Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 477 Already in Place

For the sake of his own life, Seiji Kozuki could not care about anything else for the time being. Besides, Zhou Zhengqing was not in Tianjin, so even if he fought with the military police, he could not be hurt. Seiji Kozuki decided to give it a try.

The counterattack must be resisted!

Immediately send a message to Japan while preparing for a counterattack!

Katsuki Seiji knew that the military police had tanks, so he immediately notified the garrison tank team to attack.

The moment the garrison's tank convoy received the news, all members acted as if they were facing a great enemy and quickly entered a state of high alert.

Not long after, more than a dozen Type 94 light tanks, commonly known as small bean tanks, set out from various strongholds.

They moved back and forth and assembled in the streets tacitly, and then rushed to the outskirts of Haiguang Temple, forming a tense and explosive confrontation with the gendarmerie's Type 2 tank on the street outside Haiguang Temple.

The garrison troops actually have quite a few other tanks, such as the Type 95 light tank, the Type 92 heavy tank, the Type 95 multi-turret heavy tank, and so on.

However, Seiji Katsuki heard from his subordinates that the tanks that the military police were used to were also light tanks. In addition, he did not know much about tanks, so he thought that those Type 94 tanks were support vehicles using machine guns, just like the Type light tanks.

In order not to appear to be bullying the weak, Katsuki Seiji only notified the tank team to use light tanks to attack.

It was the first time for the military police to use tanks in combat, and they were like newborn calves that were not afraid of tigers. When they saw the dozen or so small tanks coming towards them aggressively, the drivers and gunners all showed excitement.

Before we set off, the commander said that the reward for this operation would be huge!

The dozen tanks on the opposite side were the walking money of the tank drivers! Each of the Type 94 tanks had the symbol of money on it!

With a gunshot from Shunsuke Nakamura who was hiding behind, the exchange of fire between the Japanese military police and the garrison tanks began on the Chinese land of Tianjin.

Under the clumsy control of the military police, the seven Type 2 tanks were driving arrogantly and menacingly towards a dozen small tanks on the opposite side, just like a few strong men approaching a dozen little friends with a grin.

Their wide and heavy tracks are like huge meat grinders. Every time they turn, they crush the ground fiercely, making a dull and penetrating sound, just like the prelude of death for the bloody massacre that is about to begin.

The gray-painted armor on the surface of the vehicle emits a chillingly cold luster in the light obscured by the smoke.

On the opposite side, more than a dozen Type 94 light tanks were ready for battle. However, their small and exquisite bodies seemed weak in comparison, like a child confronting a giant, appearing so small and insignificant.

These Type 94 light tanks were only equipped with a 7.7mm machine gun of limited power, which was a joke considering the average thickness of the front armor of the Type 30 tank was about 16mm, while the rear and side armor was made of mm surface-hardened steel plates welded together.

The battle broke out without warning in an instant, like a bolt of thunder tearing through the oppressive sky.

The 20mm machine gun of the Type tank roared first, with that sharp and piercing whistle.

One armor-piercing shell after another, like a meteor with a long flaming tail, rushed towards the Type 94 light tank with powerful kinetic energy that could destroy the world.

The Type 94 light tank that was locked on tried desperately to dodge. The driver held the joystick tightly with both hands, his joints turned white due to the effort, and his feet stomped on the pedals frantically. The tracks of the tank turned rapidly, splashing dust and gravel on the ground. He tried to change direction in the hail of bullets and find a glimmer of hope.

But the shells of the Type 94 tank were like deadly ghosts, following closely. With the sound of metal breaking, the body of the Type light tank was instantly blown open by the powerful impact, and sharp metal fragments flew around like hidden weapons. Thick smoke instantly billowed out of the car, accompanied by several shrill screams, which were the desperate cries of life before it disappeared.

In just a moment, the tank was like a body with its soul taken away, completely losing its combat effectiveness.

Immediately afterwards, the seven Type 94 tanks opened fire at full power, pouring the flames of death on a dozen Type light tanks.

Shells fell like dense raindrops, forming a web of death in the air. One after another, Type 94 light tanks were hit by the fierce artillery fire. Some turrets were blown away in an instant, thrown high into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, creating a large hole.

Some car bodies were torn in half by the powerful impact of the shells, and parts were scattered all over the ground.

Others caught fire, the orange-red flames greedily devoured every inch of the tank, and thick smoke billowed straight into the sky.

The Type 94 light tanks were unwilling to be slaughtered, and the machine gunners tried their best to launch a final counterattack.

The 7.7mm machine gun made a rapid "da da da" sound, and the bullets shot out like meteors, but these bullets hit the thick armor of the Type tank, leaving only shallow, insignificant marks, just like a weak ant trying to shake a towering tree, which only added to the joke.

A Type 94 tank slowly approached a Type light tank like a beast teasing its prey.

Its 20mm machine gun was accurately aimed at the vital parts of the Type 94 light tank. The black muzzle seemed like the entrance to hell.

The machine gunner of the Type 94 light tank had red eyes and pulled the trigger almost frantically. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his cheeks, but all his efforts were in vain.

The Type 94 tank's series of shells were once again fired with a breath of destruction. With a loud "bang", the fuel tank of the Type light tank exploded, instantly blowing the entire vehicle into pieces. The broken wreckage scattered on the street like flowers from the sky, raising a cloud of dust.

Under the fierce attack of the Type 94 tanks, the defense line of more than a dozen Type 94 light tanks was like paper, and it quickly collapsed. In just over ten minutes, more than a dozen Type light tanks sent by the garrison army were beaten to pieces.

On the battlefield, some tanks were still burning, with orange-red flames accompanied by billowing smoke, as if crying for the lost lives.

Some were completely scrapped, turning into a pile of twisted and deformed scrap metal, lying in the streets, telling of the cruelty of war.

The military police drove the Type 2 tank slowly across the devastated battlefield. They looked through the observation window at the devastated scene in front of them with a smug look on their faces.

To them, it seemed like just an easy and enjoyable hunting game, and those Type 94 light tanks were nothing more than their poor prey that they hunted at will and had no ability to fight back.

Of course, the garrison headquarters knew the result of the battle first. While Kazuki Seiji angrily pounded his desk, he once again issued orders to the tank convoy, requesting that medium and even heavy tanks be sent to encircle and suppress the gendarmerie's Type 2 tank.

But there is no chance anymore.

Just as the garrison tank convoy sent out tanks again, dense swarms of naval fighter planes arrived in the sky. . . .

At the same time, the military police's artillery positions were already in place. . . .