Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The 10th Army's temporary headquarters was located in a large house that originally belonged to a wealthy local family, but part of the courtyard had been destroyed by artillery fire.

The courtyard wall made of blue bricks collapsed in many places and was barely reinforced with sandbags and wood.

The number of sentries far exceeded the norm. Each of them was facing a serious enemy, holding their guns tightly and scanning the surroundings vigilantly, but their eyes also hid the same tension and anxiety as the lower-level soldiers on the front line.

Passing through the courtyard filled with the smell of damp mold and disinfectant, Yusuke Ichijo and Chiaki Shigeteng were led to the main hall that served as the headquarters.

The house was tall, but most of the windows were nailed shut with boards. The light was dim, and the whole place depended on a few lanterns and flickering candles for illumination.

The air was filled with a mixture of high-quality tobacco, sweat, musty old furniture, and the unique smell of map paper, making it so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.

Lieutenant General Heisuke Yanagawa, commander of the 10th Army, was leaning over a huge eight-immortal table with his back to the door.

The table was covered with military maps, with arrows and defense lines marked in red and blue pencils in a mess, showing the intensity and chaos of the battle.

Hearing the footsteps, Commander Yanagawa turned around abruptly.

A face that should have been full of dignity and confidence was now filled with haggardness, anxiety and unconcealable fear.

Yanagawa Heisuke's eye sockets were sunken, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his lips were chapped. In just a few days, he seemed to have aged ten years.

The lieutenant general's uniform on him was wrinkled and stained with mud, and had lost its former straightness.

"Commander!" Chiaki Shigeto and Yusuke Ichijo stepped forward and bowed.

"Major General Shigeto! Lieutenant Ichijo! I received a telegram from the expeditionary force headquarters and know why you two are here. I won't waste any more words." Commander Yanagawa's voice was very hoarse.

"The situation... the situation is very, very bad!" Commander Yanagawa Heisuke's voice changed slightly as he led Ichijo Yusuke and the other man to the map. "This has completely exceeded all our expectations! Everything!"

His fingers, their joints white from exertion, poked hard at the Jinshanwei area on the north shore of Hangzhou Bay on the map.

“When our troops first landed here, they came under heavy artillery fire.

Coastal defense artillery! It must be the damn Chinese coastal defense artillery!"

Yanagawa Heisuke's speech was a bit nervous, and his eyes were bloodshot...

"Damn it! We didn't even find out where the Chinese coastal defense artillery was located! Could they have dragged the artillery away?! Damn it... Damn it!!" Yanagawa Heisuke spoke as if he was talking to himself.

"After the forced landing, although we encountered sporadic resistance, everything is still within the plan and progressing smoothly!

However, just as the troops were deploying on a large scale to establish and consolidate the beachhead, they were suddenly hit by an unprecedented large-scale, high-precision artillery bombardment! "His fingers trembled as he moved across the entire landing area: "This is not an ordinary division-level artillery preparation!

It was blanket fire! The density of the firepower was immense, and the barrage seemed to have eyes, landing precisely on our assembly areas, supply dumps, and even the transport ships that had just docked!

It was as if... as if they had already taken a stopwatch and calculated our every move!

The losses...are devastating!" His voice trembled, as if he had returned to that terrifying moment covered in steel and fire.

He took a deep breath, picked up the enamel pot on the table and took a big gulp of cold water. The water stains flowed down the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care.

"The following night was even more of a nightmare! Small groups of enemies, wearing strange, almost night-colored camouflage uniforms and equipped with accurate rifles, appeared and disappeared without a trace!

They specifically targeted command posts, communication nodes, and artillery positions!

He moves as swiftly as a ghost, and his marksmanship is extremely accurate. He often strikes and then runs away, never lingering in a fight!

The soldiers were unable to sleep at night, their spirits were extremely tense, and their morale was greatly affected! "

Yanagawa Heisuke paused, a trace of fear on his face as he recalled the past, and continued, "We judged at the time that this might be the most elite training corps of the Chinese Army or a small unit of the German-equipped division harassing us.

But... But my soldiers told me that they have Western faces! Hahaha, is that funny? Haha..."

Faced with Yanagawa Heisuke's nervous look, Yusuke Ichijo and Chiaki Shigeto just looked at each other without asking anything, and waited quietly for what would happen next.

"I don't care about international disputes! I mobilized the air force and carried out repeated, saturation bombing on several mountain forests where they were suspected to be hiding!

Incendiary bombs, high-explosive bombs... turned those mountains into ashes and burned them into charcoal! ”

A brief, twisted lightness appeared in his tone at this point. "After the bombing, the effect was immediate. In the following days, the offensive went much more smoothly. Although the Chinese army's resistance was tenacious, it was still within an acceptable range."

We have broken through the defense line one after another, and are about to head straight for Songjiang. We are about to join forces with the Northern Expeditionary Force to complete the strategic encirclement of hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops in the Shanghai area!

Victory seems within reach!"

When he said the last sentence, Yanagawa Heisuke stretched out his hand and made a grasping gesture. His eyes narrowed, but the look in his eyes was gleaming with a desire for victory.

But the next moment, Yanagawa Heisuke's voice suddenly rose, full of humiliation, anger and disbelief. His fingers suddenly and repeatedly poked at a specific point outside Songjiang on the map, almost puncturing the map!

"Right here! At this critical moment! A... a completely unfamiliar "friendly force" appeared!

They are flying our flags! They are driving the chariots of the Empire! " Commander Yanagawa waved his arms, trying to gesture: "The number... There are so many of them, it's like they just popped out of the ground!

As soon as they appeared, without even the usual artillery preparation, they launched a crushing attack, dealing a devastating blow to my vanguard!"

He grabbed a twisted metal part on the table that vaguely resembled a tank model and excitedly showed it to Yitiao and Chongteng: "Look! We found this from the wreckage of one of our Type 95 light tanks!

It was directly penetrated by the enemy tank shell!

Our Type 37 anti-tank guns hit the front of their tanks, just like tickling them! Ricochet! All ricochet! And their artillery."

Yanagawa's voice was filled with fear: "It's powerful! Often one strike is all it takes!

Our tanks were torn apart and overturned like paper toys! . . . " He could not continue and closed his eyes in pain.

"For several days in a row!" He suddenly opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the silent Yusuke Ichijo and the shocked Chiaki Shigeteng: "I mobilized the 6th Division, the 18th Division, and the 114th Division to attack in turns!

Night raids, flanking attacks, frontal assaults, human wave tactics... We have tried every tactic we can think of!

But we couldn't break through their seemingly thin defense line! Our soldiers fell in droves like wheat being cut!

The enemy's firepower system is terrifyingly perfect, with machine guns, mortars, and long-range artillery support!

Our attacks always crumbled under the opponent's dense, precise, and incredibly efficient firepower!"