Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The news was quickly passed back to Makarov's hidden base through the reconnaissance unit.

"Boss, the Japanese are crazy... They have chopped off the hands of at least a thousand civilians..." A White Russian team leader in charge of reconnaissance reported in a low voice.

Makarov listened in silence, the usual crazy smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a cold, almost tangible murderous intent.

He walked to the weapons box, picked up an RPG-7, and gently stroked the cold launch tube.

"Madmen? No, they are beasts, or rather, they have turned themselves into beasts." His voice was calm: "But we are not messengers of justice, we are butchers who work for money.

But... I will do my "work" tonight with more "attention."

He turned and looked at his assembled men: "Tonight, the target is all Japanese front-line supply points, artillery positions, and vehicle concentrations.

Fire all the high-explosive and incendiary bombs! Don't save ammunition! We're going to use fire and explosions to tell those bastards... There's a price they can't afford!"

When night falls again, Makarov's personal guards come out in full force.

But this time, they changed their tactics.

Perhaps out of extreme disgust at the cruel acts of the Japanese army, or perhaps because they realized that close combat would increase the risk when the Japanese army was on high alert, they chose to maintain a distance and launch a devastating attack.

The squads carried a large number of RPG-7 rocket launchers, AGS-17 automatic grenade launchers, and more mortars and disposable rockets.

With the help of advanced night vision and observation equipment, they accurately located the Japanese army's logistics nodes and assembly areas from a long distance.

"Target confirmed, Japanese field ammunition dump, 1,200 meters away."

"Wind correction...launch!"

Whoosh... Boom!

An RPG rocket streaked across the night sky with a trail of flame and hit the target accurately.

Immediately afterwards, a chain reaction of explosions occurred. Huge fireballs and continuous explosions completely engulfed the area, and the guarding Japanese soldiers and a large amount of ammunition were reduced to ashes.

"Azimuth XXX, Japanese convoy rest area, multiple trucks and fuel tankers."

"AGS, covering fire!"

Boom boom boom boom!

The automatic grenade launcher fired hundreds of rounds per minute, spraying 30mm high-explosive grenades like raindrops.

The flames of the explosion spread out in a continuous pattern, the truck was blown up, the tanker was set on fire, and the flames shot up into the sky, lighting up the night sky like day.

Throughout the night, violent explosions and flames continued to be heard from the rear and flanks of the Japanese 10th Army.

Makarov's men were like ghostly artillerymen, quickly moving away after firing a magazine or a few rockets, never entangled.

The Japanese patrols and search teams were running around like headless flies, but they couldn't catch these attackers from the future.

This "rain of fire" caused considerable material losses and casualties to the Japanese army, further slowing down their advance and supply efficiency.

It was cold, professional, efficient revenge.

However, Makarov knew that this level of harassment could not really stop the determination and pace of an army-sized Japanese corps to advance.

There's only so much he can do.

At the same time, the focus of the war has shifted north.

The strategic goal of the Japanese Tenth Army was very clear: to move north quickly and capture Songjiang County, which was located at a key position in the corridor between Hangzhou Bay and Taihu Lake, thereby completely cutting off the main land retreat route for hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops in the Shanghai area.

Once Songjiang falls, the Chinese army in Shanghai will be surrounded and trapped.

Therefore, the Japanese army ignored the harassment caused by Makarov in the rear, concentrated its absolute superiority in manpower and firepower during the day, and launched a fierce attack on Songjiang.

Aircraft bombarded, heavy artillery shelled, tanks led infantry charges... A tidal wave of attacks rushed towards the outer defense line of Songjiang.

At this time, in addition to some remnants of the army that retreated from Jinshanwei, Pudong and other places, the most important and most tragic force ordered to defend Songjiang was the local security corps, police force and temporarily organized volunteer team.

Their equipment was extremely poor. Most of the security groups used old "Hanyang" or even older "sleeve" rounds, and bullets were scarce.

The police had only Mauser pistols and a small number of rifles.

Many of the able-bodied men only had swords, spears and homemade grenades.

They had no heavy machine guns, no mortars, and no backup.

Their training is seriously inadequate; many of them were farmers, shop assistants, and students just a few days ago.

However, behind them was the only way for the friendly forces in Shanghai to survive, and they had no way to retreat.

They were the first meat grinder in the Battle of Songjiang.

Hundreds of members of the Songjiang Security Corps, led by a gray-haired commander, relied on the canals, grave mounds, and simple barricades outside the town to carry out a tenacious resistance.

"Brothers! Hold on! Every minute we hold out gives our brothers in Shanghai a fighting chance!" Regimental Commander Wu brandished a Mauser pistol and shouted hoarsely, "We are the soldiers of Songjiang! We have a duty to defend this land! Even if we die, we will die here!"

Japanese tanks rumbled over and machine gun bullets rained down on the security regiment's positions, sending dirt flying and bricks and stones cracking.

People kept getting shot and falling down.

"Commander! The Japanese's iron turtle is too powerful! We can't defeat it!" A young member of the regiment shouted in tears.

"Even if we can't hit it, we have to fight! Use grenades! Blast its tracks!" Captain Wu's eyes were red. "Second squad! Go around to the right! Throw grenades!"

Several brave members of the regiment crawled forward, trying to get closer to the tank, but the firepower of the accompanying Japanese infantry was so fierce that they were shot down in a pool of blood before they could even get close.

"Damn it!" Captain Wu roared, grabbed a few grenades himself, and was about to jump out of the trench, but was held tightly by the guard beside him.

"Commander! You can't go!"

At this moment, the tank's turret slowly turned and aimed at the makeshift command post where they were.

boom!

A shell landed accurately. When the smoke cleared, the bunker had been blown flat. Captain Wu and his guards had vanished, leaving only tattered uniforms and a sea of ​​crimson...

The regiment commander died, and the defense line was instantly shaken.

The Japanese infantry howled and charged.

The remaining security members did not disperse.

They fired their last bullet, then jumped out of the trenches shouting, raised their swords, spears, and even shovels and hoes, and launched a desperate counterattack against the rushing Japanese troops!

This is a battle that is doomed to be unwinnable.

"Kill one and it's a win! Kill two and it's a profit!"

"Defend Songjiang!!"

There were roars, sounds of metal colliding, and screams.

The security team members fell one by one, dying horribly.

They used the most primitive methods to delay the Japanese army for perhaps only a dozen minutes, or even a few minutes.

Similar scenes were played out in many places outside Songjiang.

Local police set up roadblocks on the streets and fought house to house with the Japanese army, and often all of them died on the job.

The brave men used muskets and homemade cannons to attack the Japanese convoy, sacrificing their lives for a tiny delaying effect.

Their resistance was in vain and could not really stop the advance of the main force of the Japanese army. The outer defense line of Songjiang was quickly breached and the Japanese army was at the gates of the city.

However, they practiced the belief of "responsibility to defend the territory" at the cost of their entire army being annihilated. Their blood and sacrifice were not meaningless.

It was every hour, even every minute, they exchanged for their lives that bought time for reinforcements to arrive.