Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

After a pause, Makarov's men added: "They launched a counterattack and temporarily pushed back the Japanese vanguard."

Upon hearing this, the other core members of the command post seemed to be slightly relieved.

Although the night attack achieved remarkable results, it also made them nervous. After all, they were operating behind a large enemy force of tens of thousands of people.

If the front line of defense can be stabilized, their pressure will be much less.

However, Makarov simply scoffed and tossed the intelligence summary onto the console.

"The 67th Army? Wu Keren? I know them. They're tough guys in the Northeast Army. They want to avenge their humiliation." He walked over to the screen and pointed at the location of Songjiang City. "Their courage is commendable, but it's meaningless."

He turned around and glanced at his men: "Do you think we can hold this place with just one army? Look at their equipment! Zhongzheng? Maxim? A few outdated mountain cannons?

Look at how many heavy artillery, planes, and tanks the Japanese have! And General Yanagawa Ping has three divisions! Over 100,000 men! How long can Wu Keren's army, plus those crippled miscellaneous troops, hold out?

His tone was cold and realistic, extinguishing the glimmer of hope that had just risen in his men.

"Boss, then... do we still need to continue harassing the Japanese logistics as planned tonight?" A team leader asked hesitantly, "Perhaps it can help relieve some of their pressure..."

Makarov shook his head slowly and blew out a smoke ring.

"No, that's not necessary." He looked at the constantly changing enemy and friend indicators on the screen: "Once an offensive and defensive battle of this scale forms on the front battlefield, our limited number of people harassing the logistics line will have limited effect and great risks.

The Japanese must be looking for us like crazy right now, there's no need to risk this."

The men were silent for a moment. Another man whispered, "So... we're just going to evacuate now? Mission accomplished?"

"Evacuate?" Makarov smiled a familiar, disturbing, crazy smile as if he had heard a joke: "No, dear Davarishi, our mission is far from over.

The boss's order is very clear. Before receiving the next order, the Japanese Tenth Army's offensive must be firmly held back in Songjiang! We must buy enough time for a full retreat from Shanghai!"

"But... Boss..." The subordinate looked troubled: "How can we possibly stop a legion of Japanese troops with just us? This..."

Makarov interrupted him abruptly, his voice rising a few notches with an almost insane confidence:

"Block it? Who said we should block it head-on?"

Makarov chuckled mysteriously as he spoke, "Our big boss may have made a slight error in judgment, which led to a significant loss of investment. This has only exacerbated his already indebted situation."

The men looked at Makarov in confusion, completely unable to understand what he meant.

"Gamblers understand this! ...So, to make up for his mistake, our boss gave us another large investment, hehe." "A real feast is waiting for us to serve to the Japanese."

He looked around at his men: "What we need to do is not to add icing on the cake while the Chinese can still hold on. If we act too early, it will only make those Chinese still have illusions and have ridiculous self-confidence.

We have to be there when they are about to collapse!"

His eyes became incomparably sharp and cruel: "When Songjiang City was about to fall, Wu Keren and his soldiers shed their last drop of blood, and the Japanese thought they had won, at that moment of euphoria! That was the perfect time for us to take action!

We will use a method they can't even comprehend to give them a "surprise" they'll never forget! A blow that will give that old devil Yanagawa Heisuke a lifetime of nightmares!

He paused, and his tone regained some composure, but became even more terrifying:

"Now, pass the order down, all units, maintain the highest level of concealment, and move to the second backup assembly point.

We... need to get away from the battlefield, find a good spot, and watch the show quietly...

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On November 6, the autumn rain continued. The 67th Army, which was ordered to march quickly from Baihegang, Anting and other places to Songjiang in the rain, finally arrived at the Songjiang battlefield.

Inside the city, Security Commander Wang Gongyu had been waiting for a long time.

When he saw that the 67th Army's equipment was relatively intact and its morale was high, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Commander Wu, you're finally here!" Guo Rudong tightly grasped Wu Keren's hand. "My troops have been reduced to only a few hundred men. If you had arrived a step later, Songjiang would have been lost."

Wu Keren's expression was solemn: "Commander Guo, Commander Wang, what's the situation?"

Wang Gongyu unfolded the map. "The Japanese army is approaching Songjiang from the southeast. Our troops are currently guarding the west and south gates, but we are outnumbered and I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out for long."

. . . . . . .

As night fell, no one in Songjiang City went to sleep.

The arrival of the 67th Army gave the originally desperate defenders a glimmer of hope.

The soldiers reinforced fortifications and carried ammunition, and the medical team urgently set up a field hospital.

It was late at night when Wu Keren finished inspecting the city defenses. He stood on the ancient city wall of Songjiang, looking at the continuous lights of the Japanese army camp in the distance, knowing that tomorrow's battle would be extremely difficult.

"Commander, it's late, you should get some rest." The adjutant advised softly.

Wu Keren shook his head. "Let me stay a little longer. Look, Songjiang Ancient City is so beautiful. I'm afraid it will be destroyed by war tomorrow."

The ancient city of Songjiang is quiet and peaceful under the moonlight, and the bricks and stones with a thousand-year history are shining with a cool luster in the moonlight.

Who could have imagined that in a few hours this place would turn into hell on earth.

On the morning of November 7, just as the sky was getting light, Japanese planes arrived as scheduled. The roar of the bombers came from far away, breaking the tranquility before dawn.

"Air raid! Take cover!"

Amid the shrill alarms, bombs fell like raindrops, the explosions were deafening, the ancient city walls were shaking, bricks and stones were flying, and thick smoke was billowing.

Wu Keren remained calm in the command post: "Order all units to enter their positions according to the predetermined plan. Anti-aircraft machine gun team, fire into the air!"

Four anti-aircraft machine guns spewed out flames, forming a barrage of bullets in the air.

A Japanese plane was hit and fell to the ground, trailing black smoke, and exploded into a huge fireball.

After the bombing lasted for about half an hour, the Japanese artillery fire began to extend and the infantry launched a full-scale attack under the cover of tanks.

"The devils are coming! Get ready to fight!"

On the battlefield, Wang Xirui, commander of the 319th Regiment of the 107th Division, shuttled through the trenches: "Don't panic, fight close! Follow my orders!"

The Japanese troops were getting closer and closer, and the cold light flashing on their bayonets could be seen clearly.

"beat!"