Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1003 Our Old Trade

Shunsuke Nakamura remembered this person; his name seemed to be Inoue Kamsuke. He was one of the dozens of people who accompanied the general from Japan to Harbin to take up his post, and he had now been promoted to second lieutenant.

Mayu Taniguchi calmly said, "Inoue is right. The xenophobia and factionalism among some senior officers of the 10th Army are indeed serious, and they lack basic respect for us."

In that environment, it was already quite remarkable that Ichijo-kun returned safely.

Meanwhile, Mitsuda Shojin, who was always eager to stir up trouble, immediately added fuel to the fire with a grin: "That's right! I think that old guy Yanagawa Heisuke is just jealous of our Commander's youth and talent, and how he is highly regarded by the General Headquarters!"

I hope they didn't skimp on your food back then.

I heard the food in the 10th Army is terrible, even the sake is diluted with water! If that's true, I'll have to ask Yanagawa Heisuke for advice on hospitality next time I see him! He gestured as he spoke, which made Ichijo roll his eyes, and even Inoue Kamsuke, who was full of resentment, couldn't help but grin.

For a time, the group shared their complaints about their shared "encounter" and expressed their righteous indignation towards the "external enemy," while simultaneously waiting for the military police to enter the city.

Just as Nakamura Shunsuke and several other high-ranking officers, including Ichijo Yusuke, were dealing with the "unexpected situation" involving Li Shouren and his daughter at the entrance of the military police headquarters, the torrent of steel behind them on the main road that had been temporarily cleared did not stop.

The deep roar of engines, the screeching of tracks grinding against the road, and the rhythmic thud of boots on the ground continuously converged into a suffocating sound wave, announcing the complete arrival of the city's new master.

Half an hour later, Li Shouren and Xiao Juan had stopped crying, and the father and daughter, who were hugging each other, were asked to wait aside.

The two fully equipped military police battalions under the command of Mayu Taniguchi and Shoma Mitsuda, along with their heavy equipment, have completed their deployment into the city.

Looking around, the vast open spaces that were once ravaged by war, centered on the military police headquarters, are now submerged in a sea of ​​khaki military uniforms.

Several Panzer II light tanks and Type 92 armored vehicles, like steel behemoths, sat coldly beside the rubble, their engines shut down, their cannons pointing menacingly at various intersections and key roads.

Hundreds of military trucks were neatly lined up, with armed military police standing silently under the canvas awnings.

The streets were filled with military police, all standing at attention in perfect military posture. Most of their faces beneath their helmets were expressionless, but their sharp eyes scanned their surroundings with curiosity and scrutiny.

The entire area was permeated with an extremely oppressive, disciplined, and chilling atmosphere.

Compared to the sporadic gunshots, cries, and chaos that had been present in the city not long ago, this place seemed to have been instantly shackled by a chain of steel and rules, eerily quiet, yet more unsettling than any clamor.

At that moment, Nakamura Shunsuke gave Ichijo Yusuke a wink. Then, he straightened his military cap and belt and strode toward a makeshift lecture platform, about one person high, that had been temporarily erected with sandbags and planks not far in front of the military police headquarters.

A communications soldier quickly connected a field megaphone and handed it to Nakamura.

Shunsuke Nakamura ascended the platform, his gaze sweeping across the dark mass of solemnly standing military police below with the sharpness of a hawk.

The cold wind whipped up the hem of his military overcoat, but he stood ramrod straight, exuding an aura of quiet authority.

Clearing his throat, Shunsuke Nakamura addressed the loudspeaker, beginning his inaugural address in clear, stern, and powerful Japanese. His voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, echoed across the desolate ruins:

"Gentlemen!"

Just two words, with a metallic quality, instantly captured everyone's attention.

"We are here by order of Commander Takasaki Takuto, bearing a sacred mission, to take up residence in this ancient Chinese capital, Nanjing!"

From this moment forward, the heavy responsibility of maintaining order and security in Nanjing, as well as supervising the discipline of all Imperial soldiers, falls on the shoulders of our military police!

His voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable determination: "Our primary task is to thoroughly eliminate the anti-Japanese elements and destabilizing factors lurking in the city!"

We must use an iron fist to crush any conspiracy to disrupt the "new order"! All resistance must be resolutely suppressed without any leniency!

Then, he changed the subject and became even more stern: "At the same time, we must implement the strictest military discipline over all Imperial Army units stationed in Nanjing!"

Whether it is the Kwantung Army, the North China Area Army, or the remnants of the former Central China Expeditionary Army, any violation of military discipline, such as robbery, arson, theft, or unjustified killing, must be stopped immediately and severely punished!

We must make everyone understand that the Imperial Army is here to establish a "benevolent and peaceful land," not a rabble! Order is above all else!

Finally, he softened his tone slightly, but his goal remained clear: "Our ultimate goal is to quickly restore Nanjing to its former glory and make it a model city for the Empire's management of Central China!"

This requires everyone to be conscientious and impartial, and also to demonstrate the "fairness" and "majesty" of the Imperial Army in law enforcement!

I urge you all to remember your mission and live up to His Excellency the Commander's high expectations!

However, even in this solemn atmosphere, and as Shunsuke Nakamura's powerful speech echoed in the air, not everyone among the standing military police below the stage, especially those in the front row who were high-ranking or experienced veterans, was fully focused on the "righteousness" of the speech.

Some subtle, almost inaudible whispers flowed quietly through the gaps in discipline.

The veterans maintained their standard solemnity, but deep in their eyes gleamed a more realistic and pragmatic light, quite different from the official rhetoric.

A sergeant with a shallow scar on his cheek tilted his head slightly and whispered to his colleague, who also wore the rank of sergeant, with a barely perceptible sneer on his lips: "Hey, did you hear me?"

"Purge anti-Japanese elements," "Strictly enforce military discipline"... Hehe!

Such a large city, just captured, must have resistance forces as numerous as groundhogs!

Although the higher-ups have strictly forbade indiscriminate killing, but…” He paused deliberately, a shrewd yet unfathomable glint in his eyes: “Arresting, interrogating, detaining… these are all our old tricks!”

As long as you label someone a "suspect," are you afraid that those wealthy Chinese merchants and landlords won't obediently pay money for "bail"?

Even if they don't have money, they can be pulled to build fortifications and work as laborers, which is free labor!

This "extra income" is far more lucrative than what I made off those small vendors in Tianjin!