Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

The captains exchanged glances and saw smiles on each other's faces.

Yamada Ozo's rigidity and stubbornness were well known in the military, and he held a great grudge against Zhou Zhengqing.

Shigeno Taro couldn't help but grumble, "What's there to be angry about? It's normal to pursue beautiful women. Yamada Ozo is too old-fashioned."

Upon hearing this, Okada immediately glared over...

Zhou Zhengqing tapped his knuckles on the table unconsciously, cursing in his heart, "Fuck it, Yamada Ozo!"

His expression remained calm. "Interesting, Yamada... Since Principal Yamada wants to see me so much, I'll give him a chance. He and I are teacher and student. When it comes to the crucial moment, it's a good story for teacher and student to join forces and confront the outside world."

"Sir, I'm afraid Yamada Ozo will not cooperate with our plan..." Matsui Ming was worried.

Zhou Zhengqing was happy to hear his words. Matsui Ming had already said "we", which seemed to indicate that he agreed with his plan to "go to war"!

"Captain Matsui, have you forgotten the 'tradition' of the Kwantung Army?" Zhou Zhengqing interrupted him, his eyes sweeping towards Shigeno Taro and Ogura Daichi: "When the 12th Division was stationed in Manchuria, it frequently exchanged equipment through 'special channels'.

No matter how stubborn Yamada Ozo is, he must consider the "interests" of the entire division.

"Besides, the Central China Expeditionary Force is now powerful. If Matsui Iwane really takes all the credit for conquering Nanjing, will the Kwantung Army still have a foothold in the military headquarters in the future?

No matter how much Yamada Ozo disagrees with me, he should understand the overall situation."

These words woke everyone up.

The "cooperation" between the 4th Division and the military police system was based on the exchange of interests, and the competition for resources between the Kwantung Army and the Central China Expeditionary Force was a matter of life and death.

Okada Shigeki pondered, "After I arrived in Central China, I first contacted the artillery of the 12th Division to test Yamada Ozo's attitude..."

"No need to test the waters," Zhou Zhengqing said firmly. "I've discussed this matter with Uncle Ueda, the commander of the Kwantung Army. Uncle Ueda has already sent someone to inform the 2nd and 12th Divisions. I just need to send someone to contact them."

Matsui Ming. . . . . .

Okada Susumu...

The rest...

You guys above you have already secretly colluded and plotted it all, so why are you still telling us so much? How can we object?

You told me that General Ueda Kenkichi also knew about this! Then why should we be worried?

The Kwantung Army is the most powerful force in the army. It is not an easy task to deal with Matsui Iwane. . . .

At the end of the meeting, Matsui Nomi and others left without the same calmness as when they came.

Zhou Zhengqing stood alone in front of the window, looking at the dust raised by the 4th Division's convoy in the courtyard, and instructed Nanzō Yunko, who had quietly appeared, "Yunko, I have some things to say about Xu Zhongyi. Previously, Banjing-kun was in charge, but now that Banjing-kun is away, you take over!

Tell Xu Zhongyi to send back today's intelligence and tell Nanjing that inaction will only lead to chaos, so don't hesitate!

"What do you mean, General?"

"The Chinese Nanjing government is taking too long to relocate the capital! Tell them not to harbor any illusions!"

"Hey! I understand!"

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On the outskirts of Tianjin, the air in the secret room in the backyard of the "Northeast Restaurant" is so heavy that you can almost squeeze water out of it.

The halo of the chandelier danced on Xu Zhongyi's frightened face, and the cold tea he drank seemed unable to extinguish the burning sensation in his throat.

"Sister, this is the situation!" Xu Zhongyi repeated in a hoarse voice what Nanzō Yunko had said to him.

Finally, she emphasized strongly: "Nanjō Yunko gave a special warning: "The internal contradictions of the Central China Expeditionary Force have intensified to a critical point. The possibility of a direct conflict between the military police system and Matsui Iwane's headquarters is extremely high.

But even so, any internal turmoil would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and would never be able to reverse the strategic trend of the Japanese army's capture of Nanjing.

The fall of Nanjing is an inevitable fact, and any illusions are futile."

These words were like a basin of cold water mixed with ice chips, which completely extinguished the faint flame that had just risen in Chen Ming and Yu Xiuning's hearts because of the possible changes brought about by "internal conflicts".

Chen Ming opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he let out a long sigh with a thick Northeastern accent: "This... isn't this a dead end?

The Japanese are about to fight among themselves, and they can’t save Nanjing?

How much determination and effort did that little devil have to put in? " He felt a chill running through his bones, not only for Nanjing, but also for this cruel, despairing disparity in strength.

At this point, Chen Ming suddenly slapped his thigh in surprise and shouted, "Oh my god, let's talk about this Nanzhao Yunzi. Is this woman reliable?

Why is my heart pounding?

"If you ask me, why don't we just go and talk to that little Japanese guy from Banjing? Even though he's hiding in Shanghai, we can ask the brothers from the Shanghai station to run some errands and talk to him face to face. Wife, brother, don't you agree?"

"Brother! Itai Yudai said that Nanzō Yunko is trustworthy! And even if we want to verify, we can't contact Shanghai Zhan directly. The director has strictly ordered that the provincial stations cannot contact each other. If we want to contact, we must go through the headquarters!" Xu Zhongyi frowned and reminded.

Yu Xiuning's face was paler than before, but the determination in her eyes was even firmer.

She stood up and paced slowly in the small room, each step seeming to be weighed down by heavy thoughts.

"The intelligence Zhongyi brought was very clear and extremely cruel." She paused, her eyes sweeping over her husband and Xu Zhongyi: "The first level is a strategic judgment that Nanjing will fall.

This conclusion is based on the accuracy of the intelligence that Yudai Itai gave us in previous times, as well as Yunko Nanzō's position within the military police and her access to the core information of the Japanese army's highest decision-making bodies. We cannot question its authority.

At this point in the battle, Nanjing is already in our pockets. The internal struggle is only for the interests and discourse power after the capture of Nanjing, and has nothing to do with the outcome of the battle itself.

She took a deep breath and continued her analysis, her tone calm and almost cruel: "The second layer, which is Nanzō Yunko's warning, is the most critical part.

Nanzō Yunko was determined to destroy the last glimmer of hope we might have, that is, the hope that internal strife in the Japanese army could delay or stop their attack.

This shows that the Japanese war machine had been operating to an almost crazy degree, and its attack power and determination were so huge that internal friction and conflict could not affect the operation of its main axis at all.

It's like a heavy tank that's out of control. Even if its internal parts collide with each other or are damaged, its enormous inertia is enough to crush any obstacles in front of it."

Xu Zhongyi nodded heavily: "Sister, your analysis is correct. When Nanzō Yunko said this, her tone was very affirmative.

She seemed to want to use me to make the people behind us give up their unrealistic fantasies."

"So, what we want to convey now is not a possible 'turnaround', but a definite 'verdict'."

Yu Xiuning's voice trembled slightly, but it was filled with unquestionable determination: "This news must be sent back to Nanjing immediately!

As for whether it is true or not, it is up to the higher-ups to judge, but I personally believe that Nanzō Yunko’s warning is true.”

She said this without hesitation, walked quickly to the radio and put on headphones.

This time, her fingers tapped the transmitter key with unusual force. The ticking sound of the radio waves seemed to carry a heavy burden, piercing through the cold night sky and rushing towards the city that was about to suffer disaster.

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