards! But his eyes didn't waver at all! Instead, they became even brighter! He used up his last bit of strength and lunged forward like a javelin!

He slammed his chest heavily against the huge, thick wooden door of the ancestral hall that was nailed with copper nails!

The hot blood instantly dyed the door red!

boom! ! !

Almost at the same moment when he fell down and his right hand slipped weakly, the explosive packs and cluster grenades on the suicide squad members behind him exploded violently in the dense Japanese formation!

The flames and blast of air instantly blew away the ancestral hall's gate, engulfing Zhang Lidong's fallen body and the bloody words on the door. It also overturned a large number of Japanese soldiers in front of the ancestral hall!

Amid the deafening explosion, the suicide squad members who rushed up later stepped on the flesh and blood of the regiment commander and his comrades, rushed into the ancestral hall with bayonets held high like mad tigers with crazy killing shouts of dying together!

An even more bloody and brutal fight instantly broke out inside the house, with blood splattered in every corner! Shouts of killing, explosions, curses of the dying, and shrill howls echoed throughout the ancestral hall!

The suicide squad of the 398th Regiment was almost wiped out!

They used themselves as fuel and burned out their last lives, like the last torpedo hitting the enemy ship, destroying the forward command post of the Japanese 29th Regiment in the most tragic way, seriously undermining its command core and morale!