Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The remaining officers and soldiers of the 67th Army lay in the trenches, also stunned by the rain of destruction falling from the sky.

The intensity, accuracy and suddenness of the artillery fire far exceeded any artillery bombardment they had experienced before.

Inside the military headquarters, all the staff officers were stunned, listening to the roar coming from the observation post in disbelief.

"Report to the commander-in-chief! The shelling is coming from the southwest!"

"The impact points completely cover the Japanese attack formation!"

"The artillery fire is incredibly intense! I've never seen anything like this before! It might be our artillery support!"

"Could it be that the Japanese army has circled behind us and was about to bombard us, but missed!!"

Wu Keren listened to the discussions around him and quickly raised his telescope.

The scene before him was something he would never forget.

The Japanese army, which had originally surged in like a tide, was now struggling in a sea of ​​death of steel and fire.

The artillery fire extended in a very methodical manner, like a huge plow of death, repeatedly plowing through the Japanese army's assembly areas, charge routes and rear support positions.

"This...this is..."

Just when everyone was in doubt, an even bigger change occurred.

"Commander, southeast! Japanese troops!"

Wu Keren turned the telescope.

Outside Songjiang City, on the southeast horizon, a cloud of dust rose up, covering the sky and the sun.

Immediately afterwards, a torrent of steel rushed into the battlefield like a flood breaking through a dam!

One, ten, fifty, a hundred... More than two hundred Japanese tanks appeared in the field of view of the telescope.

"It's a tank! It's a Japanese tank!"

"So many!!! It turns out that the Japanese reinforcements have circled around and are coming from behind, and they have concentrated so many tanks!!"

Wu Keren's pupils suddenly contracted.

The adjutant suddenly shouted, "Commander, it's the Japanese army! They mistakenly attacked one of their own people! This is a godsend opportunity, don't miss it!"

Wu Keren also came to his senses and immediately shouted, "Pass my order, all units! Immediately! Immediately! Break out while the chaos is going on!"

"To the northwest! Disperse and retreat! Gather at Qingpu!"

"Take away all the wounded who can be taken away! For those who can't be taken away... leave enough weapons and grenades behind!"

The instinct for survival was instantly ignited! The officers shouted at the top of their lungs to gather the troops.

"Let's go!" Wu Keren growled, turned around and joined the breakout crowd.

The fall of Songjiang City was inevitable, but the seeds of the 67th Army survived because of this sudden "change".

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About fifteen kilometers northwest of the main battlefield of Songjiang, there is a low-lying wasteland with dense reeds.

This place is far away from the main transportation lines and rarely visited. The days of war seem to have forgotten this corner.

However, at this moment, this wasteland is bustling with activity.

Hundreds of artillery pieces of various types were lying dormant in scattered formations.

Their rough welded armor, angular metal components, and long or short gun barrels all exude a violent aesthetic.

This is the new support Makarov received, a division-level artillery group, as well as some supporting ammunition supply vehicles, forward observation, and command vehicles.

The gun barrel was raised high, pointing directly to the skyline of the Songjiang battlefield in the southeast.

The artillery crew members stood silently at their positions, like statues.

The air was filled with the smell of diesel and a cold, murderous intent.

Makarov slowly walked to a huge cannon, reached out his hand, and gently stroked the cold and rough gun barrel armor, as if stroking the skin of his lover.

There was no expression on his face, only an excitement that was almost religious fanaticism dancing in the depths of his eyes.

He raised his right hand, put his thumb up, pointed his index finger at the sky in the distant direction of Songjiang, which was dyed gray and black by gun smoke, and made a gesture of pulling the trigger.

"Bang." His lips silently simulated a gunshot, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Almost at the moment when he made the gesture, an artillery commander holding a red flag next to him suddenly waved the flag down!

next moment.

"Concentrate fire, rapid fire! Fire!"

The order issued through the encrypted radio was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg!

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

It was no longer the dense and sharp roar of the previous "Hail" rocket launcher, but another kind of deeper, heavier, and more soul-shaking terrifying roar!

Dozens of 150mm heavy artillery roared at the same time!

The huge recoil force caused the gun body to pause violently, and huge conical flames and shock waves spurted out from both sides of the muzzle brake, instantly crushing the reeds on the ground and igniting them!

The roar of the shells blasting out of the guns converged into a continuous, deafening roar of thunder, as if the earth itself were roaring! A blazing wave of air swept across the entire launch site, and the smell of gunpowder instantly became a hundred times stronger!

Dozens of high-explosive projectiles weighing tens of kilograms, spinning at a speed several times the speed of sound, tearing through the air, drawing a high parabola of death, and rushing towards the distant Songjiang battlefield!

They flew over villages, rivers, wilderness, and over the heads of Japanese troops fighting or marching, aiming directly at the most important offensive starting positions, artillery cluster positions, logistics hubs, and front-line command posts of the Japanese 10th Army under the city of Songjiang!

Makarov stood there, enjoying the violent vibrations and the pleasure of shock waves hitting his chest brought by this symphony of destruction.

He opened his arms and looked up at the faint smoke trails left by the shells across the sky, as if embracing the destruction he had created with his own hands.

"Perfection... This is art..." He muttered to himself, with a crazy glint in his eyes...

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A few hours ago, Tianjin, Japanese garrison military police headquarters.

Zhou Zhengqing frowned and rubbed his temples with his fingers. On the desk in front of him were spread out the situation map of the Songhu battlefield and intelligence telegrams from various sources.

But his eyes were not focused on the map, but on a certain empty point in the sky, as if communicating with an invisible existence.

"System, even though that madman Makarov caused Yanagawa Heisuke some trouble, the Tenth Army's knife still stabbed us..."

Zhou Zhengqing whispered in his mind, his voice could only be "heard" by himself and the existence called "system".

A cold, emotionless, neutral electronic voice sounded deep in his mind:

[Based on the historical trajectory correction coefficient, Makarov's intervention increased the losses of the Japanese 10th Army's landing forces by approximately 2.2%, and delayed the landing and initial deployment time by approximately 6 hours.

However, its overall strategic posture has not changed fundamentally, and its main force is expected to continue moving north to attack Songjiang as planned.