Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Itai Yudai's last words echoed in his ears like a curse!

This is clearly a warning! A stark warning!

Xu Zhongyi got into his car, closed the door, and finally breathed deeply. He took out a silk scarf and vigorously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes frighteningly sinister.

"Drive! Go to Stationmaster Chen! Hurry!" He growled at the driver, his voice hoarse and rapid.

He must see Chen Ming immediately! They must discuss countermeasures immediately! The intelligence from Shanxi must be delivered!

But more importantly... Report Mutaguchi Ren'ya's exposure!

Otherwise, they would both be in great trouble!

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In the Battle of Shanghai in early September 1937, the sky was dyed a sickly gray-yellow by the smoke of gunpowder.

Weeks of fierce fighting have left the land devastated, with shell casings, body parts and broken weapons scattered across the scorched earth.

From time to time, the rumbling sound of cannons could be heard in the distance, as if the earth was groaning in pain.

General Zhang Zhizhong stood in front of the temporary command post in Jiading, his bloodshot eyes staring towards Luodian.

His once-straight uniform was now covered in dust, and his face was etched with wrinkles of fatigue. The adjutant approached quietly and handed over a telegram.

"Sir, General Chen Cheng is about to arrive."

Zhang Zhizhong nodded slightly, his gaze still fixed on the distance.

He knew that the battle had developed to this point and was much more difficult than he had expected.

The Japanese army was well-equipped and had strong sea and air coordinated combat capabilities. Although the national army fought bravely, they often had to use their flesh and blood to fight against the torrent of steel.

Not long after, a muddy jeep came speeding and braked suddenly in front of the command post.

Chen Cheng jumped out of the car. His military uniform was also covered in dust, but his eyes showed unquestionable determination.

He was here to take over the command of all the troops in the Songhu area from Zhang Zhizhong.

"Brother Wenbai, thank you for your hard work." Chen Cheng and Zhang Zhizhong shook hands quickly, and the two immediately walked into the command post.

The atmosphere in the command post was solemn. The battle map hanging on the wall was densely marked with red and blue arrows, and several staff officers were discussing the battle situation in low voices.

The most conspicuous location is Luodian, which is clearly circled.

"Brother Cixiu, the situation over there isn't optimistic either." Zhang Zhizhong picked up his baton and pointed at Luodian on the map. "Luodian, which your troops are defending, is a vital chokepoint. If we can't recapture it, the Japanese army will be able to break through and penetrate our territory."

Chen Cheng stared at the map, his face grim. "The situation in Luodian is indeed not very good... I was unable to fully control Luodian immediately. The Japanese attack was too fierce... Oh, by the way, I just came here and saw that the 87th and 88th Divisions are shrinking their defenses and switching from offense to defense?"

"It's truly a helpless move," Zhang Zhizhong sighed. "The troops suffered heavy casualties, and the officers and soldiers are extremely exhausted. They urgently need to rest and recuperate. This siege of Hongkou... can be considered a complete defeat..."

After saying this, a look of dejection appeared on Zhang Zhizhong's face...

Before he could finish his words, a staff officer who had followed Chen Cheng rushed in: "Report! The Japanese troops in Luodian are sending reinforcements, and it is suspected that they are reinforcing their fortifications!"

Chen Cheng frowned and said immediately, "Immediately order Huang Wei's 67th Division to counterattack Luodian. Don't give the enemy a chance to breathe!"

Zhang Zhizhong hesitated to speak, and finally patted Chen Cheng's shoulder heavily: "Take care."

The handover of command was completed, and Chen Cheng looked at the sky in the distance that was lit red by artillery fire.

He knew that he had taken on a hot potato, but at a time when the nation's survival was at stake, he had no choice but to face the challenge head-on.

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In Luodian Town, the Japanese Second Division is stepping up its defenses.

This unit, known as the "Sendai Division", was known for its ferocity, and its soldiers were well-trained and well-equipped.

Layers of fortifications, barbed wire, machine gun nests, and mortar positions were quickly built around the town, forming a tight defense system.

Division Commander General Okamura Yasuji was not at the Luodian front at this time, but on a naval ship anchored at the mouth of the Yangtze River.

Standing in the bridge, he held up a telescope and observed the battlefield in the distance, with a sneer of disdain on his lips.

"The Chinese army may be numerous, but they are like scattered sand." Okamura Yasuji put down his binoculars and said to the staff officer beside him, "They lack the concepts of modern warfare and only know how to use human wave tactics. How can they be a match for the Imperial Japanese Army?"

The staff officer nodded respectfully. "Your Excellency, the division commander, is right. Our Second Division has completely taken control of Luodian and is currently reinforcing the defenses."

Okamura Ningji walked to the nautical chart and ran his finger across the Yangtze River estuary: "Luodian is a key node.

As long as we hold this place, our army will be able to connect Lion Grove, Baoshan and Wusongkou and establish a solid beachhead.

By then, reinforcements and supplies will continue to arrive."

He paused, then added, “Tell the frontline commanders not to underestimate the Chinese defenders.

Although their equipment was poor, they fought bravely, but…” Okamura Neiji sneered, “It’s ultimately futile. In the face of such an absolute disparity in strength, courage is meaningless.”

At the same time, in Luodian Town, Japanese soldiers were searching house to house, driving hiding civilians out of the ruined houses.

A little girl hugged a tattered rag doll tightly and looked at the soldiers in unfamiliar uniforms in horror.

A Japanese sergeant pushed her away roughly, the girl fell to the ground, and the rag doll fell into the mud ditch.

"Hurry up! Gather all these Chinese people in the open space in the east of the town!" the sergeant shouted loudly.

The town office had been converted into a temporary command center for the Japanese army. Communications soldiers were running in and out, pulling telephone lines, and the radio was ticking.

The lieutenant colonel of the 2nd Division's front-line command is listening to reports from various positions.

"The northern position has been reinforced, with two heavy machine guns and four light machine guns deployed."

"A minefield has been laid in the river area to the south, and a squadron is stationed there."

"Observation posts and mortar positions have been set up on the western high ground."

The lieutenant colonel nodded and said, "Yoshi, the division commander has ordered that we must hold Luodian for at least a week and wait for the follow-up troops to land.

All positions must strictly carry out orders without error."

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On the 67th Division's position, Division Commander Huang Wei was observing the direction of Luodian through binoculars when he received the order to counterattack. He lowered the binoculars and said to the staff officer beside him, "Commander Chen has given us such a tough challenge right after taking over. The 11th and 98th Divisions deserved their defeat. The combat effectiveness of this Japanese Type A division should not be underestimated..."

The staff officer whispered, "Commander, our men have been fighting continuously for many days and are exhausted. Should we request a temporary suspension of the attack?"

Huang Wei interrupted with a wave of his hand: "Military orders are as heavy as a mountain. Gather all regimental commanders and deploy a counterattack."

As night fell, the 67th Division began artillery preparation.

Shells roared down upon the Japanese positions in Luodian, the explosions illuminating the night sky in orange. Soldiers checked their weapons and ammunition, silently making preparations for battle.

Private First Class Li Daquan carefully wiped the Zhongzheng rifle in his hand, while the new recruit Xiao Wang next to him kept swallowing nervously.

"Are you scared?" Li Daquan asked.

Xiao Wang nodded honestly: "A little bit."

"Follow me. Don't rush too far ahead, and don't fall too far behind." Li Daquan said with experience. "Bullets don't have eyes, but there are always ways to survive."

As the bombardment extended, the charge horn sounded. Crouching, the soldiers advanced through the smoke. The machine gunner, carrying the heavy Type 24 heavy machine gun, followed closely behind, the ammunition carrier carrying the ammunition box on his back.

"Kill!" The shouts were intertwined with the sounds of gunfire.