On the evening of October 28, Sergeant Rick encouraged his subordinates to have a torturous dinner, and then shaved his beard in front of the mirror, restoring himself from the image of an old man with stubble to a glamorous little fresh meat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

With a shake of his hand, Sergeant Rick's razor cut a cut in his right cheek, nearly a centimeter long.

"Damn, the Japanese are here again."

Sergeant Rick cursed bitterly, hurriedly washed the foam off his face, put on his steel helmet and stepped out of bunker, looking due north at Henderson Airport.

Sure enough, Henderson Airfield was again covered by Japanese artillery fire.

"It's the third day, isn't the Japanese fleet going to go."

The voice of the big man Abraham rang in Rick's ears.

Rick said without looking back: "If the Japanese fleet does not leave, it will be difficult for our fleet to sail over." If this continues, we may not even be able to eat luncheon meat and compressed biscuits in the future. ”

With each day of the bombardment, Sergeant Rick's concern deepened.

For three days, every night, the sappers near the airport used the cover of night to secretly repair the runway, but in the second half of the night, the Japanese fleet that seemed to have disappeared would suddenly appear again and launch another artillery bombardment on the airfield, so that the work of the sappers would be wiped out.

During the day, Japanese warships in groups of three or five launched a continuous artillery bombardment every hour, and if they detected a figure near the airfield, shells from the naval guns would fall at any time.

At first, the ground anti-aircraft artillery units of the US army would open fire to expel them, but soon attracted the retaliation of the naval guns, and after losing several anti-aircraft artillery positions, the anti-aircraft gunners no longer dared to open fire, so they could only hide in the coconut grove and quietly watch the Japanese planes dominate the sky.

Even the small heights where Sergeant Rick was now standing, known to them as Blood Ridge, had been swept by naval guns once, and there were dozens of craters on the side facing the sea.

Fifteen minutes later, the shelling stopped, and Sergeant Rick returned to his bunker, pulled out a tactical manual, read it with relish, and did not fall asleep sleepily until nine o'clock.

Sergeant Rick had just fallen asleep when the Browning 1917 heavy machine gun glittered in the starlight on the eastern bank of the lower Tenaru River, four kilometers east of Henderson Airport, on the eastern bank of the lower Tenaru River, four kilometers east of Henderson Airport.

No one smoked, no one lit a lamp, and no one dared to speak loudly, because that would be bombarded by grenadiers or mortars at any moment.

However, a loud noise fell from the sky, breaking the silence over the position.

The Heavy looked up at the sky and could vaguely see three "big birds" hovering in the air.

"Damn, they came at night." The Heavy cursed under his breath.

"Shhhh The co-shooter reminded.

On the other side of the machine-gun position, in the dense forest beyond the barbed wire, after hearing the noise of the aircraft engines overhead, a dozen sneaky figures instead accelerated their pace, using the darkness and jungle as cover, and rushed to the American positions as fast as possible, until they were close to the barbed wire, and lay down behind the bushes.

Two light gunshots rang out, and two flares swayed out of the bushes, crossed the barbed wire area in a graceful curve, and landed near the machine-gun position.

"The Japanese are coming, the Japanese are coming・・・・・・ ready to fight."

A flurry of sirens sounded over the American positions, followed by a series of clicks, the sound of soldiers pulling bolts.

However, the real enemy came from overhead, and at the call of the flares, the Zero seaplanes hovering in the air immediately pounced on the area illuminated by the flares, dropping more flares on the heads of the American troops.

Two kilometers north of the Tainaru River estuary, the battleship Hiei and four heavy cruisers quickly turned their guns in the direction where the flares were raised.

356-mm and 203-mm shells whirlwind through the night sky and fell in the direction where the flares were raised.

Guided by the Zero seaplane, the shells of the naval guns fell on the American positions one after another, the ground swept by the firestorm, and the tall coconut trees were cut off by shrapnel or uprooted.

Wooden stakes wrapped in barbed wire flew everywhere, sawdust flew from the American positions, and along with the soldiers and weapons hiding inside, they were torn to pieces by the powerful fire and flew over the positions.

Zero seaplanes took off from heavy cruisers and battleships in groups of three and flew over US positions to drop flares to guide the naval guns.

Flames from flares and shell explosions illuminated the east bank of the Tenaru River, and the same scene was playing out on the banks of the Matanico River, eight kilometres west of Henderson Airport.

On the east bank of the Tenaru River, in the dark jungle beyond the range of naval artillery, a Japanese officer, with his left hand on the ground with a command knife and his right knee, indifferently watched the fire burst out in the jungle to the west.

Five minutes later, he drew his command knife and pointed forward, shouting, "Get on the bayonet, advance." ”

With his shout, a group of figures stood up in the darkness behind him.

All the figures reached to their waists, drew their bayonets and plunged them into the muzzle of their guns, and the jungle instantly turned into a forest of bayonets.

Following Wing Commander Funomiya Daisa, the soldiers of the 29th Wing of the 2nd Division turned into a moving bayonet forest and rushed to the American position.

When the bayonet forest began to charge, two green signal flares flew out of the woods and rose into the sky, which immediately attracted the attention of the battleships on the sea in the distance, and the guns on the battleships immediately turned, suppressing the artillery fire and turning to the depth of the American position.

As soon as the artillery fire shifted, the bayonet forest had already charged, and the Japanese infantry brandished bayonets, and flooded into the ruined American positions.

"Repay the blood debt for Amaterasu."

Waving a command knife and shouting English, Furumiya Osa was the first to rush into the U.S. military position and slash an American soldier to the ground with a swing of his sword.

The surviving American troops had not yet recovered from the shock brought by the naval guns, and instantly drowned in the bayonet forest, and were killed by the bayonets one by one.

A handful of reflexes U.S. soldiers turned around and fled, chased by the bayonet forest, and fled to the Tenaru River behind them.

"Kill to ・・・・・・" Furumiya Daisa brandished his saber and pointed out the direction of the charge for the soldiers.

On both sides of the lower banks of the Tainaru River, fire from Japanese naval guns at sea was raging, and with the lifting of two red flares, the shelling came to an emergency halt.

The Japanese soldiers in the charge jumped into the river with bayonets, waded through the waist-deep river and rushed to the west bank, but were swept down by the dense fire of the west bank, convulsed and fell into the river, floating down with the river.

The soldiers who rushed to the river were also knocked down, and the soldiers behind lay down in the jungle by the river, and then set up machine guns and fired at the American troops across the river.

The tip of Furumiya's knife rushed down and stuck it on the ground, half-crouching behind a bush to observe the movement of the American troops on the opposite side.

At the call of Gumiya Daisa, the Type 92 infantry cannon was quickly pushed to the shore and rained shells at the shining position on the opposite bank.

Type 96 150-mm mortars also joined the bombardment.

In the previous bombardment by naval guns, the surviving US firing points were covered by artillery fire one by one and turned into craters in the firelight.

Taking advantage of the moment when the firepower of the US troops on the opposite bank was suppressed, Furunomiya Daizo launched another charge, and the troops rushed across the Tainaru River, which was only more than 20 meters wide, and attacked the US position.

In the dim light, hand-to-hand combat was staged again, and the American troops could not figure out how many Japanese soldiers there were, only to see figures wielding bayonets everywhere.

The night of fighting did not stop until dawn, relying on the support of naval guns, the Japanese successfully broke through the American defense line on the Tainaru River in the middle and lower reaches, and followed the footsteps of the American army, rushed all the way to the edge of the forest, until they encountered the main defense line of the American army on the Itai River and stopped to gather their troops.

For most of the night, Sergeant Rick spent most of the night on the north side of Blood Ridge, using binoculars to check the movements of the battlefield.

Unfortunately, from the Blood Ridge, you can only see the flares in the jungle east of Henderson Airport, and the flames sprayed by the shells and gunshots are intertwined, and you can't see what is happening in the jungle at all.

Sergeant Rick could only tell from the location of the blazing light that the front was advancing in the direction of Henderson Field.

"The decisive battle has begun, and the battles of the last few days will decide our fate."

Sergeant Rick said to his men in a heavy voice as he ate breakfast.

Sergeant Rick's judgment was confirmed by the order from his superiors, and shortly after breakfast, his superiors ordered to strengthen the defenses in the direction of Blood Ridge and beware of a sneak attack by the Japanese army.

"The decisive battle is coming, and this time we have to see how many Japanese still want to stain the Red Blood Ridge with their blood." Abraham said.

In mid-September, a Japanese unit made a detour to the south of the Bloody Ridge in an attempt to capture the Bloody Ridge by night attack, but was beaten in the head by the defenders.

According to later statistics, there were more than 1,000 corpses of Japanese soldiers in the battle, while the defenders only lost more than 40 people, and Blood Ridge got its name from the battle.

Until now, the stench emitted by the corpses of the Japanese soldiers around the Blood Ridge that no one cares about still wafts to the ridge with the wind from time to time.

For a day, Bloodridge was safe and sound, and Sergeant Rick checked the position, and there was no problem.

It's just that in the jungle in the northeast corner of the Blood Ridge, a pair of eyes full of hatred are staring at the Blood Ridge.

Major General Kawaguchi, the commander of the first assault on Blood Ridge, with the strength of two brigades, after a two-day trek, reappeared near Blood Ridge.

This time, Rear Admiral Kawaguchi did not make a detour to the south side of the Blood Ridge, but took a shortcut and went straight to the northeast corner, preparing to capture the Blood Ridge from the north.

Major General Kawaguchi peeked at the bloody ridge for a while and looked at his watch, it was almost six o'clock, and the shelling began immediately.

As soon as he lowered his arm, Major General Kawaguchi saw two Zero seaplanes flying over Blood Ridge, circling non-stop.

"Here we go・・・・・・," Rear Admiral Kawaguchi said softly.

In the bunker at the northern foot of the Blood Ridge, it was dinner time again, Private Glenn picked up the can and just ate two bites, when his face suddenly changed, put down the can and covered his stomach and rushed to the door of the bunker.

"FUCK, here it is again, my chrysanthemums are going to be on fire." Glenn grinned.

Sergeant Rick looked at Glenn's back worriedly.

"He's been to the toilet six times this afternoon, so he probably has dysentery."

"Dysentery・・・・・・ must have it," Abraham said.

As the two spoke, Glenn had already rushed out of cover with his stomach covered, Rick's face suddenly changed drastically, and there was a whistling sound of a strong wind outside.

Rick hurriedly shouted, "Glenn, come back・・・・・・"

However, it was too late, and the cannonballs fell, and the smoke of the explosion instantly surrounded Glenn, evaporating him from the world.

Gray-white gunpowder smoke and dust rushed into the bunker, instantly surrounding Rick and the others.

"Ahem・・・・・・"

Coughing a few times, Rick fell to the ground and pulled out a towel to cover his mouth and nose.

The shelling lasted for a full twenty minutes before stopping, then moved to another location, where it stopped for nearly three hours.

Rick squatted in the bunker and listened to Morgan shout, "Are they trying to blow up this place?" Damn, if I see the Japanese again, I'm going to blow their heads off. ”

Morgan's nervous shouts echoed in the cramped bunker, and after Rick endured it for more than ten minutes, he suddenly shouted: "Morgan, shut up, the Japanese shelling has stopped, we ・・・・・・ quickly, ready to fight, the Japanese are coming." ”

After Rick finished speaking, he picked up the Thompson submachine gun and rushed out of cover, lying down in the trench and looking down condescendingly.

I saw that countless figures were rushing towards them with bayonets in their hands, and the one at the forefront was already less than twenty meters away from the trench.

"On-board ・・・・・・ on-board ・・・・・・"

The shouts of killing resounded through the Blood Ridge.

After nightfall, taking advantage of the cover of night, Major General Kawaguchi ordered his subordinates to leave the woods and approach the Blood Ridge, and then moved forward in a prostrate posture until a more dangerous distance did his subordinates fire a signal flare to stop the shelling.

The moment the shelling stopped, the offensive began.

Rick's Thompson fired a series of point shots, sweeping the Japanese soldiers who rushed to the front to the ground.

Beside him, the Browning semi-automatic rifle in Abraham's hand also fired wildly.

The two of them were soon piled up with Japanese corpses, a cannonball flew out of the grenadier and fell into the trench, Rick felt a sharp pain in his left leg, and involuntarily fell into the trench, and the Thompson submachine gun in his hand also flew out.

Leaning against the wall of the trench, Rick touched his left thigh, his hand covered in slimy liquid.

"SHIT, damn the Japanese."

"Ah・・・・・・h

Abraham ran out of ammunition for his automatic rifle and was about to change the magazine when a Japanese soldier flew up and threw him down in the trench, where the two soon got into a fight.

With his formidable size, Abraham stepped forward to crush the Japanese soldier under him, grabbed the opponent's neck with his hand, waved his right arm, and smashed the opponent's head with one punch after another.

Another Japanese soldier rushed to the edge of the trench and stabbed Abraham in the back with a bayonet, and Rick had already pulled out the M1911 pistol stuck in his waist and knocked the Japanese soldier over with a single shot.

After firing several shots and killing three Japanese soldiers who rushed to the edge of the trench, Sergeant Rick ran out of bullets in his pistol.

Abraham let go of his left hand, threw down the corpse of the Japanese soldier, and ran to Rick to pick him up.

"Retreat, you can't hold it here, Daryl, Morgan, retreat, retreat・・・・・"

Rick, supported by Abraham, fled back along the trenches.

Abraham handed Rick over to Darryl, who was hurrying to the ground, picked up Rick's Thompson submachine gun that he had dropped on the ground, swept it back and forth to the outside of the trench, and turned back and shouted, "You go first, I'll cover." ”

Daryl held Rick in his arms, Morgan followed with a Springfield-style rifle, and Abraham followed last.

After two more rounds, Abraham ran out of bullets from his Thompson submachine gun and tossed it aside.

In the dim light, several short figures rushed towards him, and the leader of the group brandished a bayonet twice and was dodged by him twice, and when the other party stabbed him for the third time, he avoided the bayonet, and the splitter grabbed the barrel of the gun and dragged it into his arms, and the other party crashed into his arms.

Abraham grabbed his opponent's uniform with both hands and threw it away.

Stooping down to pick up the Type 38 rifle on the ground, Abraham removed the bayonet, turned the muzzle of the rifle and carried it in his hand to use as a stick.

After smashing over a Japanese soldier who rushed towards him, before Abraham could stand firm, another Japanese soldier burst out of the darkness and stabbed Abraham in the left rib like a slender bayonet like a poisonous snake.

"Ah・・・・・・h

There was a cracking sound from the skull of the Japanese soldier, and the butt of Abraham's gun snapped with a click.

Crushing the Japanese soldiers, Abraham slowly pulled out the bayonet that was stuck between his ribs. The body shook a few times and almost fell.

Barely settling his feet, Abraham saw a figure rushing at him brandishing a saber.

The saber slashed under Abraham's head, and a massive head fell to the ground.

Morgan, who was also broken, knocked a Japanese soldier to the ground with a Chuntian rifle, and then turned the butt of the gun and smashed the Japanese soldier's skull.

"Damn." Morgan tugged on the bolt, loaded the bullet, and pulled the trigger on the shadow in the distance with a saber in his hand.

After the gunshot, the black shadow shuddered, and the saber in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell to the ground with a head.

Seeing seven or eight more dark shadows rushing in the distance, Morgan gritted his teeth and turned around and fled in the direction where Rick and Darryl had disappeared.

In the early morning of the next day, the commander of the 17th Army of the Japanese Army, Hyakutake Haruyoshi, received a report that Major General Kawaguchi had led his troops to successfully occupy the Blood Ridge, but Major General Kawaguchi was killed in hand-to-hand combat.

"Kawaguchi-kun is worthy of being the emperor's samurai, so let's see you at Yasukuni Shrine."

Hyakutake Haruyoshi said solemnly, and after speaking, Hyakutake Haruyoshi looked at the map.

"Blood Ridge is located two kilometers south of Henderson Airport, and the occupation of this place, the American troops at the airport can only flee to the southwest, and what awaits them will be lofty mountains and boundless primeval forests. Dysentery, malaria, starvation and death awaited them, and they were finished. ”

At noon that day, Hyakutake Haruyoshi received a new battle report.

The 29th Wing, which advanced westward, and the 4th and 16th Wings that advanced eastward, with the support of naval artillery and naval aviation, joined forces on the banks of the Lunja River west of Henderson Airport.

"Annihilate the surrounded American troops first, then let the airfield return to service, and as for the American troops who fled to the jungle, let nature eat them."