Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 970 Prioritizing Capturing the Target Alive

In the southern part of the arsenal, a battalion of the 6th Division mutinied in the middle of the night. The soldiers detained the officers who had been resisting and took the initiative to contact the surrounding troops to surrender.

Commander Major Sato was wounded by his subordinates while trying to stop them and eventually surrendered on a stretcher.

“I haven’t had a full meal in three days,” a mutinous soldier said frankly when questioned by a Kwantung Army officer. “I serve in the army to fight for my country, not to starve to death in a foreign land.”

Ironically, some positions witnessed the bizarre phenomenon of "frontline trading."

Soldiers of the Central China Expeditionary Army traded weapons, ammunition, and even military secrets for food and medicine from the enemy.

Soldiers of the 4th Division in Osaka were particularly adept at this; they even set up temporary "trading points" to weigh and exchange goods using scales.

"A perfectly good Type 38 rifle can be exchanged for ten packs of compressed biscuits, and a light machine gun can be exchanged for a carton of cigarettes plus two cans of beef." Such "trading rules" quietly circulated on the front lines.

By dawn on the 29th, the effective resistance of the Central China Expeditionary Army had basically ceased.

White flags were flying everywhere on the front lines, and groups of soldiers walked into the encirclement.

Their faces showed no shame of defeat, but rather the relief of surviving a calamity.

Inside the underground bunker, Matsui Iwane sat alone in the darkness, listening to the approaching gunfire and the clamor of surrender outside.

At 5 a.m. on the 29th, the area outside Nanjing was deathly silent, and the cold wind carrying the smell of gunpowder swept over the ruins.

In a secluded forward observation post in the eastern part of the city, Shunsuke Nakamura, who had secretly arrived in the Nanjing war zone, was staring at the outline of the Jinling Arsenal in the distance through field binoculars.

Inside the observation post, only a kerosene lamp emitted a faint light, illuminating Nakamura Shunsuke's gloomy face.

He slowly lowered the binoculars and turned to the tall, European-looking man in the shadows, Karlov, codenamed "Death."

“Matsui Iwane is in the underground bunker of the arsenal.” Nakamura Shunsuke’s voice was low, with a hint of tension that was hard to detect. “Our mission is to capture him alive. That’s the fastest way to end this mess.”

Makarov nodded slightly, his eagle-like eyes gleaming coldly in the pre-dawn darkness.

“My squad needs an infiltration route.” Makarov’s voice was calm and cold, his Japanese with an Eastern European accent echoing in the small space.

Shunsuke Nakamura walked toward a simple wooden table, on which a map of Nanjing's underground pipe network was spread out.

“Yūsuke’s military police will take you to the entrance.” Shunsuke Nakamura pointed to the red-marked location on the map: “From here, you can enter the sewer system and go directly to the arsenal directly below.”

There are about two hundred guards left, mostly staff officers, with limited combat capability.

A cruel smile flickered across Makarov's lips: "200 people? They're just numbers to us."

He turned and walked toward the entrance to the observation post, gesturing for Nakamura to follow.

In the cold wind before dawn, seven figures silently converged from different directions like ghosts.

These warriors from another world, though only able to use weapons of this era, possess tactical skills and combat techniques far surpassing those of this time.

Iron Hammer, an assault soldier, is inspecting the MP36 submachine gun in his hands.

The burly Russian hummed a folk tune from his hometown as he skillfully disassembled and reassembled weapons, each movement precise and flawless.

Sickle, another assault soldier, adjusts his M1918A1 Browning automatic rifle.

His movements were gentle and delicate, a stark contrast to the hammer.

Hongxing, the machine gunner, was adjusting the sling of his MG34 light machine gun, silently calculating the amount of ammunition to ensure that each belt was intact.

Winter Wolf and Spider, the sniper team, crouched on a high vantage point a little further away, sharing observation data.

Winter Wolf was holding a Mauser Kar98k sniper rifle, while Spider carried a Japanese Type 97 sniper rifle on his back.

Vodka and caviar, support personnel, one equipped with an MP36 submachine gun, the other with a Japanese Type 44 carbine.

Meanwhile, the two were responsible for organizing the explosives and medical kits.

Makarov walked toward his squad, and the members immediately stopped what they were doing and quickly assembled.

They communicate using a code that mixes Russian and English, which is their unique fighting language.

“Status report,” Makarov’s voice was deep and powerful.

Hammer: "Ready."

Sickle: "All five magazines are fully loaded."

Red Star: "MG34 is in good condition and has ample ammunition."

Winter Wolf and Spider: "Weapon calibration complete."

Vodka and Caviar: "Explosives and medical kits checked."

This concise and efficient reporting method reflects the high level of understanding and professionalism among team members.

Shunsuke Nakamura approached Makarov and handed him a scroll: "This is a floor plan of the arsenal. There may be some errors, but it is the latest information."

Makarov nodded, took the scroll, knelt on one knee, and the team members quickly gathered around him.

Makarov spread the map out on the ground, took out a pencil, and began to sketch the route.

“Listen, our goal is to capture Matsui Iwane alive. The infiltration point is here.” Makarov pointed to the diagram: “Directly beneath the arsenal via the sewer system.”

Sickle and Winter Wolf are responsible for providing fire support.

Hammer and Red Star were responsible for the frontal assault.

Vodka and caviar were responsible for blasting the entrance and providing medical support.

He looked around at his team: "Our advantage is speed and surprise. We must break through the enemy's lines before they can mount an effective resistance. Remember, capture the target alive is the priority, but don't take risks."

The team members nodded silently, communicating with each other through sign language.

These complex gestures convey information such as the direction of attack, the enemy's location, and the status of weapons and equipment; they are a way for them to communicate without words.

In the dim light of dawn, the team conducted a final equipment check. Every action demonstrated a high degree of professionalism.

Hammer not only checked his own weapon, but also helped Red Star adjust the machine gun sling to ensure it wouldn't snag in the confined space.

Scythe and Winter Wolf discussed their respective areas of responsibility, confirming their firing range and coverage areas.

Vodka and Caviar redistributed the explosives and medical supplies to ensure that each squad member had basic self-rescue capabilities.

Makarov observed coldly, occasionally issuing brief instructions: "Hammer, bring two more grenades."

"Scythe, switch to armor-piercing ammunition, Red Star, alternate between armor-piercing and regular ammunition belts."

These subtle adjustments reflect Makarov's extensive combat experience and accurate assessment of the mission environment.

As the clock struck 5:45, the agreed-upon signal came from afar, and Yusuke Ichijo's military police were already in position.

Makarov raised his right hand, and the team members immediately froze.

"Final check."

He was met with seven soft taps, each team member tapping their weapon once with their knuckles to indicate they were ready.