Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 1005 Nakagawa-kun, please calm down.

Yusuke Ichijo took a deep breath, forcing himself to temporarily suppress the annoyance brought by Li Shouren and his daughter.

He knew that he had to appear professional and calm at this moment.

Walking up to the map, he pointed to the center: "Gentlemen, Mr. Nakamura's division of east, west, south, and north is a strategic framework, which we need to refine."

His fingertips traced the streets in his imagination: "With the military police as the core, the area around Qingliang Mountain, Shuixi Gate, and Hanxi Gate has complex terrain. Mitsuda-kun, your mission in the southern district is not easy." He looked at Mitsuda.

Mitsuda waved his hand dismissively: "Don't worry! I love taking on tough challenges! This is a good opportunity for my lads to stretch their muscles! I'll go and divide up the military police detachments right now and send my men out."

One line pointed north: "Xiaguan, Yijiangmen, and the riverside wharf are the vital passages for supplies. They were also the main routes for defeated Chinese soldiers and refugees fleeing north. There are many people left behind, a mixed bag."

"Taniguchi-kun, your North District may seem calm on the surface, but there are undercurrents beneath. You need to be extra careful."

The finger continued to move, dividing the area into sections such as the Ming Palace in the east of the city, Zhongshan Gate, and the northern part of Qingliang Mountain in the west of the city, clearly defining the boundaries and the areas each team was responsible for.

He not only considered geographical factors, but also combined them with information such as the location of supply warehouses and the ruins of wealthy residential areas that he had previously scouted, striving to make the distribution appear fair on the surface, but in reality, it would suit each person's strengths and "needs".

This division scheme not only reflects his professional competence, but also implies his consideration of maximizing the interests of himself and his allies within the power structure.

While Yitiao and the others were strategizing on the map, the atmosphere inside the black sedan heading out of the city was quite somber.

Shunsuke Nakamura leaned back in the comfortable back seat, closing his eyes to rest, but the fingers tapping lightly on his knees betrayed his inner thoughts.

Kenjiro Nakagawa kept staring out the window. On both sides of the road were endless Japanese military camps and troops moving hurriedly, but there were even more endless ruins and desolate scenes of no one cleaning up the mess.

“Nakamura-kun,” Nakagawa Ken suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, “what do you think the expressions of Tani Hisao and the other division commanders are right now?” His tone was filled with undisguised sarcasm and glee.

Nakamura didn't open his eyes, and said calmly, "What kind of expression can I have? How can a defeated general speak of bravery?"

"It's already a great favor from Lord Takasaki and the Kyoto General Headquarters that they haven't been sent to a military court." He paused, his tone turning cold: "The Central China Expeditionary Army was previously arrogant and domineering, looking down on our military police, regarding the Kanto and North China systems as outsiders, and even daring to place us under house arrest."

Now that they have suffered heavy losses, lost cities and territories, they must swallow this bitter pill themselves.

We are going there on behalf of His Excellency the Commander, and also on behalf of the victorious side.

"Maintain the proper posture, but we can save the words for Matsui and Okamura Yasuji to say on our behalf."

Ken Nakagawa snorted coldly: "Especially that Iinuma Mamoru! I still remember the look on his face when he put us under house arrest last time!"

"This time, I'm going to teach him a lesson!" He rubbed his hands together, seemingly eager to see the other man suffer.

Nakamura slightly opened his eyes and glanced at Nakagawa: "Nakagawa-kun, please calm down."

When you give a warning, make sure it hits the mark.

Our goal is to make them all fully understand that from now on, the control over "security" and "order" in Nanjing and even the Central China region belongs to our military police system.

Those arrogant and fierce soldiers, and those remnants of their defeated army, had better obediently accept their orders, otherwise... ..." Nakamura Shunsuke didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

This "visit" is on behalf of Commander Takasaki; no one dares to disobey my stance!

The car sped along the bumpy road, with the devastated winter scenery of Jiangnan visible outside the window, while inside, a new round of infighting was brewing within the Japanese army.

Just as Nakamura and Nakagawa were putting pressure on the authorities, the division of labor between Yusuke Ichijo, Taniguchi, and Mitsuda within the Nanjing Military Police Headquarters was nearing completion.

On the map, red and blue pencil lines divide Nanjing into several sections of varying sizes.

Looking at his own large area in the south of the city, Guangtian rubbed his hands excitedly: "Great! Zhonghua Gate, Yuhuatai, this is a place we fought hard to win. I heard that many officers of the Central Army and wealthy people lived in that area back then. There must be a lot of 'good stuff' that they didn't have time to take with them!"

As usual, the "spoils" found are handed over proportionally, and the rest... hehe." He spoke candidly about the potential "profits."

Although Mitsuda Shoma, as a member of the Japanese aristocracy, had the support of his family and was not short of money, he was inevitably influenced by the money-grubbing environment of the Military Police Headquarters and "went along with the corrupt practices."

Taniguchi was more concerned about the process: "Ichijo-kun, regarding the standard procedures for personnel registration, material collection, and interrogation of suspicious individuals, should we use the same procedures we have in Tianjin and Harbin?"

I think some adjustments are needed; the situation here is more complicated.

Yusuke Ichijo was the only one of the three with experience in governing a region, having previously served as the captain of the Harbin Military Police. Even the general highly recognized his abilities.

Therefore, both Mayu Taniguchi and Shoma Mitsuda chose to follow Yusuke Ichijo's advice.

One nodded: "The basic process remains the same, but the scope can be... adjusted flexibly according to the actual situation."

The key is efficiency and control.

Especially those defeated soldiers from the former Central China Expeditionary Army, they must be strictly screened. Those who are obedient can be used as laborers, while the troublemakers... " He made a throat-slitting gesture, his eyes cold.

They weren't talking about military operations, but rather a set of systematic rules for plunder, repression, and a reign of terror.

Outside the window, the setting sun began to sink, staining the ruins of Nanjing with a mournful crimson hue.

Shunsuke Nakamura's words still echoed coldly in the frigid air as the massive war machine roared into action.

The command, like an invisible current, instantly activated every earthen-yellow figure standing solemnly amidst the ruins.

Beneath the steel helmets were young yet indifferent faces; the military police armbands, like a cursed talisman, were wrapped around their arms; and the Type 38 rifles with bayonets fixed reflected a ghastly white light in the thin winter sun.

This army, forged through discipline and violence, surged forth in small squads along the ruined streets in all directions of Nanjing, like a yellow, viscous tide.

The truck's engine roared, crushing through the rubble, and the heavy, rhythmic thud of leather boots on the ground struck the heart of this dead city.

. . . . . . . . . . .

In the north of the city, near the Xiaguan Wharf, lies a dense cluster of shantytown ruins.

A cold wind howled from the Yangtze River, whistling through the tattered wooden planks and mats.

A military police detachment of about fifteen men, led by Sergeant Kobayashi, advanced cautiously in a skirmish line.

Their bayonets were always pointed at suspicious shadows and corners.