The Legend of the Year 1056

"Hey, let me say, Yagi-kun, what are you doing?" When Taro Takemoto, who was in charge of building the trench, and his companions walked through the hidden field airport with a log on their shoulders, they found the Air Force of the Army A few old acquaintances of mine are dismantling the fighter jet with a malfunctioning engine. _﹍8 =`-``=-`··=

"Takemoto-kun, we are preparing to repair two planes so that we can take off to face those damned American bastards!" The sergeant named Yagi wiped his pants with oily hands while smiling at his old man. My friend Takemoto said: "Yesterday's bombing made us feel that we should do something. At least if we have planes, we can stop the enemy's bombing as much as possible."

Given ten times as many aircraft as you have, it would be impossible to prevent a bombing on the scale of yesterday. Takemoto Taro slandered in his heart, but he still had a look of admiration on his face: "Great, Yagi-kun, if you can sink their aircraft carrier, it will be more effective. Those big guys full of planes , as long as it is sunk by you, our island can be defended."

Sergeant Yagi was taken aback for a moment, then turned around thoughtfully. He no longer said anything to Takemoto, but put on a look of having figured something out. Seeing that his old friend stopped chatting, Taro Takemoto walked towards their trench with the wood on his shoulders. After all, it was the only barrier they faced against the American artillery fire and bullets. Everyone wanted to build these fortifications extremely strong, so that they could rely on these tunnels and bunkers to deal with the American army, which had a clear superiority in firepower.

The Japanese are very hardworking, and face their own work without complaint. This nation seems to be born for rules and compliance. At least all the Japanese soldiers on this island have such a typical Japanese character. In two days, they dug a 1-kilometer trench with a length of about 1 kilometer. They even cut wood to reinforce the sides and firepower points.

They added a cover to the heavy machine gun position, then tamped the soil, and then got weeds to lay on it, trying to camouflage it as the same as the surrounding scenery. 8 ·==-=`=---` Then these bunkers facing the beach have become strong and hidden bunkers, which can cause a large number of casualties when the Americans land on land.

These firepower points are connected by trenches, and thousands of soldiers are deployed in these trenches, using their 38-type rifles and light machine guns to cover the cross-fire fortifications composed of these heavy machine guns. These infantry should delay the U.S. military's breakthrough and detour as much as possible, and create damage to the heavy machine gun firepower to delay time.

In his headquarters, Major General Ishida reported the island's preparations to his new boss, General Yamashita Homofumi, known as the "Malay Tiger": "Your Excellency, the entire island is already covered with trenches, and we lack barbed wire fences. And obstacles that prevent enemy warships from approaching. Many places can only be replaced by wooden piles, but according to the Navy's left behind personnel, the effect is very bad."

Yamashita Fengwen on the other side of the phone didn't know what to say, and Ishida on the other side quickly stood at attention and replied loudly: "Hi! I will definitely hold the ground! Hi! Never take a step back!"

He hung up the phone,

But he was extremely frustrated. The 92 infantry guns that were supposed to be added to him were sunk during transportation because of the activities of the US Navy. Now he can only rely on grenadiers and dozens of old field guns originally allocated to him to fight against American warships and landing troops.

On several high grounds, he deployed all the long-range support forces he could deploy, including the door 92 infantry guns, and the door Meiji 38 mm caliber field howitzer-this thing was born in 1911, you know this artillery It continued to be used during World War II, how "poor" the performance is. It's a pity that most of the second-tier Japanese divisions only have this kind of artillery, and the third-tier divisions don't even have this kind of cheating goods.

While Major General Ishida was studying in his headquarters how to repel the U.S. landing with the scrap metal in his hands, Sergeant Yagi was discussing with his subordinates in his hidden field airport. Tactics he believed could change the course of war. ﹏﹍ Bar ·--`

He looked at his beloved fighter, and said to the few remaining subordinates: "Gentlemen... the current battle situation is very unfavorable to us. There is no way to update fighter jets, and most of the time pilots take off. There is no return. But we still have hope for victory, because our Great Japanese Empire will surely win the final victory!"

While saying these words in the form of slogans, he reached out and stroked the fuselage of the fighter jet. This is his favorite plane, and he even used this plane to shoot down an American fighter jet. But now everything has changed, and he can't understand it at all.

He had seen the navy's cutting-edge Type Zero fighter before. Its terrifying speed and light flying posture made him envious. It was indeed a very good plane, but it was completely defeated by the tactical coordination studied by the Americans. He didn't know why the air combat, which advocated fighting, lost its fair bushido spirit, and changed from dog fighting to a cruel attrition war of comparing armor and power.

Watching his men die one by one in the sky, Sergeant Yagi felt very uncomfortable. He hoped to avenge those comrades who died, but he never had an ideal way to deal with the American fighter force that had overwhelmed the Japanese in quantity and quality.

"We have been wrong all along! We made a mistake to compete with the Americans in terms of our aircraft speed and our own proficient piloting skills." Yagi continued to speak while touching the aircraft: "But the Americans can also temper their own skills. The planes they make can fly our planes."

When hearing these words, several pilots lowered their heads helplessly, they could not deny this cruel fact. When the Navy's Zero fighter jets were defeated by the Americans, they already knew that the sky belonging to the Japanese Air Force had been lost in their hands.

"But! We have one thing that Americans can't surpass!" Yagi turned his head sharply, staring at his subordinates with his sharp eyes: "That is our spirit! Our great Bushido spirit! We can fight for ourselves! die country! We can give our lives for our empire!"

He gritted his teeth and said his decision, and decided to use his sacrifice to make a great contribution to his country: "If we fly the plane and hit the American aircraft carrier directly, those damn planes will be gone Bases at sea! Their planes cannot take off, and if the dominant air power cannot fight, then our invincible fleet still has a chance to defeat the US Navy!"

"Fill the plane with explosives! Use our driving skills to avoid the American anti-aircraft guns and directly hit the American warship. We are the shells! We are the shells with eyes that must hit!" He waved his fists viciously, as if he had already piloted It's like hitting and sinking an American aircraft carrier.

"Yes! We should do this! Since we can't guarantee that the sky belongs to us, then we should commit suicide and apologize to His Majesty the Emperor! Now there is a more suitable destination for us. This is God's favor for us!" Another elderly The pilot nodded in agreement and said, "Count me in!"

"Count me in! For the Great Japanese Empire! For His Majesty the Emperor!" The young life couldn't stand the encouragement, and the remaining pilots waved their fists and began to shout excitedly. As if they were going to perform a mission that must be won, not to commit suicide.

So they began to record what they were doing, because they must have a complete attack report to prove that they were really attacking the US military, rather than leaving here to avoid the war passively. In the end, this record was sent to Major General Ishida. When he saw this document, he was so moved that he cried.

At this time, these pilots had already strapped explosives on the plane, drove the plane with full fuel tanks, and took off in the direction where the US Navy was haunted. They didn't even conduct reconnaissance, because they had decided that they would ram any American warship they encountered, sacrificing themselves for their comrades in exchange for a greater victory.

Ishida couldn't help but think of his favorite cherry blossoms, which are very short-lived flowers. The Japanese have the habit of viewing cherry blossoms, and they regard this momentary splendor as the most beautiful scenery. So he walked to the exit of his headquarters and looked at the distant sky: "Go there and bloom, the flower of the warriors of the empire! We will cherish everything you have exchanged for your life, long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

In 1274, the Mongol Yuan army across Europe and Asia invaded Japan. At that time, a typhoon that could destroy the Yuan army's ships Bingjia destroyed the powerful Mongol Yuan army, because at that time the Japanese believed that the gods of the emperor helped eradicate the Yuan army. Later, the Mongolian Yuan army once again gathered troops to conquer Japan. As a result, in this battle, the Yuan army lost more than 10,000 troops, most of whom died not in battle, but in the storm in the sea. As a result, the Yuan Dynasty no longer dared to attack Japan rashly. The Japanese believe that these typhoons are saved by the heavens, so they worship them and call them "Kamikaze".

After 665, a group of fanatical Japanese pilots decided to use their spirit to summon a new storm to defend the territory of the motherland behind them. And their deeds were transmitted back to the base camp by Ishida by radio. For a while, everyone thought that this matter could be used to make a fuss, and they fought a suicidal naval battle that seemed to have the hope of victory!

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The third watch is here! Long Ling stayed up all night to go to the fourth watch. If it’s too late, you can watch it tomorrow morning!