Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Every day, every hour, it is devouring countless lives!

Yunzhong River and Hutuo River were dyed red with blood!

Dragon King Hall, Nanhuaihua, Jiehepu, Dabaishui... Every inch of land is soaked in blood!

It is mid-February.

On the Xinkou front, the battle situation was in a stalemate.

Itagaki Seishirō's Fifth Division was like hitting an iron wall!

Although they continued to advance with their firepower advantage, every step forward came at a heavy price!

Relying on favorable terrain and strong fortifications, the Chinese army blocked the enemy layer by layer and fought for every inch of land!

The Central Army commanded by Wei Lihuang and the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army cooperated increasingly well, and the defense system became more complete.

Especially Hao Mengling's 9th Army, in the Nanhuaihua and Jiehepu lines, stubbornly withstood the successive fierce attacks of the main force of the Japanese army and refused to give up an inch!

Although Hao Mengling himself was seriously injured, he still insisted on commanding on the front line, which greatly boosted morale!

What gave Itagaki Seishirō even more of a headache was logistics!

Although the Zhengtai Railway was controlled by the Japanese army, the army of another Chinese regime was stabbing him in the back like crazy!

The 115th Division and the 129th Division launched a large-scale raid along the Zhengtai Railway!

Bombing railways! Destroying bridges! Attacking strongholds! The Japanese railway guards were left in a state of panic!

Supply convoys are under repeated attack! Ammunition, fuel, and food supplies are running low! The offensive of the frontline troops has weakened significantly!

"Bagayalo!" Itagaki Seishirō was furious in the command center!

He pointed at the location of the Zhengtai Railway on the map and roared at the chief of staff: "The Eighth Route Army! The Eighth Route Army again! This bunch of lingering peasants!

"Order! Rear security forces! Increase the intensity of the sweep! Any suspicious villages found! Burn them all! Kill them all! Loot them all! I want to let those Chinese rebels know! The consequences of resisting the Empire of Japan!"

He then turned to the combat staff: "Order the front-line troops! Temporarily halt the large-scale offensive! Switch to a positional standoff! Strengthen firepower reconnaissance! Find the weaknesses in the Chinese army's defense line!

At the same time, request the front headquarters! Increase the intensity of air support! Especially the bombing of the Chinese army's rear supply lines and command posts! "

At the same time, at the North China Front Command in Tianjin.

Terauchi Hisaichi looked at the battle report sent from the front line with a frown.

The stalemate in the Xinkou battle exceeded his expectations.

Itagaki Seishirō's solemn promise to "take Taiyuan by the end of October" was about to fall through.

The headquarters sent one urgent telegram after another, with the tone becoming increasingly harsh.

What worried him even more was that on the Pinghan Road and Jinpu Road fronts, the offensive had slowed down significantly because the main force of the Second Army was tied down in Shanxi, giving the Chinese army a chance to breathe and adjust.

"General," Chief of Staff Naosaburo Okabe reported worriedly, "Division Commander Itagaki has called, requesting that the front army intensify its efforts to clear the Shotai Railway and ensure the smooth flow of supply lines. He also requested additional air support."

Terauchi Hisaichi rubbed his swollen temples and said in a tired voice, "Promise him! Order the troops stationed in Shijiazhuang to make every effort to clear out the area along the Zhengtai Railway!

Order the aviation corps to concentrate its forces to support the Xinkou direction!

Tell Itagaki! I don't have any more troops to give him! Let him figure it out on his own! Taiyuan must be taken by the end of October!"

Okabe Naosaburo hesitated for a moment and whispered, "General, would you consider adjusting your strategy? We've been unable to capture Xinkou for a long time, with heavy casualties and logistical difficulties.

Should we temporarily suspend the offensive, consolidate the occupied areas, and await the arrival of follow-up troops...?

"No!" Terauchi Hisaichi interrupted him abruptly, a stern look flashing in his eyes: "Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back! The Shanxi Campaign is related to the overall strategic significance of the empire! We can only win! We cannot lose! Tell Itagaki! At any cost!

"Smash open Xinkou! Take Taiyuan! Otherwise... I, Itagaki Seishirō, will commit seppuku and apologize to His Majesty the Emperor!"

Okabe Naosaburo was startled and didn't dare to say anything more: "Hey! I understand!"

Terauchi Hisaichi walked to the window and looked at the gloomy sky outside.

Itagaki Seishirō... The vicious wolf he had released was now trapped in the mountains of Xinkou.

The tempting road of "Mongol conquest of Song" now seemed so far and difficult.

A huge pressure, like a heavy lead block, pressed on his heart.

He knew that there was no way out for him and Itagaki.

Xinkou must be broken through! Taiyuan must be taken! No matter what the cost!

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Songhu.

In October, the water of Juezaobang has been dyed into rust color.

The morning mist spread over the river, interweaving with the smoke to form a thick gray curtain.

The reeds on both sides of the river had already been ravaged by artillery fire and were tilted to pieces. The charred broken stems trembled in the breeze.

The soil was turned over repeatedly, and craters were connected to each other. Some were filled with turbid blood, and some were still emitting blue smoke.

Li Changming lay in the muddy trench, his fingers tightly gripping the trigger of his Zhongzheng rifle.

His uniform had lost its original color; dirt, blood, and sweat had mixed together to form a hard layer.

For three days, the Japanese army continued to attack the Zhuozaobang defense line.

"Company commander, the Japs are coming again!" Xiao Shandong beside him said in a hoarse voice. The face of this eighteen-year-old boy was covered with black dust, and only his eyes were still bright.

Li Changming could see the Japanese troops maneuvering on the other side without a telescope.

The roar of the tanks was getting closer and closer, like the low groan of death. He roughly counted and found that there were at least ten tanks crossing the river, followed by a large number of infantry.

"Everyone get ready!" Li Changming's roar spread across the battlefield, hoarse but powerful.

The remaining hundred or so soldiers on the position pulled the bolts of their guns and grenades were concentrated at the front.

Their eyes were tired but determined, and no one retreated. These people had been fighting the Japanese army for two whole months, from Baji Bridge to Zhuozaobang, and their comrades around them had been replaced one after another.

The Japanese artillery preparation began.

Shells rained down, shaking the earth, blowing away the wooden stakes in front of the trenches and scattering earth everywhere.

A young soldier was hit directly and turned into a bloody mist before he could even scream.

Li Changming curled up at the bottom of the trench, protecting his head with his hands.

Gravel and dirt hit his back, but the pain had long since numbed him. He thought of the wheat fields in his hometown, with golden waves undulating in the wind. What a peaceful scene it was. He hadn't received a letter from home for three months.

After a brief pause in the shelling, the Japanese infantry began to charge under the cover of tanks.

"Attack!" Li Changming gave the order, and all the firepower on the position opened fire at the same time.

Machine guns spewed out flames and rifle bullets whizzed out.

The Japanese soldiers fell like wheat being harvested, but more enemies came up, and tank guns continued to bombard the positions, with each explosion accompanied by screams.

"Grenade!" Li Changming ordered.

The soldiers threw grenades with all their might, and several Japanese tanks were destroyed, but a large number of tanks still broke through the defense line. Japanese infantry followed closely behind, jumped into the trenches and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

A bloody bayonet fight began. Li Changming used his rifle to block a Japanese soldier's thrust, and then smashed the opponent's facial bones with the butt of his rifle. Xiao Shandong stabbed two enemies in succession with his bayonet, and was also stabbed in the waist, with blood gushing out.

"Medic!" Li Changming supported the shaky little Shandong, but the young soldier had already stopped breathing.

By noon, the defense line began to show signs of shaking.

Hujiazhai and Tahe Bridge on the right wing were lost one after another, and the Japanese army was advancing towards Dachang.

Li Changming's company originally had 120 people, but now there are less than 30 who can stand.