Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"Transfer east? Go south?" Jingren asked.

"Yes!" Zhou Zhengqing pointed his fingers in the air, as if outlining a map.

"Organize a powerful assault corps along the Pinghan Railway and the Jinpu Railway and make a full-scale breakthrough to the south!

The strategic goal is very clear, to open up land connection with the Central China Front Army as quickly as possible!

Once these two arterial lines are opened, first of all, the military forces and supplies of North China and Central China can support each other, and the strategic situation will be greatly improved.

Secondly, and more importantly, the North China Front Army could directly threaten the heartland of the Central Plains from the north, and even form a pincer attack with the Central China Front Army to share the fruits of the capture of Nanjing.

At least, it is the credit of strategic coordination.

At that time, General Terauchi could confidently report his achievements to Tokyo.

Look, if it weren't for our North China Front Army's hard work in breaking through the southern front and tying down a large number of enemy troops, how could Mr. Matsui's attack on Nanjing be so smooth? "

Zhou Zhengqing's mouth curled up: "This has already gone beyond the scope of simple military affairs. This is a contest between the North China Front Army and the Central China Front Army.

It was a head-on collision between Terauchi Hisaichi and Matsui Iwane's personal prestige and factional influence.

The two generals have similar seniority in the army but belong to different factions, so they are already trying to show off their abilities.

Matsui had become a big star in Songhu, and now he was pointing his sword at Nanjing. How could the temple sit idly by?

He had to launch an equally beautiful, or at least a massive, offensive to prove the value of the North China Front Army and compete for the right to speak in the empire's future strategy.

Face is sometimes more important than actual results."

"Therefore," Zhou Zhengqing finally concluded with an extremely certain tone: "A large-scale assault operation around the Pinghan and Jinpu lines will soon be launched.

This will be the core mission of the North China Front Army in the coming months.

Its intensity and scale are probably no less than the Battle of Shanxi.

Itagaki Seishirō's dream in Shanxi can only be put on hold for the time being, or become a supporting role in this bigger game."

The carriage fell into a long silence again.

There was only the low, steady roar of the engine.

Prince Jingren was completely impressed by Zhou Zhengqing's analysis which was thorough and to the core.

He looked at the boundless darkness outside the window, as if he had already seen the raging war that was about to break out on the North China Plain, and the silent but fierce struggle between the two imperial generals behind this war.

After a long while, Jingren finally heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading.

Yingqi Jun, I never thought that a playboy like you, who has only been in China for a short time, could grow to be what you are now, seeing things so clearly, and understanding this intricate chess game so clearly."

Jingren leaned back in his chair, staring at the lights flashing outside the window. After a long pause, he said slowly, "In that case, the mess in Shanxi will have to be cleaned up slowly by the remaining troops.

I'm afraid Itagaki will be really depressed this time.

And a new bloody storm is about to start on the North China Plain." Turning to look at Zhou Zhengqing, Jingren's eyes were complicated, "Takasaki-kun, you see it so clearly, I guess you have something in mind?

Who do you think will win in this contest?

In other words... In this coming storm, how will you, the military police commander in charge of Tianjin, a key hub in North China, cope with it?

Should I just stand by and watch, or...?

Zhou Zhengqing met his gaze, an elusive smile flashing across his face, and answered evasively, "I'm a military police officer, and my duty is to maintain military discipline and stabilize the rear.

The contest between the two generals is a matter of strategy. I only need to do my part, but... "

Zhou Zhengqing changed the subject subtly, his voice lowering a bit: "Whether it's the stalemate in Shanxi, the upcoming fierce battle on the North China Plain, or the rapid advance in Central China, all indicate that the war is expanding and becoming more complicated.

For those of us caught up in this, the more complex the situation, the more variables there are, and perhaps... the more opportunities there are."

A gleam of light flashed in Prince Jingren's eyes, as if he heard something hidden in Zhou Zhengqing's words.

He didn't ask any more questions, but just smiled meaningfully and turned his gaze back to the night outside the window.

"Yes, the more variables there are, the more opportunities there are... Takazaki-kun, it seems that this game of chess is becoming more and more interesting."

Zhou Zhengqing glanced at Jingren sideways, smiled and shook his head.

The car moved slowly forward under the night sky. The warmth inside the car formed two different worlds compared to the world outside the window.

After Prince Jingren's inexplicable sigh, "The more variables, the more opportunities," the carriage fell into a brief silence.

Zhou Zhengqing glanced at Jingren sideways, responded to his tone of wanting to stir up chaos with a helpless chuckle, shook his head, and did not respond.

He knew very well that this royal noble seemed cynical and simple-minded, but some things...

At this moment, Prince Jingren seemed to suddenly remember something and broke the silence. His tone became casual, yet with a certain deliberate intimacy: "By the way, Yingqi-kun, I just received a telegram from mainland China. It's news from the palace."

Jingren paused as he spoke, observing Zhou Zhengqing's reaction.

Zhou Zhengqing's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he remained calm. "Oh? What are your instructions, Your Majesty?"

Zhou Zhengqing knew very well that the "news from the palace" that Jingren mentioned in this tone could only come from His Majesty the Emperor who was high on the throne.

Jingren smiled, a smile that carried a profound meaning that only their circle could understand. "What else can I say? First, as usual, I praised your "outstanding achievements" in Tianjin. You played an indispensable role in stabilizing the rear areas of North China.

Especially mentioned... "Jingren lowered his voice, with a hint of joking: "... You recently sent people to Songhu to cause trouble for that old guy Matsui Iwane, and you did a "good job" and had a "good idea."

Zhou Zhengqing understood in his heart, but on the surface he just raised an eyebrow and pretended to be puzzled: "Your Majesty, you are too kind.

Maintaining military discipline and rectifying illegal activities are the duties of the military police.

However, Admiral Matsui's handling of the attack on Staff Officer Yoshida is indeed hard to convince the public. I questioned him according to the rules, so how could he be said to be "causing trouble"?

As for "very good"... Does Your Majesty think I haven't worked hard enough? He skillfully steered the conversation towards a deeper meaning.

Upon hearing this, Jingren couldn't help but burst out laughing, winking at Zhou Zhengqing, completely losing his princely airs and acting more like a close friend sharing a secret: "Takazaki-kun, please don't talk to me in such a rigid tone, I want to laugh..."

Also, don't play dumb with me!

When His Majesty praises you as "good", he means that you should keep up the good work and be bolder!

Don't let those reckless men in the military conduct the war too 'smoothly'!

Your earlier move to instigate the naval aviation to "accidentally bomb" the Army's forward base was brilliant, but in His Majesty's eyes, it was probably just an appetizer."