Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The battle started again and quickly became fierce.

The Chinese defenders used all available terrain, including sand dunes, salt piles, dilapidated houses, and hastily dug foxholes, to put up a tenacious resistance.

They had no heavy weapons and no artillery support. The meteor shower just now seemed to be a flash in the pan and never appeared again. The only things they relied on were rifles, machine guns, grenades and their flesh and blood.

Relying on its absolute superiority in manpower and powerful naval artillery support, the Japanese army gradually gained a foothold and established a beachhead.

More and more soldiers successfully landed and began to form battle formations, launching wave-like charges towards the deep defenders' positions.

A brutal blocking battle unfolded along the coastline, in every foxhole, every ridge, every house...

At a machine gun fire point outside Peinong Village, a Maxim heavy machine gun played a huge role.

The shooter is a veteran from Hunan, and the deputy shooter is a fellow townsman of Zhang Ashui.

They operated this precious heavy machine gun, spewing out deadly flames and mowing down large numbers of Japanese charging troops.

But this fire point soon attracted concentrated attacks from the Japanese army, with mortar shells and grenade launchers falling like raindrops.

In the end, a shell hit directly, the machine gun went silent, and the two soldiers died heroically.

Zhang Ashui and his comrades were forced to fight and retreat into the village.

Peinong Village became the first bloody meat grinder.

After the beachhead blockade, nearly one-third of the 300 Chinese defenders suffered casualties.

They retreated into the village and, relying on houses, streets and walls, engaged in brutal street fighting with the pursuing Japanese troops.

The fighting became extremely chaotic and close-quarters.

Gunshots, explosions, shouts and screams echoed in the narrow streets.

The Japanese army cleared out house by house, while the defenders took advantage of the familiar terrain and launched counterattacks and ambushes.

Zhang Ashui and a squad of his comrades took up residence in a brick and stone ancestral hall.

They blocked the door and windows with tables and chairs and fired accurately from the firing holes.

The Japanese army was repelled several times and corpses were piled on the ground outside the ancestral hall.

"Sergeant! No more bullets!" a young soldier cried.

The squad leader was a veteran with a face covered in gunpowder. He looked at the increasing number of Japanese soldiers outside and said through gritted teeth, "Fix your bayonets! Prepare for the final fight!"

"Kill!" The squad leader raised his bayonet and rushed forward first.

Zhang Ashui and the other soldiers who were still able to move also roared their last roars and started a brutal hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese army.

The sound of bayonets clashing, roars, and screams resounded throughout the ancestral hall.

In the end, all the soldiers in this class died in battle, and they also took away the Japanese army that was several times larger than their own.

Similar scenes are happening in every corner of Peinong Village.

The three hundred warriors used their blood and lives to fulfill the oath of "not taking a step back without orders."

At the same time, in some inconspicuous commanding heights and hidden corners on the flanks of the battlefield, another silent hunt was taking place simultaneously.

These locations were carefully selected: the top floor of an abandoned windmill, behind a mound of earth overgrown with weeds in a cemetery, and in the bushes on a riverbank.

Lurking here are pairs of eyes as cold as the frozen soil of Siberia.

They have no good feelings towards the Japanese, nor do they have any sympathy for the Chinese defenders. They are only loyal to Makarov and the big boss Zhou Zhengqing, and some of them just follow their own paranoid pursuit of the art of killing deep in their hearts.

Each team consists of two people: a main shooter and a spotter.

They wear camouflage uniforms and use precision weapons that are out of tune with the times, such as the McMillan TAC-50 or Accuracy International AXMC, long-range anti-material/sniper rifles in .50 or .338 calibers, equipped with advanced white light/thermal fusion sights and ballistic calculation modules.

At this time, the observer continued to scan the Japanese front line through the high-power observation mirror and micro radar, whispering the parameters:

"Wind from southeast, three meters per second, distance 820 meters. Target: an officer wielding a saber, suspected to be the squadron commander."

"Confirmed, team commander, high value." The lead shooter's voice was cold and steady.

He slowly adjusted his breathing and gently pre-pressed the trigger with his specially gloved fingers.

boom!

After a dull and distinctive bang, the .50 BMG high-powered bullet spun out of the barrel at supersonic speed, traveled nearly one kilometer, and accurately hit the target.

The Japanese squadron leader, who was waving his saber and howling to command his soldiers to charge, suddenly felt like his upper body was hit by an invisible hammer. He flew backwards and his saber flew out of his hand.

Even from a distance, one can see through the scope the unnatural blood mist that explodes instantly. The trauma caused to the human body by modern high-precision ammunition is devastating.

"Target cleared." The shooter's voice was calm, as if he had just completed a routine exercise.

He pulled the bolt and the shell was ejected with a crisp sound.

Similar scenes played out in many corners of the battlefield.

The Japanese soon noticed something was amiss: their officers, sergeants, machine gunners, signalmen, and even flag bearers began to mysteriously die one after another from a relatively safe distance. Their deaths were extremely horrific, some as if torn apart by some immense force, while others collapsed suddenly and quietly.

"Sniper! The Chinese army has sharpshooters!"

"Baga! Their guns... are too powerful!"

"We can't find them! Where are they hiding?!"

A strange fear began to spread among the Japanese troops.

The rhythm of the attack was disrupted, junior officers no longer dared to step forward to command, and the soldiers also became hesitant.

This precise "decapitation" tactic greatly weakened the efficiency of the Japanese army's grassroots command and the morale of the troops.

Every time the unique dull gunshot was heard, the surrounding Japanese soldiers subconsciously tightened their necks.

The White Russian snipers strictly followed Makarov's orders, hunting high-value targets and never fighting. They would immediately move their positions after firing one or two shots, wandering around the edge of the battlefield like ghosts, making full use of observation and concealment technology that was far ahead of its time, making it impossible for the Japanese army to track them.

They watched this brutal landing battle coldly, like the god of death who stayed out of the matter, just collecting souls according to the list.

However, as time went on, the situation on the battlefield deteriorated rapidly.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions in Peinong Village gradually became sparse.

On the beach, there were more and more Japanese army's sun flags.

Despite paying a heavy price, the Japanese army's huge troop base and the continuous deployment of newly landed troops have completely overwhelmed the 300 Chinese defenders.

The observer lowered the telescope and whispered into the communicator, "The core defense point is silent. The Chinese defenders' front has collapsed. The Japanese follow-up troops are deploying in full force. Our flanks are beginning to be exposed."

The main shooter looked through the scope and saw the last few Chinese soldiers being drowned by Japanese bayonets. He was silent for a moment.

"Received. Mission terminated. Evacuate as planned."