Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Nanzō Yunko deliberately used vague words, such as "chance encounter", "care", and "old story". She knew that Itai Yudai would definitely understand the hints.

Sending this telegram is more like a mischievous reminder and subtle control than a reminder.

She not only warned Yingzuo, but also reminded Banjing, gently pushing the "trouble" Shen Suqiu to Shanghai. At the same time, she also hinted that she knew the inside story, maintaining a delicate balance and surveillance power.

At this moment, in a luxurious residence somewhere in Shanghai, when Itai Yudai received this telegram, he had just finished a banquet. He was slightly drunk, but when he saw the three words "Shen Suqiu", his face changed several times in an instant, and he sobered up a lot.

Of course, he remembered the female student in Tianjin who knew some of his secret identities because of Ye Runqing, an overly enthusiastic and talkative female student.

This telegram from Nanzō Yunko was clearly a reminder to him that the potential "little trouble" was now in his territory, and he should handle it himself and not let old accounts be brought up.

"This nosy woman..." Itai Yudai cursed in a low voice, not sure whether he was directed at Nanjō Yunko or the loud-mouthed "friend" who had caused him trouble.

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In November 1937, the early morning mist mixed with smoke and dust drifting from the direction of Shanghai shrouded the entire Yangtze River Delta in a gray hue.

The surface of Taihu Lake was glowing with a strange red light, as if reflecting the flames of war that had not yet been extinguished in the distance.

The Battle of Shanghai was over.

The bloody battle that lasted for three months ended with the Chinese army being forced to retreat.

The 200,000 retreating troops rushed westward along Taicang, Kunshan and Suzhou like a flood that broke through a dam.

The Central Army, the Sichuan Army, the Guangxi Army, the Hunan Army... The roads were crowded with retreating soldiers.

There were also civilians who fled with the army, abandoned equipment and dead livestock.

The eighteen-year-old "veteran" Li Xiaodou dragged the rifle that had accompanied him through life and death for three months and staggered at the end of the team.

His uniform was tattered, and his face was covered in smoke and blood. Only his eyes were still fixed on the front, where were the remnants of his 87th Division.

"Xiaodouzi, follow me!" Company Commander Zhao Dahu turned around and roared, his voice hoarse as a broken bellows. This man from the Northeast, who once commanded a reinforced company of over 200 men, now had less than 50 left.

Li Xiaodou quickened his pace, but was almost tripped by something under his feet.

Looking down, I saw a crushed copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", the pages of which were covered with mud and dark red blood stains.

He recognized the book; it belonged to Mr. Chen, the battalion clerk, the scholar who always wore round-framed glasses and spoke in a lot of nonsense.

Yesterday afternoon, Japanese bombs landed among them, and Mr. Chen and his books were scattered along the Kunshan Highway.

"Hurry up! The Japanese cavalry is less than twenty miles away from us!" The scouts shouted from the rear, with an unconcealable panic in their voices.

There was a sudden commotion in the team.

The defeated soldiers instinctively quickened their pace, and some began to discard their heavy equipment and escape lightly.

At this moment, a jeep riddled with bullet holes came driving against the flow of people, struggling to make its way among the fleeing soldiers.

The car stopped and a middle-aged man in military uniform, with traces of gunpowder on his face, stood on the roof, holding a tin horn.

The bandage on his left arm was still bleeding, but his posture remained straight.

"Brothers of the 87th Division! I am the division commander, Wang Jingjiu!"

The noise died down slightly.

The soldiers recognized the commander who had led them to defend the Zhabei battlefield for two full months.

"Handwritten order from the Chairman!" Wang Jingjiu held up a piece of paper. His voice, though tired, was remarkably firm: "My two hundred thousand soldiers will not retreat westward! We will organize a defense line right here, along Wufu's national defense fortifications!"

Various sounds erupted from the crowd, including surprise, questioning, and sighs of relief.

"I know everyone is exhausted." Wang Jingjiu's eyes swept over the dusty faces: "In the past three months, we have sacrificed 300,000 brothers in Shanghai. What for?

Our 87th Division has less than half of its men left in the battle in Zhabei. What was the purpose?"

Zhao Dahu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and whispered to the battalion commander beside him, "Why is the division commander here too? His injuries haven't fully healed yet."

"The Wufu Line is a national defense fortification we started building several years ago." Wang Jingjiu continued, "There are reinforced concrete bunkers, trenches, and anti-tank trenches here!

We are familiar with every tree and blade of grass here, while the Japanese army is fighting away from home!

I'm not going to preach any great truths to you now, I just want to ask one question: what is behind us?"

The soldiers were silent.

"It's Suzhou, Changzhou, Wuxi! It's Nanjing!" Wang Jingjiu's voice suddenly rose: "It's been three months. I understand that each of you is worried about your family.

But precisely because of this, we can no longer retreat!"

A strange force infused the exhausted bodies of the fleeing soldiers. Zhao Dahu was the first to raise his gun: "Damn it! We're not retreating! Let's fight the Japs!"

"No retreat! Let's fight!" The shouts became increasingly dense, and finally converged into a deafening wave.

Wang Jingjiu jumped out of the jeep and immediately summoned all the officers at all levels who could be found.

"Captain of the Engineer Battalion, take your men and repair the fortifications immediately.

Director of Logistics, count all available ammunition and food.

Chief of Staff, gather the defeated troops and reorganize them according to the original organization..." His orders came one after another, decisive and clear.

"Commander, your injury..." The adjutant looked at his bleeding bandage worriedly.

"I won't die." Wang Jingjiu waved his hand and turned to Yi Anhua, commander of the 259th Brigade. "You know the Japanese tactics best. Tell me, how should we deploy our defenses?"

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That afternoon, the chaotic retreat of the 87th Division began to become orderly.

The engineering corps guided the divisions into their designated defense zones, and logistics personnel began distributing the remaining ammunition and food.

Li Xiaodou's 259th Brigade was deployed in the Xiejiaqiao area near Changshu, which was a key forward point of the Wu Fu Defense Line.

Yi Anhua brought the remaining subordinates to the designated defense area.

The scene before them made them feel disheartened. Most of the so-called permanent national defense fortifications were just half-finished products.

Many bunkers were unfinished, the firing holes were too large, and the machine gun mounts were not solid.

What's worse is that due to years of disrepair and rain erosion, cracks have appeared in some of the fortifications and the iron gates have rusted to the tracks.

"Damn it, it's not finished yet?" The company commander spat.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The engineer battalion commander rushed over with a group of people: "The division commander is personally supervising the battle at the front line. Instead of complaining, you should hurry up and repair the fortifications!

The Japs will arrive in a day at most!"