Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 461: Firmly Enforcing Battlefield Discipline

All around, the surviving Japanese soldiers slowly stood up from their hiding places and bomb craters like frightened birds.

They staggered, their eyes still filled with the fear and confusion from the explosion.

Some soldiers covered their injured parts with one hand, with blood oozing out from between their fingers; others stared blankly ahead, as if they had not yet recovered from the hellish scene.

The soldier, whose arm was injured by the explosion, dragged his heavy steps and moved with difficulty in the direction of the officer.

Every step he took was accompanied by a painful groan, and sweat mixed with blood flowed down his cheeks.

Not far away, two soldiers were supporting each other. One of them had his legs blown to pieces and could barely walk. They were panting as they approached the assembly point, mumbling from time to time: "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive..."

As time went by, the soldiers gradually gathered around the officers. Their faces were pale, their bodies were covered with wounds and dust, and their ranks were crooked, without any order or discipline as before.

The officer looked at the group of defeated soldiers in front of him with a frown on his face, a hint of helplessness and anger flashing in his eyes. This bomb ambush caused them heavy losses.

At this time, a soldier ran over in a hurry: "Sir, it's bad, there are Chinese troops coming this way."

"What? The Chinese are so cunning. Quickly, get the soldiers ready for battle! Quickly occupy Wanping..." Having said that, Morita Toru looked up at the almost ruined Wanping City, with corpses all over the ground. After a pause, he continued, "Let the soldiers use the ruins to block the Chinese. We have the Military Police Taniguchi Battalion behind us, and they will come to support us soon!"

But Morita Toru didn't know that he would never live to see the Taniguchi Battalion...

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp whistling sound pierced the sky, making the surrounding soldiers nervous.

At first, the soldiers thought it was an enemy artillery attack and looked for cover to hide.

Boom...

"What's going on? This is the Type 92 infantry gun firing! From behind..." a second lieutenant officer shouted at the top of his lungs, his face full of shock and anger. But his voice was instantly drowned out by the continuous explosions.

Before he could finish shouting, the whistling of artillery shells could be heard in the sky. . . .

The soldiers fled in all directions, the formation was instantly in chaos, and the soldiers who had just gathered immediately ran around again.

Some soldiers stood there in a daze, watching their comrades being blown to pieces by artillery shells, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

Some were like headless flies, running blindly in the artillery fire, but they just happened to rush into the landing point of the next wave of shells.

"Stop the shelling! Go and notify the artillery to stop the shelling!" Toru Morita yelled madly at the signalman, his forehead covered with sweat and his hands shaking constantly.

Before the signalman could respond, a 3.8-kilogram high-explosive grenade exploded nearby.

Toru Morita's body was lifted up and he let out unintelligible cries, but the only response he got was the ruthless sound of the explosion and the miserable cries of the surrounding soldiers.

The shells continued to pour down, creating huge craters, and mud mixed with blood splattered everywhere.

A young soldier had one leg blown off and fell to the ground wailing in pain. He reached out to his comrade not far away for help, but the comrade had just run a few steps when he was swallowed by another shell, leaving only a bloody mist.

The surviving attacking troops of the entire garrison fell into chaos and despair. They could never have imagined that it was their own artillery fire that brought them such a catastrophe.

. . . . . . .

At the Lugou Bridge, Taniguchi Mayu looked expressionlessly at the garrison soldiers running back in a rush.

The shells were still whistling overhead, and the surrounding gendarmes had already set up machine guns, grenade launchers, and mortars and were ready to fire. The gendarmes holding rifles had also found their own suitable shooting positions.

He turned to look at Kawamura Yota, Kamiki Takuma, and Yokoyama Tai, and said coldly: "Prepare for battle. When dealing with deserters, our military police must resolutely enforce battlefield discipline!"

"Hi Yi!"

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On the Lugou Bridge, a large group of garrison soldiers looked panicked and fled desperately along the bridge like frightened birds.

Behind them were continuous artillery explosions and drops of blood falling from the sky like raindrops.

Taniguchi Mayu stood on the front of a supply truck parked at the bridge head with a ferocious look on his face.

He held his command knife high, and the blade looked particularly dazzling in the smoke: "Kill all those who retreat! Don't leave any alive!" His roar was still particularly clear amid the sound of gunfire, revealing a chilling determination.

In order to completely eliminate the garrison troops, Taniguchi Mayu actually pulled the ammunition truck directly to the bridgehead.

Upon receiving the order, a machine gun that had been set up next to the stone lions at the bridge head pointed its black muzzle at the Japanese soldiers who were running wildly on the bridge.

As the machine gunner pulled the bolt hard, after a sharp sound of metal friction, the machine gun roared like a beast.

The surrounding light and heavy machine guns also opened fire at the same time. The soldier holding the grenade launcher pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the small grenade flew out. . . .

Tongues of flame continued to spew out from the muzzle, and dense bullets swept towards the retreating soldiers like a storm.

The soldiers walking in the back row on the bridge were instantly hit by the fierce rain of bullets. Their bodies were like kites with broken strings, being pulled backwards by the powerful impact.

Some soldiers had their chests riddled with holes, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing on the stone slabs of the ancient Lugou Bridge. The bright red bloodstains formed a sharp and tragic contrast with the gray bridge surface.

Some soldiers suffered heavy blows to the head, their brains bursting, red and white liquid splattering everywhere, and broken bones and flesh flying everywhere.

The gendarmes armed with rifles also fanned out along the river bank, constantly pulling the trigger.

Every gunshot was accompanied by the scream and fall of a Japanese soldier.

The military policeman who fired the shot laughed excitedly and muttered, "One hundred dollars!"

On the bridge, a young Japanese soldier was running hard while carrying his injured companion on his back. His face was covered in sweat and fear, and his eyes revealed a strong desire for life.

However, a bullet mercilessly penetrated his back, his body suddenly stiffened, his steps staggered a few times, and finally he fell forward to the ground.

The comrade on his back was thrown out as he fell and fell heavily on the stone slabs of the bridge.

The gendarme who was shooting from a distance aimed again without hesitation, and a bullet accurately shot into the injured soldier's temple, ending his weak signs of life.

Not far away, several soldiers tried to hide in a house by the river that had been bombed to pieces.

But how could the gendarmes let them go so easily? A gendarme leaned against the sandbags by the river, calmly raised his rifle and locked onto the target.

He calmly pulled the trigger, and with a "bang", a bullet instantly penetrated the neck of a soldier who was about to hide in the doorway.

The soldier instinctively covered his neck with both hands, blood gushed out from between his fingers. His body slowly fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with despair and unwillingness.