Spy Wars: I signed in at the Military Police at the beginning

The rest of the journey was very smooth, and there were no other emergencies along the way. Although Zhou Ke was not in a hurry on the road, he still sent the person to the designated location on the fourth day.

"Yamada-kun, let's say goodbye now. We have other work to do, so we won't stay here at the military station any longer!"

Unlike the time he came here, Songping Jiayuan told him to stay for at least half a month before leaving this time, so Zhou Ke planned to slowly return to Shanghai under the pretext of enforcing military discipline.

As for why we didn’t go to the front line to take a look, it was because I learned about the front line and the surrounding areas of the military station from the person in charge of the military station yesterday.

Zhou Ke found that if he moved another thirty or forty miles towards the front line, he might be attacked at any time.

In this case, instead of causing trouble for friendly forces on the front line, it would be better to follow the idea on the way here and go to the rear where the safety factor is higher to fight against the local armed forces.

Zhou Ke's unit itself is a military police regiment. With the current number of people in the team and the powerful firepower configuration, he can definitely move around freely as long as it is not a key garrison area in the rear.

So Zhou Ke sent a telegram and naturally asked his uncle for a task to rectify military discipline in the rear. In this way, no matter what he did later, he had a firm foothold in legal terms.

"Sir, you are always welcome to visit our military station."

Lieutenant Yamada saluted Zhou Ke. Although Zhou Ke was too conservative in some things, he was able to benefit from Zhou Ke this time.

"Captain Matsuda! I wonder if I can come with you?" Asai Mitsuru ran to Zhou Ke who was about to leave with a few of his men.

"Asai-kun, aren't you going to the frontline?" Zhou Ke asked in surprise. Wasn't this guy here to get credit? Why did he get involved with him?

"Sir, I have received a new order. I have to go to Jiang City in the rear to preside over the defense work there. It happens to be on my way with you." Asai Mitsuru explained while handing Zhou Ke a telegram.

Originally, he and Zhou Ke thought that except for the real front line, the area around the military station was relatively safe. But who would have thought that even the area around the military station was not safe at this time.

So he did something similar to Zhou Ke. He used his elders to find connections and transferred to a city slightly farther away from the military station.

Let those warlike nobles lead those common people to fight this battle. Young masters like him should enjoy the good life in the rear like Zhou Ke.

"So Asai-kun is going to Jiang City. It's a great place. I heard there are a lot of snacks there. If you're done packing, come with me!"

Zhou Ke also understood Asai Mitsuru's idea, and agreed without saying anything more. After all, it was just a visit, so he could just treat it as making a friend.

"Commander, we can set off at any time." Asai Mitsuru said, pointing to the marching backpacks carried by his men.

"Everyone move out!" Under the envious gaze of Lieutenant Yamada, Zhou Ke and others gradually moved away from the military station and headed in the direction they came from.

.........

Jiangcheng, a city by the river, was not too far from the military station, so Zhou Ke decided to make it his first stop.

In the evening of the next day, the Matsuda Military Police Regiment, which seemed disorganized and was indeed disorganized, arrived at a small village less than 40 miles away from Jiangcheng.

"Captain Matsuda, are we going to stay in the village tonight or continue our journey into the city?" asked a somewhat tired Asai Mitsuru.

Although Zhou Ke's team was not moving fast and he was mostly sitting in the car, Asai Mitsuru, who was used to being free and easy at the back, still felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"Mr. Asai, the scenery here is very beautiful. Let's set up camp here and rest for a night before going into the city." Zhou Ke said as he looked at the sun that was about to disappear completely.

Rushing into the city at night? You really can't rush into the city at night!

"Sir, do you want to stay in the village for a while?"

Asai Mitsuru has been sleeping in the same car with Yokoyama Isamu recently. He has developed tinnitus from hearing his snoring, and he is in urgent need of a separate bedroom.

"Forget it. Our troops are here. We can't all live in the village."

After rejecting Asai Mitsuru's proposal, Zhou Ke continued to speak confidently: "Asai-kun, remember, we represent the empire, and these people are now also citizens of the empire. We must treat them equally, so that the rule of the empire can be more stable!"

"Hey, I'm learning from you!"

Asai Mitsuru felt that the consciousness of a child from a big family like Zhou Ke was extraordinary. He was worthy of being the leader of the gendarmerie and one of the future heirs of the empire.

In the middle of the night, Asai Mitsuru, who had changed his car to sleep, was still woken up by Yokoyama Isamu's snoring. He got up and jumped out of the car helplessly, intending to smoke a cigarette and relax.

"Hey, why is there a fire in the village over there?"

Asai Mitsuru looked at the distance and saw something seemed to be on fire in the center of the village. The orange-red light was very conspicuous in the dark night.

On the other side of the village, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers and dozens of puppet troops gathered the villagers in the open space in front of the village chief's house.

"My fellow villagers, I am very sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night. But the generals have been patrolling the surrounding area and are now hungry and come to our village to find some food. I hope that all the villagers will bring food and drink to welcome the king's division!"

A traitor translator wearing black-framed glasses, who knew more about cherry blossom culture than Chinese culture, shouted while holding something similar to a loudspeaker.

"Please be kind, sir. Our village only has enough food for growing crops this year. We really don't have any extra food to give to the ladies!" The village chief, whose firewood pile in the yard had been burned, said with tears in his eyes.

Although their village is not now only dependent on growing crops as he said, there is indeed not much edible food left.

If they give away some of the food today, people in their village will starve to death!

"Hey, old man, who said we want your crops? You ladies are not unreasonable people!" The translator with glasses showed a filthy smile on his face that looked like he deserved a beating.

"Then I wonder what the ladies want? Apart from the cows for plowing the fields, we don't even have a single chicken, duck or goose for laying eggs!" the village chief asked in some confusion.

Cows were still an important labor force at that time, otherwise people would not be able to finish ploughing the land in their village even if they worked themselves to death. Even the puppet government that managed this place and the Japanese who passed by and raided it before did not take away all the cows.

"You have three cows, right? We'll leave two for you and we'll take one away to eat. Although we won't give you money, we're not greedy!" The translator with glasses continued with a smile.

He hadn't eaten beef for a long time. Today, no matter what, with the instructions of the ladies, he must get a cow to eat!

"We absolutely cannot do that! If we lose one cow, not only will we not be able to finish plowing the land, but we will also be exhausted to death!"

"Yes, the village chief is right. If we lose the cows, we will have to pay with human lives!!"

Suddenly, the gathered villagers were in an uproar when they heard the translator with glasses say that a cow was going to be taken away.

"Your cow is a sick one. Here is the document for slaughtering the working ox. Come here and sign and put your fingerprints on it!" The bespectacled translator came to the village chief holding a piece of paper.

"Uncle, if we do this and the government finds out, we'll be in big trouble!" the village chief said tremblingly. There are no sick cows. Although the three cows are thin, they are not sick.

"They dare! If you keep hesitating, I will let the group of queens outside the village come into the village and kill you all!" Seeing that the villagers were very dissatisfied, the translator with glasses threatened viciously.