Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

When Zhou Zhengqing heard this, his face suddenly turned gloomy. He clenched his fists, suppressed the anger in his heart, and spoke with gritted teeth.

"Okay, okay, you actually carried heavy weapons without telling me.

What are they doing! Are they planning to rebel? No, that's not right! Where did the infantry guns come from? Where did they get the Type 92 infantry guns? "

Masaki Yamiya shook his head in confusion, indicating that he knew nothing about the origin of these Type 92 infantry guns.

He usually just hangs out with Itai Yudai and others and is indifferent to everything. Naturally, he doesn't know the source and destination of these cannons.

At this moment, Ogura Daichi suddenly interrupted and said, "Ahem, sir. That... that cannon was stored here by the 4th Division.

There are thirteen of them in total. I heard they were about to break down, so they were brought back to China for repairs.”

However, Ogura Daichi seemed evasive when he spoke, as if he had something to hide.

Hearing this news, Zhou Zhengqing suddenly felt dizzy. He was sure that he knew nothing about the cannon!

When were these cannons stored here? Why didn't anyone tell him? Could it be that Itai Yudai and the others had been hiding something from him?

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhengqing couldn't help but get furious. He immediately cast a sharp gaze at Ogura Daichi and asked, "When did this happen? How come I don't know anything about it!"

Facing Zhou Zhengqing's questioning, Ogura Daichi lowered his head, not daring to look him in the eye, and answered hesitantly.

"Just, just two days ago. The Fourth Division came to me... You were busy arresting people, so I didn't tell you." After saying this, he lowered his head even more.

Zhou Zhengqing's face became increasingly gloomy. He stared at Ogura Daichi and continued to ask questions.

"You are not going to tell me that they not only brought cannons, but also equipped them with shells!" Zhou Zhengqing had lost his patience at this time, and his voice was full of anger.

"Yes. There are three trucks..." Ogura Daichi's voice was as low as a mosquito's, but Zhou Zhengqing could still hear it clearly.

Three trucks! That's three trucks! It's enough to plow the whole of Harbin!

"Didn't you say the cannon was broken? Then what's going on with the commotion over in Nakamura now! Huh!" Zhou Zhengqing's tone became even colder.

"This!... You have to ask Itai Yudai. It was he who contacted the 4th Division! It was all arranged by Itai Yudai, and he said it had to be kept confidential. I didn't dare to ask more." Under Zhou Zhengqing's questioning, Ogura Daichi sold out Itai Yudai.

Zhou Zhengqing put his hands on his waist, his chest heaving violently. What on earth do these guys want to do!

Zhou Zhengqing felt his head buzzing, he couldn't understand why this happened. He thought everything was under control, but he didn't expect so many accidents to happen.

"What exactly do you want to do? Are you going to blow Harbin into ruins?" Zhou Zhengqing glared at Ogura Daichi, with anger flashing in his eyes.

Ogura Daichi lowered his head, not daring to look Zhou Zhengqing in the eye.

Itai Yudai, Kwantung Army! The 4th Division? Osaka Division? Ogura Daichi, from Osaka!

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Zhengqing's mind in an instant. He vaguely felt that he seemed to have grasped an important clue, but he couldn't grasp it exactly.

However, this was not the time to think deeply about these issues. Zhou Zhengqing glared fiercely at the two people who lowered their heads and dared not move like children who had made mistakes.

"What are you still standing there for! Gather the remaining gendarmes immediately and follow me!" Time was running out, and Zhou Zhengqing knew he had to get to the police station as soon as possible.

Nakamura led people to the police station without authorization this time. If someone died or caused other troubles, it would be of no benefit to him. He did not give the order, so he suffered a great loss.

At the police department, the shelling continued. Mortars and Type 92s continued to fire shells at the police department building without stopping. However, these shells did not cost the gendarmerie a penny.

The high-explosive shells fired from the mortar landed on the roof of the police station, raising thick clouds of dust that blurred the vision.

Occasionally, some well-aimed shells flew directly into the house through the windows, causing explosions, furniture and floors to fly everywhere, creating a huge mess.

However, these attacks caused relatively little damage to the sturdy police building. The real deadly threat came from the two Type 92 guns.

Because the gendarmerie lacked professional artillery, they were unable to accurately strike targets at long distances.

Therefore, the two Type 92 rifles were pushed by the gendarmes to a distance of less than 300 meters from the National Police Agency building for close-range shooting.

Each high-explosive bomb weighing 3.8 kilograms ruthlessly bombarded the wall of the police department building, making a deafening explosion.

Each shelling would take away a large piece of the wall, leaving behind a number of shocking holes of varying sizes.

Under the continuous bombardment of these two Type 92 rifles, the front of the Police Department building became riddled with holes and was on the verge of collapse.

"Hahaha! Yoshi! That's it! Don't stop, keep firing." Nakagawa Ken stood next to the two Type 92 rifles, waving his command knife in his hand and laughing wildly.

"Hi Yi!"

The two military police squads who were originally responsible for operating the mortars now finally had the opportunity to come into contact with real cannons. They were so excited that they could hardly contain themselves.

This time, the target was a building that could not move or fight back, which made them feel particularly relaxed and happy. So, they all worked hard and devoted themselves to the task of firing.

Soldiers kept unloading boxes of shells from the trucks, each box containing four heavy shells.

These shells were quickly transported to the side of two Type 92 infantry guns, ready to be loaded into the barrels at any time.

Amid the occasional sound of gunfire, everyone was filled with passion and energy, as if the blood in their bodies was boiling.

The shells drew graceful arcs in the air, flying towards the target with great power, the building standing in the distance. However, this once invincible building could only silently endure the baptism of artillery fire, without any ability to fight back.

. . . . . . . . . .

“Boom!” “Boom!”

With loud explosions, shells continued to bombard the police building. Each explosion made the building tremble, walls and windows broke, and debris flew everywhere.

Finally, after being hit by more than a dozen shells, the load-bearing column on the front of the Police Department building, which had been hit several times, finally couldn't bear the weight. It made a dull breaking sound, broke off from the middle, and collapsed.

At this moment, the front wall and roof of the police station lost their support and were torn apart from the main body of the building. It slowly fell to the ground, as if a huge monster was knocked to the ground. The dust that was raised filled the air, forming a gray smoke.

As the smoke and dust gradually cleared, people could see that the structure inside the police station was completely exposed. The once solid building was now in ruins, with collapsed walls, broken rooms, and furniture and equipment scattered all over the floor.

At this moment, people were shocked beyond words. The front of this police station, which once symbolized power and order, was finally beaten to pieces by the gendarmerie.