One Thousand Sixty-Seven Hell

Forget it, suicide is also death, and being beaten to death by the enemy is also death. . . Since it is doomed not to leave the island alive, how to die is really not that important. He sighed, and once again missed his family in the distant land of the motherland.

The gunshots on the battlefield reminded Taro Takemoto that he was still in a dangerous place. Holding his weapon, he finally squeezed the trigger pressed by his finger, and fired the last bullet in his gun. Because at this time, he had no time to hesitate. Not far away, American soldiers had rushed into this trench. He saw with his own eyes a Japanese soldier who was beaten into a sieve, and then fell down covered in blood.

"Click" He pulled the trigger for the second time, because there was no bullet in the chamber, so there was only a slight sound, he pulled the trigger for the third time, and what responded to him was still a slight click sound from the rifle, he There is no more bullets, but the trigger is still being pulled frequently. The bloody battlefield made his muscles tense, and his whole body began to lose his mind. He didn't know what he was doing, but just unconsciously repeated the movements of his hands.

He instinctively wanted to survive, to survive in such a bloody and desperate environment, but everything in front of him really made him unable to see the hope of living. "Ah!" He yelled hysterically and desperately, hoping to vent the inexplicable feeling of regret in his heart: he shouldn't die here, he shouldn't just die here in such a humble way.

An American soldier found Taro Takemoto who was shouting, and aimed his M1 Garand rifle at this crazy Japanese soldier. He didn't understand why the other party was shouting like a beast, let alone why these Japanese were so desperate Under such circumstances, he still does not choose to surrender simply and neatly.

The second American soldier who jumped into the trench was not as polite as the first American soldier. He held his m1 rifle and pulled the trigger directly at Takemoto Taro. The bullet flew to the target and directly tore Takemoto Taro's clothes. into his body. One shot went through his ribcage and the other two hit him in the stomach.

So the Japanese soldier fell on his back to the ground, twitched twice and then closed his eyes. He did not choose jade pieces on his own position like other Japanese soldiers, but died in battle with his own weapon. on the post. It is impossible to say whether this soldier is brave or cowardly. The difference between him and the others is nothing more than the way of death is different.

Two American soldiers passed the dead body of Taro Takemoto, one after the other, and continued to grope forward. Before taking a few steps, they saw a scene that seemed to be hell on earth. Japanese soldiers were stacked one on top of the other. They were blown to pieces by the grenades in their arms, looking as disgusting as a pork slaughterhouse.

The gunfire had gradually stopped, the resistance of the Japanese army was getting weaker and weaker, and the Americans began to search for the surviving Japanese prisoners of war. Unfortunately, most of their efforts ended in failure. More than 18,000 Japanese troops stayed on the island, but the U.S. military can now find corpses or corpses.

These Japanese not only committed suicide, but also massacred their wounded and companions who were unwilling to commit suicide on a large scale. They shot each other to death, and sometimes even ended each other with knives and bayonets.

The American soldiers couldn't imagine what kind of state a person would be in to choose such a desperate approach. What made them even more incomprehensible was why those who would rather bomb themselves with grenades didn't raise their hands and surrender. But when they packed up the things left by the Japanese army, they realized what kind of desperation this group of Japanese soldiers had experienced.

There were hundreds of soldiers' skulls and helmets that had been pierced and damaged by bullets on the beach. At first, the American soldiers even thought it was a cemetery or some kind of Japanese memorial ceremony——then they interrogated a few When I was a prisoner of war, I realized that this place turned out to be a special "farmland" for food production.

The Japanese army buckled skeletons and damaged steel helmets on the beach. When the tide is high, countless small crabs, fish and shrimp will hide in these "habitats" full of holes. When the tide is low, most of them have no time to leave. , will be left in these skeletons and broken helmets, and will be eaten by the Japanese soldiers who have been hungry for several days.

However, these seafoods contain a lot of bacteria, and the Japanese army did not have many conditions to eat them after they were fully heated. Therefore, eating these seafoods was accompanied by huge risks. Of course, the risks were equally huge if they were not eaten. It's a tough multiple-choice question: eat these things and die of dysentery the next day, or don't eat them and die of starvation the next day. Hundreds of Japanese soldiers chose to be a stuffed ghost, and thousands of other Japanese soldiers starved into mummies and died the next day or the third day.

Don't think of American soldiers as some mighty and civilized soldiers. They actually behave on the battlefield like the armies of all other countries: they open fire on all seemingly unsafe places, and torture prisoners with bayonets... ...The armored units of the Marine Corps will also chop off the heads of Japanese soldiers and hang them on the tank turrets to dry out skinned skeletons to intimidate the Japanese troops on the opposite side who do not surrender.

The war made everyone forget their basic humanity, and killing and cruelty became the only norm here. With the possible exception of a few beautiful moments that have been recorded, all life here tends more towards demons than humans. It is precisely because of their preciousness that those moments that retain the brilliance of humanity are so precious and so moving.

"Sir, all the Japanese troops here have been wiped out. An hour ago, there was no gunfire on the island. We checked some of the tunnels dug by the Japanese troops. They were full of corpses, or they were empty." An officer told the navy The division commander of the frontline command of the Marine Corps reported the situation on the island: "We found the headquarters of the Japanese army. It was in chaos, the radio stations were destroyed, and the code books were burned...Their commander committed suicide inside. "

"Let's go, go and see these crazy people." The American commander walked in the slightly muddy trench with his hands behind his back. Although the soldiers had cleaned it up once, it was still so terrifying that everyone had to resist the urge to vomit.

Compared with the distant battlefields on the Eastern Front, the battles here are more cruel and primitive, revealing the ancient barbarism everywhere, as well as the cruelty and cruelty from the bottom of the human heart. The battle in the Pacific revealed more of an indescribable sorrow, so that no one who has experienced this war is willing to mention it again.

Walking into this simple command post from the entrance of the trench without a door, looking at the map of the island marked in Japanese on the wall, as well as some messy temporary documents on the table, the U.S. military officer finally scanned for a week, He put his gaze on the three corpses lying on the ground.

"Let someone bury them." After the American commander finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the room: "Damn, this is really a disgusting place."

There was still light smoke wafting from the bomb crater not far away. In the bomb crater over there, the corpses of Japanese officers were scattered all over the place. Some of them were still alive when the US army attacked, holding their weapons and trying to fight back. It's a pity that they were not qualified soldiers after all battles, and were quickly killed by soldiers of the US Marine Corps.

Not far away, American engineers are desperately repairing the airport on the island. They want to restore it to a usable level as soon as possible, and then a large number of American bombers can take off from here and directly bomb the fortified islands in Southeast Asia. Japanese soldiers.

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And just when the U.S. army occupied the island and wiped out the defending Ishida Division on the island, Guderian's armored forces had almost occupied the entire Kursk area. In the face of a powerful offensive, they could only raise their hands in surrender and put down their weapons.

The German armored forces advanced triumphantly along the way, and they stopped when they hit Kursk, the core defense of the Soviet army. These new tanks, under the cover of a large number of aircraft and heavy artillery, were behind the fast-advancing German army. 200,000 Soviet troops are struggling in the encirclement.

These troops are not random farmers and factory workers. They are fundamentally different from the mob gathered by Stalin, because these soldiers have all experienced wars and can be regarded as qualified soldiers. The loss of so many veterans and officers made the Soviet army's shortage of soldiers even worse.

But if these soldiers are not left behind, where can the Soviet army find a way to hold back the German troops and let other more elite troops go north? At this moment, Zhukov was in the swaying car, looking out the car window, the troops on both sides of the road were carrying their weapons, and they were marching northward with a dejected expression, feeling indescribably uncomfortable.

Not long ago, he led these troops from the area south of Moscow to the south quickly, and fired the Soviet counterattack guns in Kursk. To the south, there is a large area occupied by German troops such as Voronezh.

They were once the hope of the whole Soviet Union, they were once the hope of taking back Stalingrad. It's a pity that everything is gone now. Half of these so-called hope troops are struggling in the encirclement of the German army at this moment, while the other half are leaving their companions and fleeing northward in a hurry.

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