Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Deng Longguang, commander of the 83rd Army, who had been listening silently, interrupted at this moment: "When I inspected the front lines, I found that although the morale of the troops was high, the material conditions were extremely difficult.

Many soldiers had not yet been issued winter clothing, medical supplies were in short supply, and seriously injured soldiers died in vain due to lack of timely treatment.

If this situation continues, I am afraid that our troops will collapse due to non-combat casualties before the Japanese attack."

The deputy commander-in-chief of the Third War Zone took a deep breath, walked to the lookout of the bunker, and looked at the dark night sky outside.

In the distance, beams of light from Japanese searchlights swept across the night sky.

"Everyone." He turned around, his eyes firm, "The current deadlock is both a challenge and an opportunity for us.

Although the Japanese army can increase its troops, their strategic intentions have been exposed. They must resolve the war in China before international intervention, and we only need to buy time."

He returned to the map and picked up his baton: "I have decided to take the following measures. First, we will switch to a flexible defense across the board and no longer be obsessed with the gains and losses of a single city or place.

Second, organize small units to intensify nighttime harassment, keeping the Japanese army restless day and night.

Third, I request the Chairman to coordinate and expedite the advance of follow-up troops and the supply of supplies."

Someone added: "We should also launch guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines. We have already established contact with guerrilla forces in various places. They can disrupt the Japanese army's logistics lines and delay their reinforcements."

"The Air Force also needs support." Someone else said, "Although we have very few planes left, the fighter planes provided by the Soviet Union have already arrived in Lanzhou.

As long as we can seize local air superiority, we can greatly relieve the pressure on the front line."

The meeting lasted until late at night, and the generals had detailed discussions on specific issues such as defense deployment, troop deployment, and logistical support.

When the final plan was decided, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

The generals hurried away, preparing to return to their respective troops to convey orders.

The theater commander remained alone in the bunker, and his adjutant quietly brought him a cup of hot tea.

"Commander-in-Chief, you haven't slept for three days. Take some rest."

Without accepting the hot tea from his adjutant, the theater commander's gaze remained fixed on the military map. "The Japanese 3rd Division will reach the front lines within five days at the latest. The main force of the Kwantung Army will move south in ten days to half a month. We don't have much time."

He walked to the entrance of the bunker and looked at the slightly bright skyline in the east: "You know, I dream about those soldiers who died in the battle every night.

Sometimes it’s their smiling faces when they were in Shanghai, and sometimes it’s the way they fell in front of me.”

The adjutant was silent for a moment, then said softly, "They sacrificed their lives for their country. It was a worthy death."

“Yes, they died a worthy death, but we who are still alive must ensure that their sacrifice is not in vain.

The Xicheng defense line must be held, at least until the follow-up troops arrive."

The first rays of sunlight in the early morning shone into the bunker, and the familiar sounds of gunfire rang out from the distant front line, marking the beginning of a new day of battle.

"Send a message to the Chairman: My troops are determined to live and die with this position. The Xicheng defense line can hold out for at least another half month.

I only ask that all armies be ordered to rush in for reinforcements and expedite the supply of weapons and ammunition."

When he walked out of the bunker, the sunlight shone on the medal on his chest, reflecting a dazzling light.

On this cold December morning, the Chinese soldiers on the Xicheng defense line will face a new round of tests of blood and fire.

Inside the bunker, on the huge military map, blue arrows representing Japanese reinforcements were pointing to the Xicheng defense line from multiple directions.

The deadlock is about to be broken, variables are brewing, and a more brutal battle is about to begin.

On the front line, new tactics were quickly implemented.

That night, Li Xiaodou's company was incorporated into the first night attack team.

Their mission was to harass the Japanese front-line positions and delay their offensive preparations.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, a small team of more than a hundred people set off quietly.

Each man wore dark clothing, his face smeared with mud, and carried only light weapons and grenades.

Zhou Hai led the team, and Li Xiaodou was chosen as the guide because he was familiar with the terrain.

The moonlight was blocked by dark clouds and visibility was extremely low.

The squad moved across the battlefield like ghosts, skillfully avoiding Japanese sentries and patrols.

An hour later, they arrived at the target area, a forward supply point of the Japanese army.

"Two sentries, one light machine gun." Zhou Hai observed through the telescope and whispered, "Xiaodouzi, take two people and sneak over from the left. Take out the sentries silently. The others follow me and wait for the signal to launch an attack together."

Li Xiaodou nodded and led two experienced veterans to crawl towards the Japanese sentry post. The ground was icy cold, but the high tension made him almost feel it.

When they were only ten meters away from the sentry, Li Xiaodou made a gesture and the three of them jumped up at the same time.

The battle began in silence and ended in silence.

The two Japanese sentries were killed by sharp daggers before they could raise the alarm. But the slight sound of one of the Japanese soldiers falling to the ground startled the Japanese soldiers in the tent.

"Enemy attack!" Japanese exclamations pierced the night sky.

"Fight!" Zhou Hai made a prompt decision.

The night raid team opened fire and threw grenades at the Japanese tents. The sound of explosions and gunfire instantly shattered the tranquility of the night.

The Japanese army fell into brief chaos, but quickly organized a counterattack.

"Retreat! Retreat along the planned route!" Zhou Hai ordered.

The squad fought and retreated at the same time, using the cover of night and familiar terrain to deal with the Japanese army.

During the retreat, Li Xiaodou accidentally discovered a hidden ammunition storage point of the Japanese army.

"Company commander, there are Japanese ammunition over there!" he shouted.

Zhou Hai's eyes lit up: "Blow it up!"

Two grenades were thrown into the ammunition pile, causing a chain reaction. The sky was lit with flames, which lit up half the sky red. The huge explosions could be heard even in Wuxi City, dozens of miles away.

It was three o'clock in the morning when the night attack team successfully returned to the position.

Although two soldiers were injured, the results were significant - a Japanese forward supply point was destroyed, a large amount of ammunition was blown up, and it is estimated that more than 30 Japanese casualties were caused.

"Well done, Xiaodouzi!" Zhou Hai smiled, a rare smile: "If you hadn't discovered that ammunition dump, we wouldn't have achieved such great results."

Li Xiaodou scratched his head embarrassedly, and then grimaced because of the pain in his wound.

During the night raid, his left arm was grazed by a stray bullet. Although the injury was not serious, blood had already coagulated on his clothes.

Similar night raids became the norm in the days that followed.

Small units of the National Army kept biting the Japanese army like mosquitoes, making them restless day and night.

Although the Japanese army was well-equipped, it suffered heavy losses in this asymmetric warfare and the pace of its attack slowed significantly.

However, the stalemate was broken on December 5.

On this day, the Japanese army launched its largest offensive in half a month, and there were obvious changes in tactics.