Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The 20mm cannon of a Type 2 tank suddenly spewed out flames and gunpowder smoke! The shell whistled out and accurately hit the side armor of a Type 95 tank that was trying to turn!

The PzGr.40 high-speed armor-piercing projectile can theoretically penetrate armor about 45 mm thick at a distance of 100 meters, which means it can effectively threaten various parts of the Type 95 tank from the front.

"Boom!" With an explosion that was not too violent, the armor of the Type 95 tank was torn like paper, the turret tilted, thick smoke billowed out instantly, and it was paralyzed on the spot!

"Hit!"

"Keep shooting!"

There is no such thing as indestructible armor!

There is no mysterious artillery that can kill with one shot!

The German 20mm machine gun showed its due power when facing these lightly armored opponents!

At the same time, the Type 95 tank on the opposite side also opened fire.

The Type 95 tank's 37mm main gun is more focused on supporting infantry, and the armor-piercing shells it fires have an armor-piercing capability of approximately 26mm at a distance of 300 meters.

This power would be very insufficient when facing the thickest frontal armor of the Panzer II, and it would be difficult to pose an effective threat.

The 30mm armor on the front of the Type 2 tank looks very weak, but when facing the Type 95 main gun, its survival probability is greatly increased.

The armor of the Type 95 tank was nicknamed "cardboard" by its own soldiers, and it was difficult to withstand the continuous fire of the 20mm armor-piercing shells of the Type 2 tank.

At the same time, the enemy's infantry positions also opened fire, machine gun bullets swept in like a gust of wind, and mortar shells sporadically fell and exploded in the attacking formation.

"hidden!"

"Machine gun suppression!"

"Grenade launcher! Take out that machine gun nest!"

The military police reacted quickly and immediately lay down using the wreckage of the tanks, craters and terrain.

Although soldiers were occasionally hit by stray bullets and fell down, screaming, the overall casualties were completely acceptable and were by no means as horrific as described by the Tenth Army.

The Type 10 grenade launchers equipped by the military police began to show their power. Their range and accuracy were superior to the enemy's mortars, and grenade after grenade accurately hit the exposed enemy fire points.

The brigade's 90mm light mortars were also set up in the rear, providing indirect fire support that was not fierce but accurate enough.

"Get on board! For His Majesty the Emperor!" A young military policeman, blinded by rage, suddenly stood up and was about to charge with his rifle raised.

"Pension! Onboard!!"

"Baka! Idiot! You're looking for death!" The veteran sergeant next to him was quick-witted and kicked him to the ground. "If you want to collect the pension, don't drag everyone down with you! Follow the tank! Provide covering fire!"

This little episode caused a burst of low laughter, which actually eased the tense atmosphere and made the soldiers' fighting spirit even higher.

Seeing that the enemy's firepower was effectively suppressed and their own tanks had an absolute advantage, the front-line command squadron leader finally issued the order for a general attack!

"Everyone! Charge! Front position! Charge!"

"Onboard!"

This time, it was a genuine cry of "on board!" Filled with confidence and victory, the military police leaped from the ground like a flood bursting through a dam. They were no longer a cautious skirmish line, but instead formed the most typical and insane pig-rush attack wave of the Japanese army!

They no longer relied too much on cover, but relied on their courage and blood, held their bayonets, and launched a fierce hand-to-hand attack against the sparse enemy bullets!

The tanks roared forward, and the machine guns on the armored vehicles fired wildly to clear the way.

The military police followed the steel torrent like a thorn in the flesh, clearing every remaining point of resistance with grenades, bayonets and submachine guns.

Under such fierce coordinated attack by infantry and tanks, the enemy's line quickly shook and collapsed!

The soldiers at the front lines of the 10th Army in the rear were all watching all this in amazement.

The defense line that had made them fear like a tiger for the past few days and could not be crossed even at a heavy price was broken like window paper in front of this gendarmerie force!

The enemy's weapons, which were described as "devilish", seemed so powerless in front of the Gendarmerie Type 2 tanks and grenade launchers!

A huge sense of absurdity and shame surged into the hearts of many veterans of the 10th Army.

The battle was one-sided.

The military police battalion and the detachment responsible for covering the Chongteng detachment successfully opened a gap in less than an hour at a very small cost and broke into a defensive position on the edge of Songjiang city!

Yusuke Ichijo put down the telescope, and there was no trace of pride on his cold face, only a cold "as expected" look.

He turned around and shouted to the signalman, "Report to Commander Yanagawa immediately!

The enemy in front of us has been defeated by our troops! Their so-called "invincible" armored force is actually the Imperial Type 95 tank. The specific situation awaits post-war investigation!

Order the Tenth Army to immediately advance across the board, expand the victory, and pursue and defeat the enemy! ”

The signalman rushed away.

Yusuke Ichijo's gaze once again turned to the smoke-filled city of Songjiang, but his brows furrowed slightly.

The battle went smoothly, just as General Takazaki said. Now it was time to cause some trouble for Heisuke Yanagawa.

Thinking about it, a smile appeared on Yusuke Ichijo's lips, as if it had been suppressed for a long time, and the smile was a little exaggerated...

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Tianjin, Military Police Headquarters.

The commander's private kitchen is more like a carefully decorated Japanese tea room than a kitchen, except that there is a fully functional cooking table in the corner.

The setting sun of early winter shines through the stained glass of the window, filtering the soft light into a golden hue that flows quietly on the floor covered with rush mats.

The air is filled with the aroma of burnt sesame oil and the sweetness of fresh ingredients.

Sakurako was kneeling beside the low table, concentrating on preparing a bowl of tempura batter.

She was wearing a light pink kimono, and with graceful and precise movements, she picked up a piece of fresh and tender mushroom coated with a thin batter with long chopsticks and gently slid it into the oil pan in front of her.

The hot oil immediately made a subtle and cheerful "sizzling" sound, adding a vivid footnote to this quiet space.

Zhou Zhengqing, the gendarmerie commander who was considered cold and unpredictable by outsiders and held the power of life and death, was now sitting on a cushion on the floor with his back against the window. He was wearing comfortable navy blue linen home clothes, replacing his stiff and stiff general uniform.

In his arms, curled up was a little girl, Huizi.

Huizi was wearing a red jacket that Zhou Zhengqing had specially sewn for her, which made her fair face look more lively.

Her left sleeve was empty and drooped softly.

At this moment, she was opening her little mouth obediently, like a baby bird waiting to be fed, and her bright black eyes were staring at the small silver spoon in Zhou Zhengqing's hand without blinking.

The spoon contains extremely finely ground pumpkin paste, which exudes a faint sweet fragrance.

"Come on, Huizi, have another bite." Zhou Zhengqing's voice was gentle, almost clumsily, as he carefully put the silver spoon into Huizi's mouth and watched her sip contentedly, her big eyes narrowed into slits with happiness.

"Brother... Brother... It's delicious." Huizi swallowed the pumpkin paste, called incoherently, and rubbed Zhou Zhengqing's chest with her little face dependently.

It was just a simple repetition of syllables, but it made Zhou Zhengqing's heart feel like it was being brushed by the softest feather.