All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

"Fleeing in such embarrassment is really a disgrace to the soldiers of the empire, a disgrace!"

Standing on the submarine leaving the port, Tanaka Shinichi sighed sadly as he watched the troops scrambling to board the ship.

His No. 18 division is a super division, and its combat effectiveness is counted among the millions of troops in the empire.

The soldiers are not to say that they are ordered and prohibited, but they are also quite orderly.

But look at what it looks like now, in order to board the evacuated ship, they are scrambling to be the first to give way to each other, and things like pushing and framing are happening all the time.

Is this still the Division of Steel in his impression?
A bereaved dog, a lost dog.

"General, the submarine is about to dive, let's go back." Chief of Staff Koichi Fujita persuaded.

Tanaka Shinichi sighed again: "I'm not reconciled. Tell me, why did we lose like this? Is there such a big gap between our [-]th Division and the enemy?"

Chief of Staff Fujita was silent, it was all visible facts, and the consolation was just self-deception.

Fighters roared in the distance, and the sound pierced the sky, making one's heart palpitate.

Tanaka Shinichi raised his head, looking through the slightly dim night sky, he seemed to be able to see the rampant and happy face of the enemy pilot.

Once upon a time, it was the planes of their Great Japanese Empire that dominated the sky.

Every time the pilots returned, their faces were filled with similar smiles, telling how many enemy planes they shot down and how many enemy infantrymen they shot down.

Unknowingly, the sky has been dominated by enemy planes.

For every attack in the past few days, the planes will drop a large number of bombs, as if to blow a hole out of the ground.

The front-line soldiers who suffered from the bombing were miserable, and the sirens when the planes approached had become people's nightmare.

The kind of super bomb dropped by the plane buried more than 3000 people in one bomb, and the headquarters of the 33rd Division was not spared.

Tanaka Shinichi was shocked for a long time when he heard about it, and he still feels dreamy to this day.

Even hiding in an air-raid shelter can't guarantee safety, so where can we hide safely?
As a result, only Yangon could be evacuated.

Because his [-]th division is a super division, it is more valuable for preservation, so it can retreat first.

The 33rd Division and a part of the 56th Division, which were blocked from the rear, have become abandoned children.

The soldiers in charge of the rear didn't even know about themselves. Compared with them, Tanaka Shinichi and his Eighteenth Division were lucky.

"General, the enemy plane seems to have noticed the situation at the dock."

The chief of staff saw the plane passing over the pier and turned back, reminding him in surprise.

Tanaka Shinichi, who came back to his senses, looked over in a hurry.

I saw scorching flames coming out of the nose of the fighter plane, and a series of shells hit the retreating soldiers on the pier, tearing the bodies of those hit.

The crowd immediately became extremely chaotic after being attacked, and order disappeared.

The two fighter planes seemed to have found the fun, circling over and over again to harass the air, completely refusing to empty the shells and refusing to give up.

"Bastard, bloody bastard!"

The veins in Tanaka Shinichi's fisted hands were exposed, and his teeth were about to be crushed.

The two fighter jets harassed them like this, and they couldn't kill many people in their [-]th Division.But I can only watch the enemy attack, and the humiliation of being passively beaten is not good.

A suffocated anger burned in his heart, he really wanted to go back and command the troops to fight the enemy.

Chief of Staff Fujita next to him urged him anxiously: "General, General, let's go back quickly.

Now that the planes have spotted our retreat, their ground forces will know right away.

The piers are all within range of the enemy artillery, and it will be too late if we don't go down. "

Tanaka Shinichi couldn't help trembling, and supported the fence with both hands. He thought that with the communication technology coordinated by the enemy's open space, Fujita's guess would definitely happen.

The pier is not far from the enemy's first-line positions, and the most basic rocket launchers can get it.

"Quick, tell the news to the pier, and immediately evacuate the troops to avoid shelling." Tanaka Shinichi looked back at Fujita: "immediately, immediately!"

Chief of Staff Fujita had no choice but to go down to the submarine and let the submarine soldiers contact the dock.

They made decisions and responded quickly, but the enemy's shelling came even faster.

Only less than 3 minutes passed.

In the distant sky, countless roaring rockets appeared, and with the sound of hell, they sent the Japanese soldiers who were still on the pier to hell.

The pier, which has been ravaged many times and turned into ruins, ushered in a terrorist attack again.

The rockets exploded on the pier, and the yellow dirt and rubble turned up like pillars.

The violent shock wave blew the person into the sky like a leaf, and flew for a while and hit the ground like a rag bag.

Some rockets landed in the water, blowing up a high column of water, and the waves hit the boat kept shaking, throwing the soldiers who were not grasping firmly into the sea.

After a while, the "long" shelling passed.

There are bomb craters and corpses everywhere on the pier, hundreds of floating corpses and pieces of wood floating on the sea, a scene of hell after the war.

Tanaka Shinichi was holding on to the iron fence of the submarine, his mouth was wide open, his clothes on the lower body were wet by the waves, and the water trickled down his legs.

He had been fortunate enough to see such a large-scale bombardment many times during the battles in the past few days.

After the bombardment, the specific casualties depended on how well the artillery fortifications were done.

For example, there are almost no decent fortifications on the pier, and the casualties are less than half, and there may be more.

The elite soldiers under his command did not die on the battlefield, but died on the way of retreat, and they died worthless.

Tanaka Shinichi's heart was about to be broken, and he slapped the iron railing in hatred.

Why didn't I think of it? !
If I knew it earlier, I retreated in the middle of the night, and nothing would happen if I was not discovered by the enemy's plane.

"Bastard navy, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"

Tanaka Shinichi cursed and blamed the heavy losses of the troops on the naval response troops who urged them to withdraw quickly.

The submarine captain was called by Chief of Staff Fujita. He just came behind Shinichi Tanaka and was about to persuade him to go down.

Hearing such a curse, he couldn't bear it anymore, regardless of his status and rank, he questioned:
"Our navy took the risk of being attacked by artillery and sinking the ship to respond, but we have become sinners. Don't our navy have any losses? Who is the more bastard!"

Tanaka Shinichi was asked.

To be reasonable, it was their army who begged the navy for help, and Chen Li had no chance of success when he landed, and the only way was by sea.

Those naval ships that were bombed, as well as the dead and wounded sailors, were all implicated by them.

It's just that because of the dispute between land and sea, it is impossible for Tanaka Shinichi to admit this mistake.

He had no choice but to keep silent.

The submarine captain of the Navy is only the rank of Major, which is a big difference from Lieutenant General Tanaka Shinichi.

His questioning just now was just a moment of anger, and after he calmed down, he didn't dare to really ask Tanaka Shinichi for an explanation.

"Your Excellency, under the massive enemy shelling, this place is no longer safe. The ship is about to dive, please come down with me."

"Yeah." Tanaka Shinichi nodded slightly knowing he was wrong.

Tanaka Shinichi was the first to go down with the ladder, just halfway down, happened to see the rockets flying like stars in the distant sky.

Loud screams filled the ears, and explosions on the docks flickered with fiery fireworks.

Another round of salvo attacks came.

The sea waves caused by the violent explosion in the sea rushed in and smashed onto Tanaka Shinichi's body. This time, his whole body was completely wet.

"It's over, it's over..."

He was so distraught that he didn't know how he got down into the submarine.

Chief of Staff Fujita, who had been waiting for him, said in surprise: "The bombardment is coming again, and the second round is too fast."

"General, your body is shaking!"

Tanaka Shinichi suddenly came back to his senses. He said that the sea water was too cold and it was watered.

But worries about the loss of the retreating troops on the pier occupied most of his mind.

How many of these troops are leaving?
Once the enemy stares at the pier, can the troops that have not been withdrawn from the city still be able to withdraw?

Tanaka is very worried about the future of his division, and when he thinks of the strength of the enemy, he is extremely worried about the future of the country.

Even he himself didn't realize that he had already developed a feeling of fear and fear for the enemy of the Sichuan Army, and he completely thought that he was not his opponent.

The submarine dived far out of port.

But he was still worried about the troops.

Tanaka Shinichi came to the periscope room and looked through the periscope for a while, and the situation got worse.

The number of incoming rockets was several times denser than before, and the flames of the explosion completely illuminated the night.

The shelling lasted for three to four minutes, and the enemy was completely about to smash the pier into the sea with rockets.

Everything was blown up except for some of the ships that evacuated the docks in time.

Tanaka Shinichi's body felt cold, and his heart felt even colder, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Quick, get a doctor!"

Chief of Staff Fujita shouted anxiously.

Ren Mutaguchi also put down his binoculars and couldn't help sighing: "The Eighteenth Division is over. Of the [-] people in this group, if only one out of ten can survive."

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, he walked out of the air-raid shelter and watched the Eighteenth Division retreat from afar.

This withdrawal means that Yangon is completely abandoned.

This defeat of his [-]th Army has no chance of recovery.

Indeed, with the powerful combat power displayed by the enemy and the terrifying ability to project firepower, they will undoubtedly lose.

Even if the higher-ups plan to bring in two or three divisions for reinforcements, they may not be able to fight.

This defeat is natural.

Ren Mutaguchi has also given up hope for his career, and it is certain to return to China and transfer to the reserve service.

But he didn't expect that the higher-ups didn't want him to withdraw, implying that he would stick to the last moment in exchange for a face.

He knew it must be that bastard Shouichi Terauchi's idea.

Just seized more than 60 square kilometers of land and lost it in just two months.

The Fifteenth Army has a total of four divisions, with a strength of more than 50,000 troops. Three of them have been disabled, and more than [-] people have been lost.

Someone must be responsible and take responsibility for the defeat.

Ren Mutaguchi was also prepared for this, but he didn't expect that Shuichi in the temple cherished the feathers and didn't want to be involved at all.

I just want him to die, to calm everything down completely.

After all, the dead are the most important, and no one will pursue the responsibility of the dead.

Even the dead can't speak, no matter how many scapegoats can be blamed on the dead, they can get rid of themselves.

It's different from Mutaguchi's heart that feels ashamed and takes everything lightly.

Chief of Staff Kikuta Jiro learned that the retreating troops at the pier had suffered heavy losses from shelling, so he leaned back on his chair dejectedly.

At this moment, his heart is in a mess.

Husbands and wives are birds of the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately.

He, the chief of staff of the army, and the commander of the army just work together, and each goes his own way when encountering problems.

Kikuta Jiro's situation is much better. After all, he is in the role of giving advice and assisting in implementation, and he has reservations about many of the commander's decisions.

Before the telecommunication signal was interrupted by interference, it would send a small report every time.

So after Terauchi Shou must have taken the blame, Kikuta Jiro was already preparing to leave by boat with the second batch.

He got a hint from His Excellency the General that he would not hold him accountable too much, just move on to another place.

Compared with the current complete defeat of the [-]th Army, it can be regarded as extra preferential treatment.

But the Eighteenth Division's encounter has added another variable.

Kikuta Jiro was not worried that he would not be able to withdraw. He would take some of the senior officials' confidantes and he would take the corresponding submarine to leave.

The target is small and relatively safe.

The key point is that the first batch of the [-]th Division retreated out of ten of the bombed ones. Can the second and third batches be able to withdraw?
The enemy will definitely stare at the pier, and the retreating people will be on the unobstructed pier, which will attract large-scale shelling in minutes.

They don't have to go back by themselves, they will send them back to their hometown.

That is to say, the retreat route of the [-]th Division was blocked, and even if Shinichi Tanaka went back, he would be a polished commander at best.

That division head is still a fart!
Ju Tian knew that he would not be able to please him if he did not bring back the [-]th Division that His Excellency the General valued the most.

If you are angered by the enraged general, your safety and security will be worse.

Kikuta Jiro was so worried that he didn't even notice Mutaguchi Ren came in.

"Chief of Staff, will the [-]th Division withdraw as planned tomorrow?"

Mutaguchi Ren also asked indifferently, as if the disaster on the pier had nothing to do with him.

"Ah?" Kikuta Jiro regained his senses and saw the speaker clearly, and said while thinking: "Of course we can't withdraw as planned, that would be a meaningless death.

But we still have to find a way. It is the order of the general in the temple to let the Eighteenth Division retreat. "

Mutaguchi Ren was also very upset when he heard that he used the orders of Juichi in the temple to suppress people again, he hummed twice: "Observe the order, and you will know how to obey the order.

As soon as the news came and went, one day passed. What should I do if I follow the order to fight and delay the fighter plane?
That's what an incompetent fool would do. "

This is almost obviously satirizing Kikuta Jiro, saying that he is an incompetent person who asks for instructions on everything.

Of course Kikuta Jiro was annoyed, but he was too lazy to argue with Ren Mutaguchi, what good would it do if he won the argument?

Besides, what's the point of arguing with a dead man?

Just let him go on a whim.

Kikuta Jiro ignored it, and arranged for someone to write a telegram, preparing to let the communication submarine set off, and report the matter to His Excellency the General for an idea.

In addition, the staff office was convened to brainstorm ideas for the small 20,000 people who were about to withdraw.

What is it if you don't bring back soldiers, but just bring back officers?
The light commander!