Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Outside Songjiang City, smoke covered the sky and corpses were everywhere.

The resistance of the last organized security group gradually died out at the last barricade in the southeast of Qingpu Town.

The gunshots became sparse and sporadic, and more often there was the cold sound of the Japanese Type 38 rifles executing the wounded soldiers, and their triumphant howls.

Above the town hall, a tattered blue sky, white sun flag was roughly torn down by Japanese soldiers and thrown into the mud and trampled upon.

Sporadic resistance continues.

In a half-collapsed courtyard, a policeman with a bullet wound in his arm was holding a Mauser pistol with no bullets in his still-moving hand.

He rushed towards the Japanese soldiers who were rushing in, and was then stabbed by several bayonets at the same time.

Deep in an alley, several strong men holding farm tools launched a final desperate charge, but were instantly mowed down by machine guns.

Songjiang, the hub city on the Beijing-Hangzhou Corridor, seemed to have heard the death knell of its fall.

The Japanese vanguard had even begun trying to advance towards the city wall, and the engineers were scouting the weak points of the moat and the city wall, preparing to launch a general attack.

The remaining defenders and frightened civilians in the city could clearly hear the roar of Japanese tank engines outside the city and the officers' calls for surrender in stiff Chinese.

Despair was like an icy tide, drowning everyone's heart.

However, at this darkest moment, a mechanical noise different from the dull roar of Japanese tanks came from the northwest!

Then, there was a loud and rapid military bugle call! The bugle call penetrated the din of gunfire and artillery, carrying a familiar, heart-pounding melody!

"Listen! What's that sound?!" A wounded soldier from the security corps, who was lying on the battlement of the city wall with his face covered in black and gray, suddenly raised his head.

"Yes...it's our number! It's our reinforcements!!" another soldier screamed in disbelief, his voice distorted with excitement.

All the defenders who were still able to move struggled to look towards the northwest.

On the horizon, a cloud of dust rose up! A huge army was marching towards Songjiang City at a rapid pace!

In front of the team were a large number of trucks. Although they were old, they were a rare mobile force on this battlefield.

A heavy Maxim machine gun was mounted on the truck, and the soldiers held on to the railings tightly with solemn expressions.

Behind and on either side of the trucks, endless, resounding marches of infantrymen clad in worn, German M35 helmets, carrying Zhongzheng rifles and heavy backpacks. Mixed in with them were mules and horses laden with ammunition and equipment.

At the front of the team, a jeep quietly stopped on a high ground outside the city.

A tall, resolute-looking general jumped out of the car. He was wearing a tweed military uniform with two shining stars on his collar.

He raised the telescope and took a quick glance at the tragic scene outside the city and the approaching Japanese army, and his brows instantly furrowed.

"Damn it! We're still a step too late!" He put down the telescope and shouted in a voice like thunder, with a thick northeastern accent, "Brothers! Grab your weapons! Push those devils outside the city back!"

The person who came was Wu Keren, Lieutenant General and Commander of the 67th Army of the National Revolutionary Army!

The 67th Army, originating from the Northeast Army system, is a force with a profound heritage and strong national hatred and family feuds.

After the "September 18th" Incident, they bore the humiliation of "non-resistance" and were exiled to the interior of China, always longing to fight a decisive battle with the Japanese invaders and wash away the shame.

After the Battle of Shanghai broke out, they volunteered to rush to provide assistance from thousands of miles away.

At this moment, they finally arrived at the last moment when Songjiang was about to fall!

Almost at the same time, another much smaller, exhausted but fierce-eyed team also joined the 67th Army from another direction.

Their uniforms were tattered, their numbers blurred, many were wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, their weapons varied, and there were even old Sichuan-made rifles and broadswords.

But their backs were straight and their eyes burned with the fire of unyielding spirit.

The team was led by officers from the 40th Division, part of the 40th Army.

This troop comes from Sichuan.

They were the sons of the Sichuan Army who wore straw sandals and relied on their own feet to cross mountains and rivers for thousands of miles before arriving at the Battle of Shanghai!

They had just experienced the most brutal battle on the front line, and an entire division was reduced to only more than 500 people!

At this moment, they didn't even have time to rest and rushed into Songjiang, the new desperate place, without hesitation.

The Sichuan Army general found Wu Keren and said in a hoarse but firm voice: "Commander Wu! All the soldiers in our division who can still fight are here! More than 500 guns, at your command!"

Wu Keren looked at this group of wounded but high-spirited Sichuan Army brothers and nodded heavily. Without any extra words, he just patted each other on the shoulder and said, "Good brothers! Let's kill the devils together! The 67th Army will be responsible for the frontal counterattack! Please enter the city immediately to help consolidate the city defense!"

"Order!"

In an instant, thunderous cheers erupted inside and outside the originally dead silent and hopeless Songjiang City!

"Reinforcements have arrived! It's the Northeast Army! It's the 67th Army!"

"There are still Sichuan troops! Brothers, hold on!"

"Fight back! Avenge our dead brothers!"

The security guards, policemen and able-bodied soldiers who had originally thought they were doomed and were ready to fight for their lives were now like being given a shot of adrenaline. They burst out with their last bit of strength, roared at the approaching Japanese army, and even launched a weak counterattack!

The Japanese vanguard, who were excitedly preparing to attack the city, were completely stunned by this sudden and large-scale new force.

They watched the Chinese troops coming in like a tide, and saw the equipment and momentum that were obviously those of a regular army, especially the large number of heavy machine guns and mortars that had already begun to be set up, and their offensive was instantly stalled.

"Baga! The main reinforcements of the Chinese army!"

"They are the elite of the Chinese people! They are well-equipped!"

"Retreat! Report to the regiment commander immediately! Request artillery support!"

The Japanese vanguard retreated in panic, trying to reorganize the battle line.

General Wu Keren decisively ordered: "Artillery Battalion! Establish positions immediately and bombard the Japanese troops gathering later! The 108th Division is responsible for the left wing, and the 107th Division is responsible for the right wing! Recapture the positions outside the city that the Japanese just occupied! Don't let them get close to the city wall!"

The soldiers of the 67th Army were like tigers coming down the mountain, shouting slogans such as "Kill the enemy and serve the country! Recover lost territory!" and launched an overwhelming counterattack against the Japanese army with skillful tactical moves.

The Maxim heavy machine guns roared incessantly, suppressing the Japanese firepower points. The Zhongzheng rifles fired dense and powerful volleys.

The mortar shells landed precisely in the Japanese attack formation.

At the most critical moment of the Songjiang Defense War, the timely arrival of Wu Keren's 67th Army and the remnants of the Sichuan Army instantly reversed the situation! An even more brutal, but finally no longer one-sided, urban defense battle was about to begin.

In a hidden command post ten kilometers away from Songjiang, the low hum of electronic equipment formed a strange contrast with the deafening artillery fire outside.

Makarov held a cigar in his mouth and stared at the battlefield situation map that was updated in real time on the tactical screen.

The red arrows representing the Japanese 10th Army were fiercely squeezing the blue defense line representing the Songjiang defenders from multiple directions. Although the blue area was temporarily stabilized and even pushed back a little due to the arrival of Wu Keren's 67th Army, the overall situation was still precarious.

A White Russian subordinate in charge of communications and intelligence analysis came over quickly and handed over a summary of the intelligence that had just been deciphered.

"Boss, the Chinese reinforcements have arrived. They are the 67th Army of the Northeast Army, led by Wu Keren, and a remnant of the Sichuan Army, about 400 to 500 men. They are part of the 40th Army."