Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

It turned out that people from all walks of life in Shanghai spontaneously organized themselves and risked their lives to transport supplies to the defenders at night.

During the breaks in Japanese patrols, these small boats quickly docked and unloaded bags of food, boxes of ammunition, and even medicines and letters.

"Heroes! The people of the whole country support you!" the transporter shouted in a low voice, then quickly rowed away.

Although the supplies are not much, they are of great significance.

The soldiers held the food that still carried the citizens' body temperature and read the letters full of respect, their eyes filled with tears.

"Regimental Admiral." An old soldier choked up and said, "For this, dying is worth it!"

Xie Jinyuan faced the south bank and saluted solemnly: "Thank you, fellow countrymen! We will serve our country till death!"

The news of the delivery of supplies quickly spread throughout the warehouse, boosting morale.

Xie Jinyuan immediately ordered the distribution of supplies, with ammunition given priority to the front line, food distributed to everyone, and all medicines sent to the medical center.

Dawn is approaching and a new day of battle is about to begin.

Xie Jinyuan gathered all officers and soldiers for a pre-war mobilization:

"Brothers! Today's battle will surely be even more brutal, but we must let the Japanese know that Chinese soldiers have blood and backbone! Let the whole world see that the Chinese nation cannot be humiliated!"

"Today, we must continue to create miracles! Everyone must kill as many enemies as possible and persevere to the end! On the day of victory, I will invite you all to drink to celebrate!"

The officers and soldiers responded in unison: "We will defend to the death! Long live China!"

The sun was rising, and its blood-red glow reflected on the bullet-riddled walls of the Sihang Warehouse.

In the distance, the roar of Japanese tank engines sounded, and a new round of attack was about to begin.

Xie Jinyuan raised his binoculars and calmly ordered, "Everyone, take your positions and prepare for battle!"

. . . . . . .

A bloody battle was going on at the Sihang Warehouse, and Zhou Zhengqing was also busy in Tianjin.

The mission time was approaching, and Zhou Zhengqing once again exchanged out the ultra-modern operations room from the system.

After viewing the entire Battle of Shanghai from a God's perspective, Zhou Zhengqing finally locked his gaze on the Sihang Warehouse.

"After so many days of preparation, it's time to start." Zhou Zhengqing murmured.

"BOSS, are you really determined to do this? That Yoshida Yuto is your subordinate." Makarov, holding the neck of the tactical vest with both hands, asked with an expression as if he was ready to watch a good show.

"I asked him to go to Shanghai so that he could be my excuse to take action at the critical moment," Zhou Zhengqing said expressionlessly.

"I have to say, Boss, you're a qualified conspirator." Makarov grimaced. "Having that Yoshida Yuto force the 101st Division to retreat and successfully clash with Matsui Iwane, was that something you planned all along?"

"No, I just had a rough idea at the beginning. The 101st Division was just a coincidence, but this coincidence is indeed surprising." Zhou Zhengqing smiled and said with emotion.

. . . . . . .

In the temporary camp of the 101st Division, because he had stayed on the warship for a long time and was now on land, Yoshida Hayato planned to stay in the 101st Division for a few days.

Just when I was about to take a break.

"Commander Yoshida! Urgent order!" A military police officer came running over and handed over an encrypted message: "Directly from the Tianjin Military Police Headquarters."

Yoshida Hayato immediately stood up and took the telegram.

After quickly deciphering the code, his expression became serious.

The order was that Zhou Zhengqing asked him to go to the front line of Sihang Warehouse immediately to observe the battle situation in the area, especially the defense of the Chinese defenders and the offensive tactics of the Japanese army.

The order specifically emphasized that there was no need to participate in combat, only to objectively record and report in a timely manner.

Yoshida Hayato did not dare to delay and immediately said goodbye to Ito Masayoshi.

"Yoshida-kun, the fighting is intense at the Sihang Warehouse. Be careful," Ito Masaki warned, a rare reminder. "I heard that although the defenders are small in number, their resistance is extremely tenacious."

Two hours later, Yoshida Hayato was approaching the north bank of Suzhou River by car.

The closer you get to the Sihang Warehouse, the stronger the smell of gunpowder in the air.

The sound of gunfire coming from afar was dense and continuous, showing the intensity of the battle.

When Yoshida Hayato arrived at the Japanese forward command post, a wave of attacks had just been repelled.

Soldiers with smoke all over their faces carried the wounded and retreated.

"We've failed again! Are these Chinese soldiers truly indestructible?" a captain angrily threw down his military cap. "They're isolated and helpless, why haven't they surrendered yet?"

After showing his ID, Yoshida was taken to a temporary observation point.

Through the telescope, he saw the Sihang Warehouse for the first time.

The building's exterior is covered in bullet holes and damage from shelling, but it still stands tall.

What is even more surprising is that there is a Chinese national flag flying on the roof.

"We've tried to take down that flag many times," explained the Japanese officer nearby. "But every time we take it down, they quickly put up a new one. It's incredible."

Yoshida noticed that although the Japanese army surrounded the warehouse, the attack was limited in effectiveness.

The warehouse building was solid and the defenders occupied an advantageous position, so every time the Japanese tried to approach they were met with accurate fire.

"We've tried explosives, fire attacks, and smoke attacks, but none of them worked," the frontline commander said helplessly. "It seems the defenders are prepared for a long, hard stand."

That night, Yoshida carefully organized his observation report at his temporary residence.

He could never figure out the deeper meaning of why Takuto Takazaki sent him here, but he still carefully organized the observation report and prepared to report to Tianjin.

In the encrypted telegram, he recorded in detail the tactical characteristics of the defenders, how to use building structures for defense, how to effectively distribute limited ammunition, and even how to boost morale by displaying national flags on rooftops.

This information clearly goes beyond the scope of conventional military intelligence and is more like the study of a spiritual symbol.

"Why is the general so concerned about these details?" Yoshida thought to himself.

In the early hours of the morning, Yoshida was awakened by the sound of fierce gunfire.

The Japanese launched another night attack, this time using armored vehicles and flamethrowers.

Through the telescope, Yoshida saw how the defenders cleverly used underground passages and gaps in the wall to counterattack and repel the attack again.

"They don't seem to be defending, but rather trying to prove something," Yoshida wrote in his diary. "Every window could be a gunman hiding, every brick could be a fortress. The defenders here have demonstrated an extraordinary fighting spirit."

"Captain Yoshida, the defenders' resistance seems to have weakened at night," said Yamamoto, an accompanying military police sergeant.

Yoshida Hayato put down his pen and said, "Don't underestimate them. These Chinese soldiers have held their ground for two days. Their fighting spirit far exceeds expectations."

At this moment, three soldiers wearing Japanese army uniforms walked into the tent with their heads lowered. Their equipment looked no different from that of other frontline soldiers.

"Stop! What do you want?" Yamamoto stepped forward and asked.

The soldier in front suddenly looked up, a fierce gleam in his eyes.

He suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed Yoshida Yuto in the abdomen!

Although Yoshida Hayato was a noble, he had attended military school after all, and his reaction was quick. He dodged sideways at the critical moment, and the dagger cut his arm.

"Enemy attack!" Yamamoto shouted, and quickly retreated and drew his gun.