Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

No hesitation, no unnecessary movements.

These ruthless hunters quickly dismantled their guns and packed all their modern equipment into special carrying bags, erasing any possible traces.

Like mercury melting into the sand, he slipped out of his hiding place silently, taking advantage of the terrain and the confusion caused by the firefight, and disengaged with skillful tactical movements.

They passed through burning villages, bypassed piles of corpses of Japanese and Chinese soldiers, and turned a deaf ear to the deafening shouts and explosions around them.

The evacuation route had been planned long ago, avoiding the main attack direction of the Japanese army and the possible retreat path of the Chinese army.

A few minutes later, these groups of Belarusian snipers disappeared completely at the edge of the smoke-filled battlefield, as if they had never appeared.

The Japanese army was left alone to continue to wipe out the remaining enemies in confusion and anger, and the bodies of countless officers fell under the inexplicable gunshots, which became a puzzling and horrifying episode in this battle.

They completed the "delayed" tasks assigned by their employers, but that was all.

When the mission becomes impossible to continue or the cost is too high, they leave without hesitation, arriving like a ghost and disappearing like a ghost.

. . . . . . .

When the deafening artillery roars from Jinshanwei and the strange "meteor shower" streaked across the sky, the 63rd Division of the 28th Army stationed between Zhapu and Yanpu immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

The division commander ordered the most capable 187th Brigade under his command to rush to Jinshanwei for emergency assistance.

The brigade commander, Major General Li Bojiao, a brave general from Liling, Hunan, did not hesitate and led his troops to set off quickly.

The troops marched quickly along the road. The sounds of explosions in the distance became clearer and clearer, and the sky was dyed gray and black by gunpowder smoke.

Brigadier General Li Bojiao looked solemn. He knew that the remaining troops in Jinshanwei were extremely weak and would be in great danger facing the large-scale landing of the Japanese army.

He kept urging the troops to speed up.

However, the Japanese army obviously also anticipated the reinforcement of the Chinese army.

Japanese Air Force fighter planes appeared and dive-bombed and strafed the advancing 63rd Division troops.

At the same time, the Japanese troops that had landed and initially consolidated their beachhead positions also sent vanguard troops inland to try to block the Chinese reinforcements.

During the march, Brigadier Commander Li Bojiao's troops were constantly harassed by air strikes and small ground forces, and their marching speed was seriously affected.

In an open area near "Jinsiniang Bridge", the troops encountered a group of Japanese bombers again.

Brigade Commander Li Bojiao ordered his troops to evacuate and hide, but a bomb exploded near him.

"Commander! Be careful!" The guard rushed to the rescue, but it was too late.

Shrapnel hit Brigadier General Li Bojiao. . . This general, eager to rush to the rescue, collapsed on his way to the battlefield before he even reached the main battlefield, and died a heroic death.

His sacrifice was the highest-ranking loss suffered by the Chinese army during the Jinshanwei War of Resistance, and it also foreshadowed the difficulty and tragedy of the reinforcement operation.

The sacrifice of the brigade commander did not cause the 63rd Division to collapse, but instead aroused greater anger for revenge among the officers and soldiers.

Under the command of the deputy brigade commander, the troops continued to advance tenaciously towards Jinshanwei and engaged in a fierce battle with the Japanese blocking forces.

But they ultimately failed to break through the Japanese blockade in time, rush to the core battlefield, and save the fate of the three hundred warriors.

While blocking the enemy at the beach and Peinong Village, another part of the Japanese troops attacked the ancient city of Jinshanwei.

The defense here is even weaker, mainly defended by Jinshan County's security team, police and spontaneously organized volunteer teams.

They were poorly equipped and lacked training, but their will to defend their country was equally resolute.

On the city walls, gates and streets, these local armed forces engaged in an almost suicidal fight with the Japanese army armed to the teeth.

The police fired with pistols, the security team used old bolt-action rifles, and the able-bodied men even fought desperately with the Japanese army using swords, spears, and farm tools.

The battle was short and brutal.

In the face of an absolute gap in strength, any courage would seem tragic and pale.

Jinshanwei City fell quickly.

Many policemen, security guards and able-bodied men died on the job.

However, resistance did not cease completely, and some survivors retreated into the countryside and nearby reed marshes.

Among them were early members of the folk anti-Japanese leaders who later became famous in the Shanghai and Hangzhou areas.

They survived this desperate defensive battle and accumulated deep hatred for the Japanese army. They later launched a long-term guerrilla war, constantly harassing the Japanese army and becoming a resistance force that caused headaches for the Japanese army in the area along the north shore of Hangzhou Bay.

A spark begins to grow.

Blood shed in Songhu, souls guarded Jinshan, the long river of history still rolls forward with heavy sighs.

But in the dark night of Jinshanwei, more than 300 pairs of bloodthirsty eyes were watching the Japanese army's every move.

Behind the Jinshanwei landing site, the night was as dark as ink and the smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated.

Although the Japanese Tenth Army successfully established a beachhead and began to advance deep inland, the strange and brutal battle during the day.

In particular, the horrific "bombardment" that almost wiped out the first landing troops and the elusive and precise sniping cast a huge shadow in the hearts of all surviving Japanese soldiers.

The troops were filled with a sense of tension and anxiety in the hastily established temporary garrisons and marching columns.

The officers kept emphasizing that it was the last struggle of the Chinese army and some unknown but bound to be overcome new weapon. However, the real nightmare had just begun.

Night belongs to Makarov.

In an abandoned village about five kilometers away from the Japanese vanguard, the main force of Makarov's private guards completed their assembly.

Nearly three hundred mercenaries, former special forces members, desperadoes, and racists, all changed into dark combat uniforms more suitable for night operations and inspected their modern equipment.

The AK-74M assault rifle was equipped with an infrared laser pointer and a silencer, the barrel of the PKP "Pecheneg" general-purpose machine gun glowed coldly in the moonlight, and the RPG-7V3 rocket launcher was unloaded from the vehicle.

Their helmets were connected to monocular or binocular night vision goggles, which were emitting a faint green fluorescence.

Makarov stood on the hood of a truck, scanning his troops.

His face was devoid of the usual playfulness and madness, only a cold murderous intent remained.

“Gentlemen,” his voice came through the individual soldier communication system and reached everyone’s ears, clear and cold: “The daytime opening show is over.

Now, it's dinner time.

Our boss paid us a huge sum of money to give the Japanese Tenth Army a good kick in the ass and make them roll around in the mud a few more times."

He paused, looking over the crowd.

"Our mission is not to defeat them head-on, that's impossible.

Our mission is to... harass.

Like a pack of nasty hyenas, they kept on gnawing at their flanks, hunting down their officers, destroying their supplies, and creating the greatest confusion and terror.

Let them pay the price of blood for every step forward, let them have sleepless nights, let them be suspicious of everything!"

"We want to make that old devil Yanagawa Heisuke feel that he is not landing in China, but in fucking hell!

We need to buy time for those Chinese rookies who are struggling in Shanghai to retreat, regroup, and build a defense! Do you understand?"

"Understood, boss!" came the low and neat response.

"Very good." Makarov gave a cruel smile: "Remember, we are ghosts, a plague, a nightmare they cannot understand.

Use your equipment to your advantage and take advantage of the darkness.

Keep moving and kill efficiently.

Now, the hunt begins! All teams, set off according to the predetermined plan! "