Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 201 Fear and Helplessness

"Yoshi, let me listen." After hearing what Jiang Dafu said, Onuma Makoto hurried over and put his ear against the door to listen carefully to the movement behind the iron gate.

After a long time, Makoto Onuma could only vaguely hear someone cursing in Japanese, and he could not hear anything else.

"Jiang Dafu, don't you have someone who's good at using explosives?

Hurry up and bring the explosives over to blow open this door. Put more explosives, this iron door looks very thick."

As Oonuma Makoto said this, he asked his military police to throw all the explosives to Jiang Dafu's men, and he retreated to the corner of the passage with his men.

Jiang Dafu couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw Onuma Makoto and his military police hiding behind.

I secretly complained in my heart, why is it always my own people who are responsible for taking the lead when something dangerous happens?

Despite his thoughts, Jiang Dafu quickly ordered, "Old Third, come over and see if you can blow the door open."

"Okay, brother, let me take a look." A subordinate wearing a melon-shaped hat came over quickly.

After a careful inspection, he said, "Brother, this door is a bit strong. We need to put more explosives in it."

"Third brother, we are underground. If you put too much explosives and the passage collapses, we will all be buried alive," Jiang Dafu said worriedly.

"It's okay, brother. I've already checked it out. This passage is built with cement and steel bars. It's very solid. There's no need to worry about it collapsing.

You all hide behind, leave this to me."

As he spoke, the third brother started to take out explosives from his bag.

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On the ground, the fierce battle has entered a white-hot stage!

At the gap in the wall, the gendarmerie commandos were suffering an unprecedentedly fierce attack. They were forced to retreat step by step until they evacuated outside the wall.

However, even with heavy casualties, they still put up a stubborn resistance, occasionally sticking their heads out and firing a few quick shots in an attempt to fight back against the Togo troops.

At the same time, the Togo troops, which had been suppressed and unable to move, finally had a brief respite.

They seized this rare opportunity and without hesitation concentrated all their firepower on the gendarmes who forced their way in through the entrance.

Unfortunately, the military police had already seized an excellent geographical position, and had firmly controlled the battlefield situation with all kinds of powerful heavy weapons and equipment, as well as artillery shells falling from the sky and small grenades thrown by grenade launchers.

The Togo troops were like wild beasts trapped in a cage. No matter how they struggled, they could not escape from this land of death.

The dense bullets fired from the machine guns were like ruthless harvesters, cruelly and efficiently depriving soldiers of their precious lives one after another.

At first, some officers in the Togo troops had planned to be the first to successfully break out from the exit of the wall, hoping to temporarily avoid the fierce heavy firepower attack of the gendarmerie.

However, what was unexpected was that with the help of the rubble and bricks scattered on the ground after the collapse of the wall, the gendarmerie commandos quickly built a fire defense line outside the gap.

The tight firepower network formed by multiple machine guns intertwined with each other made it a luxury for any Togo soldier who attempted to approach to even raise his head, let alone break through.

Staying where they were would be tantamount to waiting for death, and the remaining officers of the Togo unit knew this very well.

It would certainly be difficult to hold on to the outer defense line. The only way to have a glimmer of hope was to evacuate quickly. Only by retreating into a building could there perhaps be a glimmer of hope.

However, it was too late to realize it now.

When the officers ordered the soldiers to get up and retreat, their bodies, completely exposed without any cover, became sitting ducks for the gendarmes.

In the end, only two or three hundred soldiers were left who successfully withdrew to the headquarters building.

What's worse, the officers in charge of commanding the Togo troops who were besieged on two directions had all died, so there was no one who could lead the soldiers to retreat.

In desperation, the soldiers had to lie on the ground, firing wildly in despair in an attempt to repel the gendarmes on the opposite side.

This fierce peripheral battle lasted less than an hour and a half, but the Togo troops had already suffered heavy casualties.

It can be seen that for a unit, if it lacks a qualified commander, the consequences will be disastrous.

If you could have noticed something was wrong from the beginning.

And retreat to the extremely sturdy building of the headquarters in time. Even if the gendarmes want to attack by force, they will have to use powerful artillery to destroy all the buildings.

Otherwise, if we launch an offensive relying solely on conventional means, we will inevitably encounter unprecedented difficulties and obstacles.

However, at this point, only two or three hundred people have successfully evacuated, and many of them are seriously injured.

Such a remnant of defeated troops could no longer pose any threat to the gendarmerie, and the outcome was already determined.

It was not until an officer who retreated back into the building found Shiro Ishii, who was still hiding in the underground laboratory, that Shiro Ishii realized that the major in charge of defense had disappeared, and he also realized how bad the situation outside was.

He was so angry that he started cursing in the basement laboratory.

The underground laboratory of the Togo Unit is very large. The area underneath the headquarters building has been basically hollowed out and divided into several research areas and laboratories.

There are more than 200 researchers and assistants inside.

These people also knew about the gendarmerie's attack, and the explosions of shells overhead made them even more panic-stricken.

Just as several researchers were cursing the gendarmerie for their shameless sneak attack, a loud noise suddenly came from the isolation room in the corner leading to the stinky water culture tank.

The entire underground laboratory shook a few times! Several researchers were so scared that they fell to the ground.

Then I could faintly hear the sound of people talking.

"Captain! There's another door. What should we do? Should we continue to blow it up?"

"Nonsense, keep going, there's already some noise, blow it up! Quickly!"

Several researchers looked at each other, and it took them a while to realize that the enemy was attacking!

"Run quickly!"

Someone shouted, and several people in the laboratory quickly got up and tried to run towards the exit.

Unfortunately, they delayed a little too long, and the people in the isolation room had already quickly placed the explosives.

They had just gotten up and hadn't run a few steps.

Another huge explosion was heard. This time, the iron door connecting the isolation room to the laboratory was blown away directly, and hit a person, carrying him to the solid concrete wall opposite.

Just like swatting a fly, the man's blood, internal organs, etc. were all squeezed out from the edge of the iron gate, radiating across a large area of the wall.

The iron door stuck tightly to the concrete wall for a few seconds, then slowly fell down.

Several researchers in the lab saw this in shock.

The researcher who liked to perform autopsies on living people had turned into a puddle of mud stuck to the wall, with radiating bloodstains and filth on the wall.

It suddenly formed into the shape of a Japanese military flag, the Rising Sun Flag. . . . .

In an instant, screams of fear rang out in the laboratory, just like the screams of the Chinese people who had died tragically at their hands before.

I was so exhausted, so scared and helpless...