Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Within Shigeto's detachment, the soldiers had even more complicated feelings.

Private First Class Xiao Jingqingquan secretly looked at the military police's equipment and whispered to his fellow villager beside him: "Look at them, tanks, armored vehicles... We even have a few trucks."

"Shut up!" The sergeant beside Xiaojing Qingquan shouted sternly: "Just do your own thing!"

But the sergeant himself couldn't help but look towards the military police.

The German tanks flashed coldly in the morning light, and the gendarmes' brand new uniforms and sophisticated equipment all demonstrated their superior status.

As Taiwanese garrison soldiers, they have always been at the bottom of the Japanese military system, and this gap is particularly glaring at this moment.

When Chiaki Shigeto returned to his unit, he looked at this shabby team and felt helpless.

He knew very well that the expeditionary force headquarters was deliberately humiliating the military police. Using the worst troops to cooperate with the most elite military police was an irony in itself.

But he was already of low status in the Japanese military high command and could only swallow his anger.

"All squadrons, march in the designated sequence!" Shigeto Chiaki ordered, "Keep a distance of 500 meters from the Military Police Battalion, and be on guard on the flanks!

Nakagawa Ken whispered to Nakamura Shunsuke, "It seems the Expeditionary Force Command is deliberately trying to embarrass us. Sending a unit like this to cooperate with us is simply an insult to the Military Police Command."

Yusuke Ichijo sneered, his hand unconsciously pressing on the hilt of his saber: "With just these Taiwanese soldiers, are you worthy of fighting alongside us?"

Yusuke Ichijo turned to face the troops and raised his saber: "Move!"

The roar of the engine suddenly filled the sky.

The tank started first, and its heavy tracks rolled over the bluestone road, leaving deep marks.

Armored vehicles and trucks followed closely behind, motorcycles guarded the convoy on both sides, and bicycle teams shuttled briskly among them.

Unlike the mechanized marching of the gendarmerie battalion, most of the soldiers of Shigeto's detachment could only march on foot.

Logistical supplies were pulled by mules and horses, and a few old trucks could only carry the heaviest equipment.

The soldiers, carrying heavy bags, began to assemble with difficulty.

As the tanks and armored vehicles of the gendarmerie battalion roared past, the soldiers of Shigeto's detachment had to retreat to the side of the road to give way.

The dust from the tank tracks flew onto their tattered military uniforms, and the mud and water splashed by the passing motorcycles stained their already worn military boots.

But no one dared to complain. They just lowered their heads silently and continued to move forward with difficulty.

This sharp contrast is not only reflected in the equipment, but also in the mental state of the soldiers.

The military police held their heads high and their eyes were full of confidence.

The soldiers of Shigeto's detachment were dejected, as if they had foreseen their tragic fate on the battlefield.

Itai Yudai watched this scene from afar, with a sneer on his face.

He knew that the expeditionary force headquarters sent the Shigeto Detachment to cooperate both to humiliate the military police and to use this unit as cannon fodder when necessary.

And Shigeto Chiaki obviously understood this, but he had no choice.

In this game of power, the Shigeto Detachment is destined to become a victim.

Their miserable situation precisely reflects the deep-seated conflicts and discrimination within the Japanese army.

The Japanese expatriates who were watching the event waved the Rising Sun flag and cheered one after another.

But the Chinese residents on both sides of the road kept their doors and windows tightly closed. Only a few people were secretly watching through the cracks in the windows, their eyes filled with fear and hatred.

The convoy moved south along Sichuan North Road, and the steel torrent moved slowly in the morning light.

When the lead tank passed the Waibaidu Bridge, the bridge surface was shaking slightly.

On the Huangpu River, the warships of the Third Fleet sounded their horns in greeting, with their guns pointed to the sky, as if seeing them off.

"Haha, this Hasegawa Kiyoshi is really..." Ken Nakagawa grinned and looked towards the sea.

Nakamura Shunsuke also laughed. "That's just social etiquette. Even if we have a conflict with the navy in the future, given how Hasegawa Kiyoshi has been cooperating with our military police, we shouldn't make things too difficult for him. That's wisdom."

"If the Third Fleet were like this, Iwane Matsui's face would probably be as black as the bottom of a pot, hahahaha." Ken Nakagawa said with a big laugh.

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The troops began to march out in an orderly manner. The roar of tanks, the sound of armored vehicle engines, the honking of truck horns, and the cheers of the crowd were intertwined together, creating a spectacular scene.

Shunsuke Nakamura stood on the high ground by the road and watched the troops leave.

His expression was serious and his eyes followed the marching troops, as if he was thinking about something important.

Ken Nakagawa and Yudai Itai stood on both sides, and the three of them formed a unique landscape.

"At this speed, we will reach the outskirts of Songjiang before dusk." Ken Nakagawa said, his hand unconsciously pressing on the hilt of the saber, showing his inner anxiety.

Just as Itai Yudai was about to respond, his eyes suddenly fixed.

At the corner of the street, a familiar figure flashed by.

The man was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, the brim of which was deliberately pulled down, but Itai Yudai still recognized him at a glance! The ace agent of the Military Control Commission who had dealt with him in Harbin.

Ken Nakagawa obviously noticed the sudden change in Itai Yudai's expression, and looked over. The next moment, he saw it too, and his expression changed suddenly as well.

On this side, Itai Yudai looked at Shunsuke Nakamura and found that Nakamura was concentrating on observing the troops' departure and did not notice the abnormality here, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly made a "wait" gesture in that direction, his movements were covert and skillful. This was a suggestive gesture he had learned by chance when he was hanging around Nanzō Yunko, and he didn't expect to use it at this time.

Then Itai Yudai pretended to cough, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and said to Nakagawa Ken: "Nakagawa, my throat is not feeling well. I want to buy some throat lozenges."

Nakagawa Ken understood and nodded, "I'll go with you, Chief of Staff Nakamura. We'll be back later."

Nakamura Shunsuke waved his hand casually, his attention still focused on the marching troops. "Go ahead, don't delay too long. We have to attend a meeting at the Expeditionary Force Headquarters later."

The two of them hurried away from the scene. After turning the corner, Nakagawa Ken immediately lowered his voice: "It's Zheng Yaoxian! Why is he here? Shanghai has been occupied, why hasn't he left yet!"

Itai Yudai's face was solemn. "After we parted in Harbin, I thought I'd never see this Military Control Commission ace again. He's risked showing up, so it must be something important, and..." He paused. "He's obviously coming for us."

On the streets, the troops continued to march.

The harsh sound of tank tracks rolling over the bluestone road drowned out their conversation.

Most of the roadside shops were closed, and only a few were still open, but the owners were hiding inside their shops in fear.

"Could he be here to assassinate us? The expeditionary force headquarters is not far from here." Ken Nakagawa looked around vigilantly.

Itai Yu shook his head: "He obviously wants to get in touch with us."

"But now we are in Shanghai, and we have completely occupied it. Why would he come to us?" Ken Nakagawa was still full of doubts.

"This is exactly the crux of the matter. The fact that he dared to show up under such circumstances shows that this matter is very serious."

"What should we do now?" asked Ken Nakagawa.