Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Everything Zhou Zhengqing had done before might have simply pushed history to a slightly different fork in the road, delaying the time of collapse.

But at the end of the road, the abyss called "Nanjing", formed by atrocities and suffering, still opened its black mouth, waiting to swallow everything.

What he changed might just be the length of the "overture" of the tragedy, but it might not necessarily change the severity of the "main drama".

"So... even with 200,000 fresh troops, they can't be stopped in the end?

Is there even any hope of avoiding that... massacre...?

Zhou Zhengqing's voice lowered, with a sense of powerlessness deep in his bones.

He seemed to see how General Tang Shengzhi, who shouted "I will live and die with Nanjing" in history, issued the hasty and even chaotic retreat order at the last moment.

I saw the soldiers who remained in the city, lost their command, and were at a loss, with their ultimate fate uncertain.

I saw countless panicked civilians with nowhere to escape...

The black and white photos, survivor testimonies, and shocking casualty figures in later historical materials.

At this moment, it was no longer a cold record, but turned into a vivid, terrifying picture that was about to happen. A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"Besides, you won't give me anything this time?" Zhou Zhengqing felt extremely absurd and almost laughed out loud, but the laughter got stuck in his throat and turned into a bitter sob.

"Missiles? No! Armored divisions? No! Even those advanced individual weapons are gone?

Just rely on my current identity... This identity of the Japanese military police commander in Tianjin, thousands of kilometers away from Nanjing?

What can I do? Command from afar?

Or should I, the commander of the Japanese army, personally go to Nanjing to "assist in the defense"?

Confused, helpless, and deeply lonely.

These three emotions were like three huge, cold whirlpools that tightly wrapped around him, dragged him, and almost suffocated him.

We must completely abandon our reliance on "absolute power"!

Completely integrating into the dark rules of this era, using conspiracy, power, intelligence transactions, lies, and the identity of Takuto Takazaki, he carefully pries the gears of fate that seem destined to slide into the abyss.

Leaning back in the chair, Zhou Zhengqing closed his eyes and pressed his swollen and painful temples with his fingers so hard that it seemed as if he was pinching into the flesh.

In his mind, at an inopportune moment, Huizi's sleeping face flashed through his mind with extraordinary clarity. That pure, innocent face, completely dependent on him.

The empty left sleeve silently tells of the cruelty of this era.

I am not a hero, just an unexpected intruder.

But at this moment, an almost instinctive sense of responsibility and an obsession with not wanting to sit idly by and watch tragedy happen began to grow wildly in the deepest part of his heart.

Slowly opening his eyes, the confusion and helplessness in Zhou Zhengqing's eyes had not completely disappeared, but a cold, ruthless and resoluteness like tempered steel began to gradually condense, replacing the previous chaos.

His gaze once again turned to the blood-red task interface in the system, as if he wanted to engrave every word into his mind.

Without weapons ahead of our time... we'll have to play this most dangerous game according to the rules of this era.

He is Zhou Zhengqing, a time traveler, a debtor to the system, and the commander of the Japanese military police in Tianjin...

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Zhengqing sat up straight, withdrew his hands that had been resting on the table, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the smooth mahogany table, making a regular, slightly dull tapping sound, as if beating the rhythm for his rapidly working brain.

"Nanjing..." He whispered again. This time, his voice was less panicked and bewildered than before, and more filled with the coldness and determination that settled after a painful struggle. "It seems this is forcing me to use this 'skin' to the extreme."

The system's cold analysis, the impending doom of Nanjing, the insignificance of his own power... These thoughts coiled around him like a venomous snake.

Power! I need a more direct and powerful force to intervene! A voice screamed madly in his heart.

He can't just be a behind-the-scenes pusher, he needs a "hand" that can truly stir up the game.

Lighting a cigarette, Zhou Zhengqing leaned back in his chair, his thoughts starting to wander...

After finishing a cigarette, Zhou Zhengqing's gaze involuntarily turned to the huge map of China in his mind again.

The sight passed over the Central Plains, all the way north, and finally stopped at the vast and cold land, Manchuria.

There, entrenched the most elite and largest military group of the Japanese Army, the Kwantung Army.

An extremely bold, even crazy idea, split the fog in his mind like lightning!

Kwantung Army!

The course of history has been changed because of him.

The Chinese army successfully withdrew its 200,000 main forces from Shanghai, which meant that the Japanese army's fantasy of a "quick victory" to force the Chinese government to surrender was basically shattered.

War is bound to become protracted and attritional.

In order to break the deadlock and completely destroy the core force of China's resistance, the Japanese military headquarters is very likely, no, it will definitely deploy more reserve troops than in history!

And the largest source of reserves is the Kwantung Army!

Historically, during the Battle of Nanjing, the Kwantung Army only deployed a few troops, not the main force.

But what if... what if he could "facilitate" the Kwantung Army, especially some of its units, to move south on a large scale to join the war?

A name instantly popped into his mind, the 4th Division!

The "legends" about this unit, whether it was the various interesting stories he saw on the Internet in his previous life, or the actual situation he learned through "cooperation" after traveling through time, all pointed to one core characteristic.

This division, composed of children of merchants, had a completely different way of thinking from other Japanese troops who believed in the spirit of "Bushido".

They are more "pragmatic", more "shrewd", or in other words, more... money-oriented!

What they pursue is "interest", "survival" and "a good deal", rather than the illusory "military glory" and "dying in glory".

While other divisions were shouting "Load on board!" and charging forward, the soldiers of the 4th Division were probably calculating whether they would gain or lose in this battle.

Good at scheming... These qualities, which are considered shameful by the orthodox Japanese army, have become invaluable "advantages" in Zhou Zhengqing's eyes at this moment!

A money-loving, yet well-equipped, formally organized Type A division... This is simply the perfect tool God has given me!

Zhou Zhengqing's heart began to beat violently, and the blood seemed to flow faster in his veins.

The outline of a huge and risky plan began to rapidly emerge in his mind.

Time is running out, we must start taking action immediately!

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhengqing no longer hesitated and reached out to pick up the phone on the table.

"Valley, come to my office immediately."