Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Nanzō Yunko clearly saw the wonderful expression on Zhou Zhengqing's face, which could not be accurately described in any words.

She cautiously asked, "General...you...what's wrong with you?"

This news... although unbelievable, does have its merits from a strategic point of view. If those countries intervene in the conflict between the Empire and China, the Empire will also take the international situation into consideration and may actually cease fire and negotiate with China."

"Stop talking!" Zhou Zhengqing finally couldn't help it and shouted suddenly. He quickly grabbed another cup of ice-cold tea on the table, took a big gulp, and forcibly suppressed the surging evil fire.

The tea was cold, but it couldn't extinguish the evil fire in his heart that was a mixture of disgust, anger, sadness and absurdity.

He put down the teacup, raised his hands, and rubbed his cheeks vigorously, as if trying to wipe away the disgusted expression and regain his composure.

But when he raised his head and looked at Nanzō Yunko again, the nausea in the depths of his eyes still lingered, but was covered by a layer of extremely cold frost.

His voice became unusually calm, terrifyingly calm, like the dead silence before a snowstorm.

"Yunzi."

"Hi Yi!"

"Reply to Dai Li through your channels and tell him that although the Imperial Tenth Army's landing operation encountered minor harassment, its main force has been formed, and its strategic goal is by no means limited to Shanghai.

If the Shanghai defenders really held out for help or hoped for international intervention as rumored, their flanks and rear would inevitably face a devastating encirclement.

I hope he...will take care of himself."

Nanzō Yunko took careful note: "Hey! I'll handle it properly!"

"Go." Zhou Zhengqing waved his hand, looking extremely tired.

Nanzō Yunko saluted and turned away again in that graceful manner.

When the office door closed again and Zhou Zhengqing was alone, he suddenly stood up from his chair and walked quickly to the window. Looking out at the setting sun that was about to completely sink into the horizon, he could no longer suppress his anger:

"The Nine-Power Conference... Brussels... Diplomatic victory... Damn it... Damn it! Damn it!!!" He cursed in a low voice, over and over again, and slammed his fists hard on the cold window frame.

The absurdity and cruelty of history were laid bare before him in a disgusting way that he had never imagined.

He originally thought that he was here to change history, but he discovered that history itself was a huge, bottomless cesspool, and he was trapped in it.

If the Chinese defenders were completely wiped out in Shanghai!! What would happen to the huge amount of merit points I borrowed from the system!!!

wrong! ! !

In history, during the Battle of Shanghai, the Chinese army did withdraw a lot in the end. The system also gave them a task, so the Chinese army would definitely retreat! !

Could it be that I had misunderstood the key point of the task given by the system from the very beginning? !

Delaying the Jinshanwei Tenth Army from encircling Shanghai was only superficially easy to accomplish; the real difficulty of this mission was how to make the Chinese army retreat early!!!

The system said that the number of troops evacuating Shanghai would be counted towards the merit point calculation, which was the key to this mission!!!

A flash of lightning flashed through Zhou Zhengqing's mind, instantly splitting the fog, and he felt a sudden sense of enlightenment!

But what should I do now?

The meager force used to delay the front line and harass the landing points was no longer able to reverse Nanjing's extremely stupid strategic decision.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Just when Zhou Zhengqing was caught off guard by the sudden news.

In the command room of the Third Fleet flagship "Izumo", Vice Admiral Hasegawa Kiyoshi stared at the battle map with a frown.

"What's the weather report?" he asked without turning around.

The meteorologist behind him immediately replied, "Commander, the cloud cover today is about 800 meters high, with visibility of 3-5 kilometers. There may be light rain in the afternoon. This weather is not conducive to aviation operations, but it is not completely impossible to fly."

Hasegawa Kiyoshi nodded slightly and turned his gaze to the Chief of Staff, Major General Sugiyama Rokuzo, beside him: "Has the information from the military police been confirmed?"

"Chief of Staff Nakamura is in place, so we can proceed as planned, but..." He hesitated, "Doing so is very risky. If the Army gets a hold of us..."

Hasegawa Kiyoshi sneered, "When have those army idiots ever dared to stand against us? The important thing is to complete Commander Takazaki's instructions and order all air forces to prepare for takeoff according to the planned schedule."

"Hi Yi!"

At the same time, in a hidden observation post on the Pudong front, Ken Nakagawa was observing the movements of the Japanese 9th Division through a high-powered telescope.

The signalman beside him was debugging the radio equipment to ensure smooth communication with the Third Fleet.

"Section Chief, the 9th Division's vanguard has begun advancing toward Zhoujiaqiao," the observer reported. "At this rate, the attack can begin around noon."

Nakagawa Ken's face was solemn: "Notify the navy and start the operation in one hour."

"The Third Fleet will 'misjudge' the target and 'accidentally bomb' the Ninth Division's advance route." A subordinate reported.

Another person nearby couldn't help but interject, "Section Chief, can we really fool those Army guys with this? Are they all fools?"

Nakagawa Ken gave him a cold look and said, "There's no need to hide it. Our mission is simply to create enough controversy and chaos. As long as controversy exists, the army won't dare to take the risk of advancing."

At 9:17 a.m., twelve Type 96 carrier-based fighters and eight Type 96 carrier-based bombers had completed refueling and bombing and were on standby on the deck runway.

Flight captain Colonel Sumiichi Kobayashi stood in front of the formation and gave the final mission briefing: "Gentlemen, today's mission is very special. We need to carry out "blockade bombing" on the A3 to C7 areas. The goal is to "prevent the enemy from mobilizing."

However, the actual mission coordinates have been issued. Please note that our troops are active in these areas, so please be "cautious with bombing."

The pilots looked at each other in confusion. Someone couldn't help but ask, "Colonel, does this mean we're going to bomb our own positions?"

Kobayashi Sumichi's face darkened. "Follow orders! Specific tactical decisions are left to the individual captains. Remember, everything is for the greater good of the empire!"

"Hi!" The pilots responded in unison, and many of them almost laughed out loud.

If they could give the army some tough treatment, these naval and air forces would be very happy to do so, as they would have something to brag about when they return.

At 9:30, the first batch of fighter planes roared into the air and flew in formation under the low clouds.

Viewed from the ground, these fighter planes look like migratory birds, but they bring not life but death.

At 10:05 am, the 36th Regiment of the 9th Division of the Japanese Army was advancing towards Zhoujiaqiao.

Colonel Jiro Wakisaka, the regiment commander, rode on his warhorse and observed the front position through a telescope.

"Report to the commander! The vanguard squadron has arrived at the first line of defense of the Chinese army!" The signalman ran to report.

Wakisaka Jiro nodded with satisfaction. "Very good! Order the 2nd Battalion to circumvent the left flank and cut off the enemy's retreat. Wait for my order to launch a simultaneous attack. We must completely capture Zhoujia Bridge before the navy reacts!"

At this moment, the roar of an airplane was heard in the sky. The soldiers looked up and saw the Navy's Type 96 carrier-based bomber flying low.

"It's a navy plane!" a soldier exclaimed. The shadow of the previous navy bombing came to his mind, and he subconsciously looked for cover.