afterglow

Chapter 260 Can't understand;

At 12:33 noon, the bright sun hung high in the sky.

However, under the warm sunshine, the officers and soldiers of the first marine regiment on the front line saw a scene that made them feel cold all over their bodies—hundreds of enemy troops poured out from behind the ruins of the factory buildings that had been destroyed by artillery fire!
The conspicuous military flag was at the head, the officers held high their samurai swords, and the soldiers held their bayonet-mounted rifles, shouting "Long live" or "Long live the Yamato clan" and launched an intensive charge in the direction of the Ming army.

The distance between people is less than two steps away, and it can only be said to be "sparse" if you look closely, but it is definitely a dense formation tactically.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Da da da da-"

"Fire the cannon!

In an instant, the Ming army's rifles, light machine guns, and heavy machine guns intertwined fire nets in this area enveloped this large and turbulent crowd.

Zhou Changfeng had just opened the heated can of braised pork, and the pieces of braised pork wrapped in soup were half thin and half fat, and the fragrant smell rushed to his face, but before he had time to take a bite, he heard the movement from the front line .

He put the can on the ground, leaned against the shelter and looked over there, just as his own 80mm mortar shell fell.

The explosion that burst out among the crowd made the already chaotic battlefield even more chaotic. The fragments or shock waves of each shell can knock down at least seven or eight people.

Outrageous, why is Long Live Charge appearing on this plane!
"Keep firing! What are the chariots doing?!" Zhou Changfeng asked sharply with his head sideways.

A dozen or so tanks of the tank convoy are now parked in the second-line positions, but the scene they are witnessing at this moment has already shocked the tank soldiers. This kind of behavior, which is equivalent to death, is really incomprehensible.

"Fire smoke ammunition, all of the first and second squadrons will attack, and the rest will follow up later!"

Nakamura Fujiwara Yoshiharu gave the order loudly, and immediately a mortar shell landed ten steps away from him.

With a bang of "dong", his 1.6-meter-eight figure was already outstanding among the Japanese, but at this moment he was ruthlessly overturned by the shock wave.

The resistance army launched a desperate counterattack and projected smoke grenades and rifle grenades at the Ming army's front. The rising thick smoke blocked the sight of many people.

Hundreds of resistance troops did not rush far, and the shells fired by the 80mm mortars and 112mm mortars of the first marine regiment fell like hail!
"Boom boom-"

In the blink of an eye, this large crowd was enveloped by the ash smoke and dust generated by the explosion. There were screams one after another, and at the same time, there were countless broken limbs and clothing fragments flying in all directions.

Yoshiharu Fujiwara, who was covered in blood, knew that he was seriously injured, his ears were buzzing, and his eyes were full of stars, but he couldn't feel the slightest pain, as if he had been cut off.

Seeing that the artillery fire of the Ming army completely submerged hundreds of subordinates, he felt as if his heart had been stabbed hard by a needle, and then it was like being tightly clenched by an invisible hand.

At this time, the pain from the upper and lower parts of the body also suddenly appeared, and the severe pain caused by multiple fragment wounds made him go into shock in a short time.

After being covered by dozens of mortar shells, the fiery net of amphibious tanks, light machine guns, and heavy machine guns strangled the remaining resistance forces one by one.

After two consecutive bursts and bursts of ammunition chains, the barrel of the trial-produced Type [-] heavy machine gun has become red-hot, and the shooter can feel that the dispersion and landing point of the fired bullets have clearly deviated.

"Change the barrel!"

The ammunitionist took out a spare barrel from the carrying case with a rolled steel long barrel, and then cooperated with the assistant shooter one right and one left to quickly replace the barrel.

Open the case cover and hang a new 250-round metal ammunition chain. The muzzle of this heavy machine gun once again spewed out orange flames. The effect of the trumpet-shaped muzzle flash suppressor was not satisfactory.

The rhythm of the battle is difficult to draw conclusions, fast and slow.

When it's fast, the winner may be decided in a few minutes; when it's slow, you and I will shoot a few shots, and there will be back and forth, you lying in the crater waiting for artillery support, and I leaning on the foxhole Waiting for air support, dawdling from sunrise to sunset.

Now in this factory area that has almost been turned into ruins, the bloody firefight that can be called a one-sided massacre lasted for about half an hour before and after.

In fact, most of the resistance troops who launched a desperate counterattack were killed or injured in the first 5 minutes, and in the next [-] minutes, there were scattered survivors who resisted stubbornly. They relied on corpses, bomb craters, and concrete fragments. Attack the Ming army with all available weapons.

Because they were not in a hurry, the officers and soldiers of the first marine regiment naturally did not take the risk to take the initiative to eliminate them, so they just shot at them from a distance, using heavy machine guns, rifle grenades, and anti-tank guns to deal with these stubborn stragglers one by one.

At 13:03 in the afternoon, the resistance of the Fujiwara detachment finally came to an end.

More than 500 of the thousand remnants of the defeated generals participated in this unnecessary counterattack, and about 400 of the rest chose to give up. Some of them gave up their weapons and went back to their homes, and some waited for surrender.

The most stubborn hundred or so people evacuated under the leadership of several officers, and "turned in" to the high mountains in the northwest direction.

A seaplane that took off from the battleship Yongping flew across the battlefield at a low altitude of tens of meters, and the pilot could clearly feel the brutal and fierce battle that took place below.

The gunpowder smoke has not completely dissipated, and the dots of fire are still there. Wisps of black smoke go straight into the sky, large and small bullet craters are scattered all over the place, and corpses in various shapes and sizes are strewn about on the ground.

The refreshing spring breeze was blowing, but it was particularly strange because of the smell of burnt, bloody, and rancid corpses. If someone who had never been in battle smelled it, he might be sick on the spot.

The red round military flag with a white background and four characters written on the left and right has been torn to pieces by artillery fire and fragments, but it is still the flag of an army, and capturing it is still an honor worth remembering.

In the evening of the same day, the resistance force in the area responsible for the First Marine Regiment had been wiped out, and the battle came to an end.

In terms of tactics, the gap between the enemy and the enemy is reflected in the huge exchange ratio. Frontal combat is not an asymmetric combat form. The level of training, the number of heavy weapons, and the presence or absence of air support can all greatly affect the battle situation.

According to the statistics of the regiment headquarters staff and the field hospital, since landing in Tokyo to the present, the First Marine Regiment has killed 211 people, 17 missing, 232 seriously injured, and 865 slightly injured. In addition, there are more than [-] non-combat attrition.

As for the rival Fujiwara detachment, due to continuous joint killings by land, sea and air firepower, only a few hundred remained of the 6000-strong force in the end.

"...In fact, most of the enemies in front of us were killed and injured by the fleet's artillery fire. I'm afraid the number wiped out by our troops will be halved. If we only look at four thousand, the ratio of pure casualties is ten to one, and the ratio of casualties It's three to one."

Because Zhou Changfeng was not at the headquarters, Yao Liangchuan answered Nie Quan's inquiry when the phone call came from the headquarters.

"Okay, this is quite brilliant. Don't move your troops for the time being, and wait until the fourth and seventh divisions on the left and right have finished their busy work."

"Yes."

The [-]th Division in the west and the [-]th Division in the east have actually dealt with the main force of the resistance forces on their fronts, but they are restrained by scattered stragglers, and a large number of booby traps and landmines are hard to defend against.

Because the battle was going well, the No.13 Division as a reserve team also landed in the evening of the day before yesterday, heading towards Yokohama and Yokosuka.

Later, a group of officers gathered in the second-line headquarters, chatting while having dinner.

Zhao Hanfeng stirred up the noodles in the bowl, and said, "It's reasonable, the last charge of these Japanese to die is meaningless, no matter how you look at it, it seems strange."

"Indeed," Zhu Lishuo nodded, and pondered: "It's either surrender or escape. It's a bit self-defeating to face death."

"This is probably a national characteristic." Zhou Changfeng replied casually.

Although everyone can understand the meaning and purpose of the other party's resistance, knowing that it is useless, but they cannot understand the last practice of giving up on themselves and breaking the can.

If you want to continue to fight, then it is wise to run away and escape into the mountains to fight guerrillas.

If you don't want to fight anymore, then just surrender or disband on the spot.

In the end, there was a needless suicide counterattack, sacrificing one's own life in vain. Such an unreasonable approach is really hard for the soldiers of the Ming army to understand.

"Maybe. After all, we can't figure it out. I'm afraid we have to change to the Japanese way of thinking to understand." Yao Liangchuan thought for a while, then pondered: "Although the temperament of the Chinese people always prefers a compromise, but matters related to their own interests, But rarely are they so unclear and self-defeating.”

"It's like this." Xie Wancheng said: "If it were me, if I wanted to fight the Ming army to the end, I would definitely run away when I saw something bad, and send away those who are not firm-willed, seriously injured and weak, and only leave A few hundred strong, and then retreat into the deep mountains and old forests, build a few lairs, cover themselves, and then come out from time to time to stir up trouble before slipping back."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong starting point." Zhou Changfeng knocked on the table, "What they think is to 'prove the way with death', so that we don't dare to despise it, so we have to fight to the death, and the ammunition is too short. There was not much left, so we couldn’t kill ourselves collectively, so we sent them directly to the muzzle of the gun.”

Xie Wancheng shook his head slightly with a puzzled face, and pondered: "It's still hard to figure it out. If they are hostile to Da Ming and feel that we are going to destroy them, then they should do everything possible to fight until the end, just like what I said , wisely slipped away, and then went into the mountain. But they chose a symbolic and resolute resistance."

Before Zhou Changfeng could speak, Yao Liangchuan put down his teacup and said with a smile: "Stupid, surrendering without resistance is a submissive slave, but if it's really like what you said, trying every means to die to the end, it's too extreme. They were worried that it would piss us off and backfire."

"If we don't want to be contemptuous, but also can't make us angry, we need to be treated with respect..." Zhu Lishuo said thoughtfully, "It's really difficult."

"Actually, it's all because of their self-indulgence. The imperial court had no intention of destroying the Wa Kingdom." Zhao Hanfeng shrugged and spread his hands. Tens of millions of poor ghosts? The court officials are not stupid."

As the sun dipped completely below the horizon, the western sky was left with only a blush and glow.

The progress of the Second Army was generally quite smooth, as was the Third Army, which encountered no serious resistance at all.

They set off from Ulsan County and landed in Fukushima, Miyagi, Iwate, Hokkaido and other places. The feudal lords of the local feudal towns were aware of the stakes, and they were very respectful. The force attacked the Ming army.

Departed from Haizhou on March [-]th, landed in the afternoon of the [-]th, closed the siege on three sides on the [-]th, basically eliminated the resistance forces around Tokyo on the [-]th, and the dust settled in a total of six days.

However, because this is a matter without any suspense in itself, the Ming government and the public will not see any scenes of lanterns and festoons and national celebrations, which is no different from the past.

The next day, morning.

After coordination among the navy, army, and air force, a city entry ceremony was organized. The Jiazi 4000 special service fleet mobilized [-] sailors and [-] marines, the army’s three divisions mobilized [-] people, and the air force organized several formations. .

Several transport planes departing from Yingtianfu in the capital brought in dozens of officers and men from the First Division of the Imperial Guard, as well as Jin Yiwei, as well as a full set of ancient armor.

This is purely for the purpose of creating a sense of ritual. The entrance ceremony was started by this group of horses. Zhajia's armor was specially polished to be as smooth as a mirror, shining brightly under the sunlight.

On the side of the city border and the only way for troops entering the city, there are four rows of guards vertically, two rows on the left and two on each side, and more than ten pennant flags are symmetrically placed, as well as some dovetail-shaped belts of 28 stars.

At the back hang several flags with black letters on a white background, trimmed with red teeth, and the titles of the generals of the land, sea and air forces are written.

The officers and soldiers of the imperial army and the guards in armor at the head were also responsible for flying some banners, including the most basic Qingdao flag with black characters on a blue background and red borders, and the golden drum flag with black characters on a yellow background and gold borders.

The weather is beautiful, and the unhurried spring breeze just blows up the flags of various colors and flutters them slowly.

But the real limelight still belongs to the soldiers of the three armies. Amidst the sound of gongs, drums and suona, each phalanx is strip-shaped, with ten horizontal lines and twenty vertical lines, a total of 200 people. The bayonet rifle was slung over his shoulder, and he walked forward.

Although the forward step was widely used in the French army during the Napoleonic period, with the disintegration of the empire, this footwork, which was regarded as a "legacy", was abolished by the French, and then carried forward by the Prussians. After that, many countries followed suit.

The French didn't ask for it, and the Ming people didn't learn it, so China, France, and the United States became the only three major powers that didn't take the right step.

Different from the mighty and oppressive feeling, Zhou Changfeng felt poised, calm and unhurried during this entry ceremony and military parade of "Pingwa Victory", which made him who was used to the neat and mighty military parade style in his previous life feel quite interesting.

The long line was endless, and journalists from various countries rushed to take pictures of the rare military parade with oriental classical style, which also recorded the historic day when Western forces officially withdrew from the East.

Although the Americans are still hanging on, but the great powers such as Britain, France, Russia, and Italy have withdrawn, how long can these "Yankees" last?

(End of this chapter)