One Thousand Sixty-Six Suicide Rituals

"Burn it quickly, none of these important things can be left to those damn Americans!" An officer looked in the direction of the bunker where his commander was, and said to the people around him with some anxiety: "Our time Not much more, everything to be done must be done!"

The face of a major officer beside him was already very pale, and he seemed a little crazy at this moment. He stood up suddenly, and shouted loudly to his colleagues who were trying to lower their bodies: "You cowards! We believe in Amaterasu, and His Majesty the Emperor will bless us with invulnerability! We should go to the front line and launch a decisive charge ! Instead of squatting here and burning these inexplicable junk! Whoever has the courage to come with me, we go and the Americans..."

Before he finished speaking, a bullet passed through his head, and the huge force directly shattered his skull. Because he didn't wear a helmet, he didn't stop the skull from falling apart. Soon his body knelt down, only a chin remained on his neck, and the rest of the body disappeared. any sound.

Everyone was frightened by this sudden scene, they stopped what they were doing, and watched their companion turn into a cold corpse, the leading officer swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then continued to pick up the gun in his hand Action: "Don't be in a daze, burn it quickly!"

It wasn't that he was insensitive, but these people already knew that after a few minutes, they would end up in much the same way - so there was no shock, and everyone had no hope for the future.

Taro Takemoto didn't rush out of his foxhole shouting the slogan "Long Live His Majesty the Emperor" like the Japanese soldiers in the trenches in the trench. He just looked at the shouting friendly soldiers from a small gap and saw Watching them fall one by one under the dense bullets.

"Commander Ishida ordered all the troops to fight back. If they don't want to fight back, they will be smashed in the trench." An officer bent over the trench and explained to the Japanese soldiers leaning on the trench wall Facing the final mission, he patted every passing soldier, hoping that they could cheer up and contribute another strength to their motherland.

"For His Majesty the Emperor, the soul after death can return to the motherland and accept the enshrinement and worship of our descendants in the shrine." He loudly cheered up the soldiers whose eyes were full of panic and unwillingness around him: "The remaining People would be killed by the Americans, they don't take Japanese prisoners."

Driven by this kind of lies, many Japanese soldiers could only choose to fight to the end. They fired all the bullets in their bunkers, and then committed suicide with bayonets or chose suicide charges. A few officers will kill themselves with a command knife, and more officers will fall along with their soldiers on the road of frantically attacking the US positions.

The counterattack of the Japanese army reached its peak last night. More than 4,000 soldiers finally chose to conceal the bayonet raid at night because they ran out of ammunition. As a result, the fierce fighting lasted the whole night.

Some U.S. positions were even recaptured by the Japanese, but after dawn these positions fell into the hands of the U.S. Army again, and the Japanese killed more than 3,000 people overnight.

Moreover, such a large-scale death caused the Japanese army to lose many defensive positions and further compressed the area controlled by the Japanese army. If it weren't for the fact that there was not much ammunition left, the Japanese army would be able to persist on the island for at least another ten days. Unfortunately, this assumption did not become a reality, and the Japanese army did not send ammunition to the island besieged by the US military.

Major General Ishida knew that he had been abandoned three days ago, and he had given up in a completely forgetful way. The submarine supply he was looking forward to did not arrive, and it did not arrive until he ordered the bombing of the port pier. Ishida's division lacked ammunition and heavy weapons, and it was impossible to hold the position for a month. The so-called holding for a month was just a huge pie drawn by the base camp for Ishida.

The soldiers at the door were already holding their rifles and desperately looking for the Americans. There was only one adjutant standing behind Major General Ishida in the entire bunker. When a Japanese samurai commits suicide, there needs to be a "wrong person" standing behind him, who is responsible for adding a knife or a shot to end the pain of the suicide when the suicide fails. From this point of view, it is quite humane, avoiding the embarrassment of being alive after being stabbed...and then watching your intestines hurt for three and a half days in the room before dying.

"Our soldiers are all brave, aren't they?" Ishida asked suddenly, and asked the adjutant standing behind him.

"Your Excellency, General, yes, they are all fighting desperately, and no one chooses to surrender in shame. Everyone will die here and contribute their lives to the rise of the empire." The adjutant lowered his head and replied in a firm tone.

"Yo Xi. I feel relieved in this way. It was my incompetence that made them suffer and prevented them from tasting the taste of victory. However, my loyalty to the Great Japanese Empire has not changed. I hope my soul can return to Hometown." Ishida wrapped the white silk used to wipe the command knife around the middle of the long knife blade, and pressed his hand there.

In ancient times, when Japanese samurai committed seppuku, they used a short knife tucked around their waist, which was called "rib difference". It's almost used for belly cutting-of course, it may also be used to cut an apple and bake a chicken wing or something. But in modern warfare, if the commander is fine and carries two knives around his waist... that's not called a warrior, that's called an idiot. Therefore, the Japanese also kept pace with the times, and began to use the seppuku method of the poor samurai in the past to meet the needs of their Bushido spirit.

Ishida used this method, wrapping the middle part of the blade of the command knife with cloth, and then holding it with his hands, only half of the length of the blade was used for seppuku. He held his hand on this part, and the adjutant behind him also pulled out the gun from his waist at this time, aiming at the back of Major General Ishida's head.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Ishida stabbed the blade into his stomach forcefully, and the adjutant behind him slammed the pistol in his hand almost at the same time. The bullet hit the back of Ishida's head, causing him to immediately fall to the ground inside the bunker , death is much uglier than the chief of staff.

The adjutant didn't move his footsteps. He pressed the pistol with the blood still sticking to his temple, and then pulled the trigger. The second shot echoed throughout the room. Unfortunately, only the pistol lying on the ground was here. Three dead bodies, no one is likely to hear these voices again.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" In the trench, a Japanese soldier pulled the safety ring off the grenade that had just been unpacked. He bumped the grenade hard on his helmet, and then pressed it against himself at the chest. Such suicide is said to be painless, at least in the propaganda.

"Boom!" There was an explosion in the trench, and the bloody corpses cut by the shrapnel lay across the bottom of the trench, with blood and some fragments of limbs everywhere. The second Japanese soldier did the same thing in this atmosphere, and the sound of explosions was heard everywhere.

This method of committing suicide is very extravagant, at least many troops do not have the capital to do so, they have no ammunition to use to make jade, so they can only wait in the trenches with their rifles and wait to die with the US troops rushing over. Or simply rush directly to the American position, and then be killed by bullets on the way to the charge.

Doing so is actually risky, because the enemy's bullets can't guarantee that they will hit the head in one shot, and they may fall to the ground after being shot five times, feeling the heart-piercing pain but not dying immediately. Suicide is infinitely more painful. Therefore, soldiers who have the conditions will still choose their own jade fragments. After all, doing so can at least decide that they will die without suffering.

"Takemoto-kun... I'll take a step first." In the trench, Kimura held a grenade and said to Takemoto Taro, who couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south: "Goodbye to the kingdom of heaven, it's me, Kimura, who can meet you at the last moment." An honor. Sayonara."

"Alas..." Sighing, Taro Takemoto could only take a few steps back, watching this new friend who had known him for a few days knock the grenade against the helmet, and then pressed it on his chest to die. Then he saw Kimura's flesh and blood flying everywhere, and subconsciously squeezed the grenade in his hand. This grenade might be his life-saving straw, and it was so precious that even though he was afraid, he was still reluctant to throw it away.

However, he didn't have the courage to commit suicide, and he never doubted that. He didn't have the courage to press the grenade on his chest, he didn't have the courage to shout the slogan "Long Live His Majesty the Emperor", and imagined that he could return to the motherland after being reduced to pieces. He held a grenade and shuttled through the trenches full of corpses, even he himself didn't know what kind of purpose he was holding.

The U.S. military was getting closer, and he could even see the steel helmets covered with grids squirming not far away. So he pulled the safety ring of the grenade, hit the grenade on the helmet, and threw it in the direction of the US military. He still had three rounds in his rifle, and he didn't think it was time for the jade to be broken.

He picked up the rifle and aimed it in the direction the Americans were coming from. He pulled the trigger and felt the recoil of the Type 38 rifle hitting his shoulder. He pulled the bolt, loaded a new round into the gun, and then continued to aim, firing a second round into the distance. When he aimed again, he hesitated for a moment. If he fired again, he wouldn't even have the bullets to commit suicide.

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