Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Brigade Commander Liao Lingqi rushed to a Type 24 heavy machine gun, shoved aside the machine gunner whose eyes were red and who was trembling, and roared in a hoarse voice that drowned out the noise in front of him: "Listen to my orders!"

"Let those laborers cross! Once they're across the river, aim at the Japanese soldiers behind them and fire them to death! Machine guns, get them ready!"

The order was quickly relayed.

The soldiers raised their guns slightly, barely suppressing their anger, as they watched the emaciated laborers, forced by the Japanese army, carry makeshift ladders, crying and stumbling as they rushed down the moat's slope and into the icy water. Some collapsed halfway down, never to rise again.

Just as the first group of laborers struggled across the moat and approached the base of the city wall, and the defending troops' firepower briefly paused, the opportunity the Japanese army had been waiting for appeared.

Behind the piles of corpses and earthen embankments, a large number of yellowish-brown figures suddenly leaped up. The main force of the Japanese army surged out like a tide, howling as they launched a charge, attempting to cross the moat in one fell swoop.

"Attack!" Liao Lingqi's roar was like thunder.

After a moment of silence, the city walls suddenly erupted with flames of revenge.

Rifles and light machine guns spat out fire.

However, the Japanese infantry skirmish lines were extremely skilled, using the terrain to advance rapidly and with fierce firepower, suppressing the defenders on the city walls.

At this critical moment, in the middle of the majestic gate tower of Zhonghua Gate, a series of cleverly disguised firing ports were suddenly pushed open from the inside, revealing a dark gun barrel—several water-cooled Maxim heavy machine guns!

This was the defenders' last trump card, which they had been hiding for a long time. It was strategically positioned with a wide field of fire, enough to cover the entire outer side of the moat and the surrounding area.

"Thump...thump thump thump..."

Maxim's distinctive, heavy, and continuous roar suddenly rang out, drowning out all the other noises on the battlefield.

Bullets, like the scythe of death, formed a scorching metallic storm, raining down on the charging Japanese troops.

The Japanese soldiers at the forefront fell in droves as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, their bodies rolling on the riverbank, their blood instantly staining the frozen earth red.

The Japanese army's momentum stalled, and their formation was thrown into disarray.

"Good! Well done!" The defenders on the city wall erupted in cheers, their morale soaring.

However, the Japanese army's response was surprisingly swift.

The machine guns on the flanks immediately opened fire, bullets hitting the area around the bunker's firing ports, sparks flying, and brick dust falling everywhere.

Even more fatally, Japanese mortar observers quickly locked onto this newly exposed firing position.

A few minutes later, a sharp whistling sound ripped through the sky.

"Fire! Take cover!" Before the warning had even finished, several mortar shells landed precisely near the bunker on the city wall.

Boom! Boom! Boom! In the violent explosion, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and that section of the city wall shook violently.

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The battle on the city walls was fierce and brutal, and the struggle at the city gates reached a fever pitch.

The city gate of Zhonghua Gate had already been blocked with layers of sandbags, bricks, stones, and any other debris that could be found, but the Japanese army was clearly determined to take it.

A modified armored vehicle, its front covered with thick steel plates and its interior filled with high explosives, roared towards the city gate like a crazed steel behemoth, driven at full speed by Japanese engineers.

This is a Japanese "special attack vehicle," designed to blow open a passage.

"Stop it! We must not let it get any closer!" the commander guarding the city gate shouted hoarsely.

Inside the city gate, the defending troops had already used large steel rails and iron parts found in the ruins of the nearby Jinling Arsenal to weld together sturdy barricades, which were deeply embedded in the ground.

When the Japanese armored vehicles charged forward, their front ends slammed into the obstacle made of welded steel rails.

The ear-piercing metallic scraping sound was teeth-grinding. The armored vehicle was stuck in the relatively narrow doorway, its wheels spinning freely, unable to move forward or backward for the time being.

"Blow it up! We can't let it explode!" In the critical moment, a figure leaped out from the ruins inside the city wall.

He is Li Debiao, a demolition expert, an honest and simple veteran from the north, with cluster grenades strapped to his waist.

"Brother Li!" exclaimed a comrade beside him.

Li Debiao glanced back at his brothers who were still fighting desperately on the city wall, a resolute smile appearing on his face: "Brothers, see you in the next life!"

Without hesitation, he lit the grenade's fuse and leaped from the broken section of the city wall, landing precisely on the roof of the stuck armored vehicle.

"Baka! Hurry..." The terrified shouts and curses of the Japanese engineers inside the vehicle had not yet ended.

Boom! ! !

A deafening explosion! The immense power of the cluster grenades, combined with the partial detonation of explosives inside the vehicle, created a terrifying blast.

Flames and thick smoke billowed out of the gate, and the huge shockwave knocked over all the soldiers inside and outside the gate.

The half of the already crumbling iron-clad wooden city gate was completely blown to pieces, with burning wood and twisted metal parts flying everywhere.

A sharp splinter of wood shot out like a javelin and embedded itself right in the eye socket of a Japanese sergeant who was directing the charge from the rear.

He covered his face and let out a piercing scream before collapsing to the ground.

The explosion temporarily prevented the Japanese army from directly breaking into the city gate, but it also created a fatal breach in the Zhonghua Gate.

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At midday, the bleak winter sunlight barely pierced through the thick haze, illuminating this hell on earth.

A breach several meters wide was blasted in the city wall, which became the focus of the struggle between the two sides.

Artillery shells were no longer very effective; the most primitive and brutal hand-to-hand combat and bayonet fighting took place here.

Japanese soldiers, carrying Type 38 rifles with bayonets fixed, roared as they surged into the breach.

What awaited them was a peculiar suicide squad led by Lu Weisan, the chief of staff of the 88th Division.

The team included clerks who used to hold pens, cooks in charge of meals, young communications soldiers, and lightly wounded soldiers.

Their weapons were a mixed bag; those with bayonets on their rifles were considered better off, but most were holding broadswords, entrenching tools, or even iron bars salvaged from the ruins.

Lu Weisan, the staff officer who wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a scholarly air before the battle, now had a tattered uniform, his glasses were nowhere to be found, and his face was covered in blood and dust.

He stood at the front of the column, clutching a command sword he had seized from a fallen Japanese officer.

"Brothers! Behind us lies Nanjing, our fathers and elders! Today, we will fight to the death! Kill!" Lu Weisan's voice was distorted by his roar, yet it carried an astonishing power.

"Kill!" The suicide squad roared and charged towards the Japanese soldiers' bayonets.

The gap instantly became a meat grinder.

The sounds of metal clashing, blades piercing flesh, dying screams, and angry roars mingled together.

The entrenching tool swung down hard, with enough force to sever bones.

The broadsword swept across, raising a spray of blood.

The bayonet pierced the body with a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

People kept falling, and those behind them immediately stepped over their corpses to continue the fight.

Lu Weisan seemed like a different person. He was agile, and his command sword drew a deadly arc in his hand. Using the obstacles of the ruins, he dodged and slashed, and in one fell swoop, he cut down three Japanese soldiers who rushed in.

Blood splattered all over his body, making him look like a demon returned from hell.