Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Gentlemen!" His voice echoed through the loudspeaker in the square, drowning out the roar of the tank engines. "Today we shoulder an important mission. We are heading to Songjiang to find out the truth behind the Tenth Army's obstruction!"

The soldiers stood straight, their eyes revealing the arrogance and sharpness unique to military police.

Behind Yusuke Ichijo, the Type 2 tanks were arranged in a wedge-shaped formation.

These tanks were equipped with 20mm cannons and 7.92mm machine guns, and their armor shone with a cold metallic luster in the dim light of dawn.

The side of each tank is painted with the military police's unique cherry blossom emblem, which is completely different from the army's rising sun emblem.

Following the tanks were twelve Japanese Type 93 armored vehicles, and behind them was a logistics convoy of more than thirty trucks lined up in two rows, all loaded with ammunition and supplies.

More than ten three-wheeled motorcycles were lined up neatly on both sides of the truck, and a light machine gun was mounted on the side of each vehicle.

The most eye-catching thing is the cycling team parked at the end of the team.

Hundreds of bicycles "requisitioned" from all over Shanghai were painted a uniform black by the military police, and simple weapon mounts were installed on the handlebars.

Although these bicycles are simple, they have unique mobility advantages in the densely water-networked terrain of Jiangnan.

"These bicycles..." Sergeant Ichiro Yamada nudged his colleague and lowered his voice, "They were all 'requisitioned' from Shanghai residents, right? I saw you leading people to forcibly confiscate them on the street yesterday."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Sergeant Xiaolin shouted in a low voice: "We paid for the cars. We gave 100 yuan to the cars with owners, and we also burned a lot of paper money for the cars whose owners we couldn't find. It's absolutely fair and just!

What do you mean by confiscation?! You bastard, don’t you dare smear my reputation! If the boss finds out, I’ll be in trouble! "

Yamada Ichiro curled his lips, turned his head and looked intently at the captain above him, Yusuke Ichijo, but whispered, "You are so self-righteous, people who don't know would think you gave a hundred silver dollars.

Using the French currency looted from the battlefield to force someone to buy a bicycle is truly a no-brainer!

"Mr. Yamada, you were responsible for protecting the commander yesterday and had no time to clean up the battlefield. Given our relationship, I decided to give you ten intact bicycles. You can give them to your subordinates, and I won't charge you a penny." Kobayashi said righteously.

"Haha, Yoshi, I'll treat you to a drink later." Ichiro Yamada grinned.

“You bastard”. . .

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After Yusuke Ichijo finished his mobilization speech, the military police quickly carried out the final equipment inspection.

The tank soldiers climbed into the tanks one by one, the armored vehicles started, and the motorized infantry piled ammunition boxes into the sidecars.

The entire square was filled with the smell of diesel and leather, and the sound of metal clashing was endless.

Yusuke Ichijo jumped off the tank nimbly, his boot heels hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

He strode towards Shunsuke Nakamura and others who were waiting on the side, and bowed and saluted neatly.

"Your Excellency, Chief of Staff! The First Military Police Battalion has assembled! 876 officers and soldiers present, fully equipped and ready to go!"

The gendarmerie battalion originally had more than a thousand people, but this time when they went to Matsue, Yusuke Ichijo left a squadron to protect Shunsuke Nakamura and others, so there were only more than 800 people going to Matsue.

Shunsuke Nakamura nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping over this well-equipped army, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

But at this moment, his attention was drawn to the troops gathering on the other side of the square.

The shabby appearance of that unit formed a sharp contrast with the gendarmerie brigade.

Just as the Military Police Ichijo Battalion was getting ready to go, on the other side of the square, the Shigeto Detachment was hurriedly gathering.

This force formed an embarrassing contrast with the gendarmerie brigade, as if they came from two completely different worlds.

The Shigeto Detachment all came from the Japanese Taiwan Army, with the core being the 1st Taiwan Infantry Regiment, the 2nd Taiwan Infantry Regiment, and the Taiwan Mountain Artillery Regiment.

The soldiers of Shigeto's detachment wore faded khaki uniforms, many of which had patches on them.

Their belts were made of simple canvas, their boots were worn out, and some soldiers even wore boots with holes in them.

Compared with the upright posture of the military police, most of these soldiers are thin, with sallow complexions, and their eyes are filled with fear and anxiety.

The gap in equipment is even greater.

Shigeto's unit had no tanks or armored vehicles, and the few trucks it had were old models, their engines emitting a harsh roar and black smoke coming out of their exhaust pipes.

Most of the soldiers carried old Type 38 rifles, the paint on the stocks had peeled off, revealing mottled wood grain.

"Hurry! Hurry! Assemble!" Major General Shigeto Chiaki, commander of the Taiwan garrison and commander of the Shigeto Detachment, anxiously urged the troops.

The general, who is nearly fifty years old, has gray hair and his face is full of traces of time.

Although his military uniform was neat, it was obvious that he had worn it for many years, and the stars on the epaulettes looked a little dim.

Compared with the orderly movements of the gendarmerie battalion, the assembly of Shigeto's detachment appeared chaotic.

The soldiers were running around in a hurry, and the officers' commands came one after another, but they lacked the proper dignity.

Several soldiers accidentally fell while carrying ammunition boxes, and the boxes scattered all over the ground, which attracted harsh reprimands from the officers.

"Look at those Taiwanese garrison soldiers," Military Police Sergeant Ichiro Yamada sneered at his companions. "They can't even stand in a straight line."

Indeed, the contrast is even more pronounced when the two teams are side by side.

Although they are all short in height, the military police soldiers are all strong and well-equipped, with an innate sense of superiority on their faces. They check the equipment neatly and efficiently, and cooperate with each other seamlessly.

The soldiers of Shigeto's detachment appeared clumsy and flustered, and many of them secretly looked at the military police's advanced equipment with envy.

Shigefuji Chiaki walked quickly towards Nakamura Shunsuke, his steps seemed a little hurried, even a little humble.

When he was still a few steps away from Shunsuke Nakamura, he stood at attention and bowed, his movements so standard that they were almost rigid.

"Your Excellency Chief of Staff! The Shigeto Detachment has assembled and is awaiting deployment!" His voice was loud, but a hint of imperceptible humiliation flashed in his eyes.

Nakamura Shunsuke returned the greeting indifferently, his gaze sweeping over the Shigeto Detachment with undisguised contempt. "Thank you, General Shigeto, for your cooperation. Please follow the Military Police Battalion and be responsible for flank security and logistical support."

"Hi!" Shigeto Chiaki answered loudly, but his clenched fists revealed his inner resentment.

Asking a major general to obey the command of a lieutenant colonel of the military police is a great insult in itself, let alone under such a huge contrast.

But he also understood that among the young men standing in front of him, except for Shunsuke Nakamura who had the highest military rank and was of ordinary origin, the others like Yudai Itai, Ken Nakagawa, and Yusuke Ichijo were all of noble origin and were not people he could afford to provoke.

Even among the military police, several squadron leaders and team leaders came from small noble families. To put it bluntly, even when facing a military policeman at the rank of sergeant, he would not speak loudly, because he could not be sure whether the man had a family behind him.

After Shigeto Chiaki left, Nakagawa Ken couldn't help but laugh, "Look at those Taiwanese soldiers! They don't even have a decent pair of combat boots. I really don't know what the expeditionary force headquarters was thinking when they sent such a force to cooperate with us."

Itai Yudai's tone was calm but tinged with sarcasm. "The Shigeto Detachment is primarily composed of Taiwanese garrison troops. Their equipment naturally cannot compare to that of the mainland troops. They usually only bully the locals. However, this move by the Expeditionary Force Command is indeed intriguing."