Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

But when they rushed to the river, their hearts sank. The pontoon bridge had been completely destroyed by Japanese artillery fire, with only a few wooden boards floating on the river.

"Engineer Company! Build a temporary bridge immediately!" Li Bojun ordered urgently.

However, by this time the sky was gradually brightening, and Japanese reinforcements were surrounding them from all directions. The engineers tried to build a bridge amidst the hail of bullets, and people were constantly being shot and falling into the water.

"Battalion Commander, the Japs are surrounding us! From the east and west!" the scout reported breathlessly.

Li Bojun looked around, realizing they were in dire straits. "Everyone, find cover and prepare for defense!"

After daybreak, the remnants of the Third Battalion were compressed into a small area on the river bank. The Japanese army brought in mortars and machine guns to bombard their positions.

What was even more terrifying was that Japanese planes appeared in the sky, dropping bombs one after another. The explosions were deafening and dirt and gravel flew everywhere.

The soldiers fell one after another, and their blood dyed the land and river red.

Li Bojun was hit by shrapnel in his left shoulder, and his uniform was soaked with blood. But he still insisted on giving orders: "Don't give up! Headquarters will definitely send reinforcements!"

But the reinforcements were slow to arrive. In fact, the main force of the 14th Division was facing a fierce counterattack by the Japanese army and was unable to break through the defense line to support them.

By noon, most of the third battalion had suffered casualties.

Li Bojun was wounded in many places and was dying. He looked at the few soldiers around him, and then glanced at the river bank across the way that seemed out of reach.

"Battalion Commander, the Japs are coming!" shouted a soldier with blood all over his face.

Li Bojun used up his last bit of strength to stand up: "Brothers, I'd rather die than be captured! Follow me!"

They launched a final charge but were quickly suppressed by Japanese firepower. Li Bojun was shot in the abdomen, staggered a few steps, and leaned against a broken tree stump.

Looking at the approaching Japanese army, Li Bojun took out the last grenade, pulled the fuse, but was unable to throw it out due to his serious injuries.

Seeing that the grenade was about to explode, he used his last strength to roll into the river.

"Battalion Commander!" the surviving soldier exclaimed.

The river turned blood red and then resumed flowing.

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Tianjin, underground of the Military Police Headquarters.

"Boss, why don't you take action? We can rescue this person like we did last time."

Zhou Zhengqing was speechless, looking at the huge battlefield projection in front of him, his heart pounding.

Is it so easy to repay a loan?

He was checking the system interface in his mind, the mission that had constantly made Zhou Zhengqing regret rescuing Yao Ziqing last time...

Although this system has strong combat power, I don’t have any merit points!

Being in Tianjin, there is no chance to earn merit points by killing enemies. Now I can only see how many merit points I can get by passing on intelligence.

But the repayment task given by the system for the 20,000 overdraft limit last time is also a headache. I may have to overdraw my merit points again to complete it. . . . .

Using loans to pay off loans...

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Upon receiving a report that the Luodian headquarters had been attacked but repelled, Okamura Yasuji sneered, "The Chinese army's last ditch effort. Thinking that destroying a frontline headquarters could change the course of the war? Ridiculous."

The staff officer reported: "The attacking force was almost completely destroyed, with only a few captured."

Okamura Neiji waved his hand and said, "No need to interrogate him, just deal with him directly. The most important thing now is to consolidate the defense line and wait for the landing of the second batch of reinforcement divisions from the mainland."

He walked to the ship window and looked at the Yangtze River estuary: "The more fierce the Chinese army's counterattack, the more desperate they are.

Order all troops to strengthen vigilance to prevent similar attacks.

At the same time, we will accelerate the progress of connecting the Lion Grove, Baoshan, and Wusongkou. We want to establish a complete beachhead."

"Hi!" The staff officer saluted respectfully and retreated.

Standing alone on the bridge, Okamura Neiji muttered to himself with disdain, "The Chinese soldiers may be courageous, but they lack strategic vision. What's the point of such a suicide attack, other than adding to the casualties?"

What he didn't know was that on that blood-stained river bank, the Chinese soldiers were still fighting until the last moment.

They used their lives to interpret their loyalty to the country and watered the national dignity with their blood.

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At division headquarters, Huo Kuizhang received news that the Third Battalion had been nearly annihilated. He slammed his fist on the table and said, "I sent them! I did!"

The staff officer whispered to comfort him: "Commander, Captain Li and the brothers of the Third Battalion are heroes. They destroyed the Japanese headquarters and disrupted the enemy's deployment..."

"But this doesn't change the fact that Luodian is still in Japanese hands!" Huo Kuizhang said bitterly, "Report this to Commander Chen."

When Chen Cheng learned that the counterattack had failed again, he remained silent for a long time.

He walked to the map, stared at the location of Luodian, and then turned around firmly: "Organize the troops and continue the counterattack! We can't give up!"

In the next few days, the Chinese army launched several counterattacks, and the fighting was unprecedentedly brutal.

The two sides fought back and forth, Luodian changed hands several times, the front of the position was filled with corpses, and the river water was dyed red.

However, at this moment, bad news came that the main force of the Japanese Second Division had all advanced to the Luodian line.

After the Japanese army captured Baoshan, they quickly connected the Lion Grove, Baoshan, Wusongkou and other riverside areas to form a solid defense line and supply line.

This meant that the Japanese army could receive reinforcements and supplies continuously, while the Chinese army fell into a more passive situation.

Chen Cheng stood outside the command post, looking toward Luodian. The chief of staff approached and whispered, "Sir, the fourth counterattack has failed. The main force of the Japanese reinforcements has arrived. I'm afraid we won't be able to recapture Luodian anytime soon."

Chen Cheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his eyes were filled with helplessness and determination: "Order the troops to retreat to the southwest of Luodian and establish a new line of defense to confront the Japanese."

When the order reached the front line, the officers and soldiers looked at each other in confusion.

They paid such a huge sacrifice, but eventually they had to retreat.

An old soldier, his face covered in gunpowder, murmured, "Did so many brothers die in vain?"

The young platoon leader beside him patted him on the shoulder and said, "It wasn't in vain. They delayed the Japanese attack and bought time for the rear defense.

We will be back, we definitely will.”

The troops retreated quietly in the night, the wounded being supported, exhaustion and unwillingness written on each face. From time to time, they turned back to look towards Luodian, where too many comrades were buried.

Standing in front of the new headquarters, Chen Cheng looked at the retreating troops and said to the chief of staff, "Record the order. All units should reorganize on the spot, replenish ammunition and supplies, and strengthen fortifications.

We must hold the Japanese army here and make them pay a heavy price for every step forward."

"Yes, sir!"

As night fell, the starlight illuminated the tired soldiers.

They dug trenches, built fortifications, and prepared for new battles.

Despite losing control of Luodian, the fire of indomitable will still burned in their eyes.

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On a naval warship at the mouth of the Yangtze River, Okamura Yasuji received a report of the Chinese army's retreat and said to his staff with great pride: "See, the Chinese army can no longer hold on.

Next, we will advance step by step until we completely occupy Shanghai."

Just as Okamura Yasuji was about to bend down to examine the battle map, there was a regular knock on the door. His chief of staff, Colonel Masaharu Honda, walked into the room with a telegram in hand.

"Your Excellency, Division Commander, we've received a call from headquarters." Honda respectfully handed over the document. "Shigeto's detachment has arrived at Shanghai Port. Commander-in-Chief Matsui Iwane has inquired about the need to attach the detachment to our Second Division."

Okamura Neiji raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of disdainful sneer: "Shigeto Detachment? A ragtag army composed of those Taiwan garrisons?"

Okamura Neiji stood up, walked to the porthole, and looked at the smoke-filled coastline in the distance: "Reply to General Matsui, the Second Division is fully capable of holding the beachhead independently.

Shigeto's detachment can be deployed to fight in other directions."