Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Gui Yongqing nodded and unfolded the map: "Then we'll fight on the top of Zijin Mountain for the last day."

He pointed to several points on the map: "Tonight we will organize an attack behind enemy lines. The goal is not to kill, but to create chaos."

"Captain Zhou, you lead your men to attack the Japanese artillery positions. Company Commander Gao, you lead the remaining artillery personnel to lay the final mines at these points."

"And what about you, Commander-in-Chief?" Zhou Weiguo asked.

Gui Yongqing smiled slightly: "I will live and die with the observatory."

That night, Zhou Weiguo led his assault team to infiltrate the Japanese defense line and successfully destroyed an artillery company position.

At dawn the next day, the remnants of the Training Corps were compressed into the last position on the top of Zijin Mountain.

Gui Yongqing counted the number of people, and fewer than 100 were able to stand.

"Brothers, we have completed our mission, and command has ordered us to break out when the opportunity arises." Gui Yongqing's voice was unusually calm: "But I have decided to stay and stand with Zijin Mountain."

He looked at Gao Jianhong: "You lead the brothers who can still walk to break through the encirclement. This is an order."

Gao Jianhong hesitated for a moment, then finally saluted solemnly: "Take care, Commander!"

That night, Gao Jianhong led Zhou Weiguo and dozens of others to successfully break through the encirclement. Among those left behind were medical personnel and seriously wounded who volunteered to stay.

At dawn, the Japanese army launched its final offensive. Gui Yongqing sat on the ruins of the observation post, playing the "Whampoa Military Academy Song" on his harmonica.

As the gunshots drew closer, he slowly stood up, straightened his tattered military uniform, and walked towards the door.

The final explosion atop Zijin Mountain echoed long afterward over Nanjing.

. . . . . . . .

The winter sun sets early in the west, as if ashamed to witness the humiliation and suffering endured by this ancient city.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and death. The once bustling streets were now ruins, and only the silhouette of Zijin Mountain silently watched over this land ravaged by war.

The whistling sound of shells tearing through the air had been the background noise of the city for weeks, but today's bombardment was particularly intense, like the final roar of a beast before its final assault.

The Nanjing City Wall, a magnificent fortification built with the utmost effort by Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, is riddled with holes in the face of modern weaponry, yet it still stands stubbornly, protecting the remaining garrison and the civilians who were unable to evacuate.

Li Jiang stood on the city wall at Tongji Gate, his binoculars scanning the devastated land ahead.

This commander of the 156th Division of the National Revolutionary Army was only thirty-five years old, but he already had white hair.

His uniform was covered in mud, and bloodstains were faintly seeping from the bandage on his left arm—a souvenir left by shrapnel from Japanese bullets three days prior.

"Commander, the Japanese from the 9th Division are coming up again!" The chief of staff pointed at the writhing yellow figures in the distance, his voice hoarse.

Li Jiang put down his binoculars, his brow furrowed.

The Tongji Gate position had already withstood several rounds of artillery fire, and cracks had appeared in many places in the city wall. More than half of the defending troops had been killed or wounded.

He could clearly feel the tremors of the city wall beneath his feet; it was the vibration of Japanese artillery shells kissing the wall.

"Tell the brothers, even if we die, we must face forward!" Li Jiang drew his pistol, his voice not loud, but it carried throughout the entire section of the city wall.

Suddenly, an unusual barrage of artillery fire rained down on the positions ahead.

Unlike usual, this bombardment was not aimed at the city wall itself, but at an open area in front of it.

After the smoke cleared, a group of routed Chinese soldiers appeared, ragged and supporting each other as they ran toward the city gate.

"Open the door! We are from the 88th Division! The entire army has been wiped out!" A wounded soldier running at the front cried out in fluent Chinese. His uniform was covered in blood, and his left leg seemed to be seriously injured, making him stagger.

The garrison on the city wall began to stir.

After days of fierce fighting, scattered units continued to retreat into the city. These survivors brought news of the fall of the front lines, as well as the tragic deaths of their comrades.

"Don't open the gate!" Li Jiang's voice pierced the defenders' hesitation like ice. "It's too suspicious that deserters are appearing at this time."

The chief of staff whispered, "Commander, if they are truly friendly forces, wouldn't we be standing by and watching them die?"

Li Jiang's gaze was fixed on the group of "desperate soldiers." Their behavior seemed chaotic, but their movement routes were subtly forming a tactical formation.

Even more suspiciously, the gunfire from the Japanese troops in the distance was not directed at this group of "their own people" exposed in the open area.

"If the Japanese were really pursuing us, would they let us run around freely within firing range?" Li Jiang sneered. "Get the machine gunners ready and listen to my orders."

As the "rout soldiers" drew closer, Li Jiang noticed several details: the bandages on the "wounded" soldiers were too neat, their weapons, though tattered, were well-maintained, and most importantly, their boots were standard Japanese military boots.

"Fire!" As soon as Li Jiang gave the order, the machine guns on the city wall spewed fire.

Sure enough, faced with the hail of bullets, the "runaway soldiers" scattered instantly, nimbly seeking cover, completely shedding their previous disheveled state.

At the same time, a loud explosion came from below the city wall. Japanese engineers had already taken advantage of the chaos to sneak up to the city gate and plant explosives.

The city wall at Tongji Gate shook violently, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.

As the smoke and dust dissipated slightly, a gap about thirty meters wide suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Big sword team, follow me!" Li Jiang drew his big sword from his back and was the first to rush towards the gap.

The city walls have been breached; only flesh and blood can slow down the enemy's advance.

Hundreds of Chinese soldiers, armed with broadswords, followed their commander and charged toward the gaping hole of death.

They knew they would likely not survive this mission, but behind them lay Nanjing and hundreds of thousands of their compatriots; they had nowhere to retreat.

The battle at the breach instantly intensified.

The Japanese army surged in like a tide, while the Chinese defenders resisted stubbornly like rocks.

Li Jiang's broadsword was stained with blood; he had personally cleaved down two Japanese soldiers.

Just then, he noticed a group of soldiers dressed in Nationalist Army uniforms mixed in with the Japanese troops, shouting in fluent Chinese, "Don't shoot, we're on the same side," while throwing grenades at the defenders.

"You sons of bitches, you Japanese devils!" Li Jiang cursed as he charged forward, his broadsword flashing, and a Japanese officer disguised as a Nationalist lieutenant fell to the ground.

Just then, a gunshot rang out, and Li Jiang felt a numbness in his left leg.

Then came the second shot, the third shot... a total of seven bullets pierced his body.

In the instant he fell, he saw the shooter clearly: a Chinese man dressed in civilian clothes, his rifle still emitting smoke.

"The Japanese..." Li Jiang coughed up blood as he was dragged by the guards to the relatively safe area behind the ruins.

"Commander! Commander!" The guard cried as he pressed on his wounds, but blood still gushed from multiple bullet holes.

"Tell the brothers... I... I'm going first..." Li Jiang's voice grew weaker and weaker, finally turning into a sigh, taking away the general's last breath.

Meanwhile, another fierce battle was unfolding on the Guanghua Gate position.

"Poison gas! The Japanese have released poison gas!" Amidst the sentry's exclamation, a cloud of yellowish-green smoke slowly drifted toward the city wall.

This is a special smoke bomb from the Japanese 16th Division, containing deadly chemicals that can cause lung ulceration in those who inhale it within minutes.