There is an island in the northeast of the Philippines called Patona Ugan, it is about 120 kilometers away from Manila, the capital of the Philippines, its area is close to 200 square kilometers, the island is lush with vegetation, the available arable land is scarce, and most of the civilians living here live by fishing, but since the Japanese occupation of the Philippines in 1934, the best natural fishing grounds are listed as the exclusive area for Japanese companies and Japanese ships, and mechanized fishing boats are rampant, which makes the fishery resources off the coast of the Philippines rapidly deplete in just ten years, Life has become increasingly difficult for Filipino fishermen, with many young adults having to leave their homeland to earn a living in factories or mines......

In the middle of the night on March 28, 1946, on the southern shore of Patnaugan Island, two thin figures hid in the bushes, staring at the sea with blazing eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe appointed time was approaching, and a dark submarine quietly appeared on the surface of the sea hundreds of meters away, and the sea water on the deck was still dripping, and several crew members quickly got out of the hatch, and they quickly untied the cargo fastened to the aft deck with ropes, and pushed them all into the sea. Immediately afterwards, 26 heavily armed soldiers wearing special life jackets plunged into the water, and in groups of five or six, they swam to land hundreds of meters away with half-floating cargo. When they got closer, the two men hiding in the bushes turned on a flashlight and turned it twice clockwise and twice counterclockwise.

Seeing the agreed signal, the soldiers who swam ashore couldn't help but speed up their pace. Moments later, they all landed and, with the help of the responders, hauled hundreds of kilograms of cargo into the bushes.

The landing soldiers were all wearing green and black camouflage makeup, and one of them said to the two responders: "I'm Second Lieutenant White of the U.S. Amphibious Special Operations Team, which of you is in charge?" ”

One of the thin figures replied in fluent American English: "I am Major Matt Gonzalez of the Philippine Resistance Alliance's Pattanaugan Island Detachment, and I am ordered to cooperate with you. ”

The American GI, who called himself Second Lieutenant White, nodded at him: "How far is the Japanese radar station from here?" ”

"About 4 miles."

"How many people are stationed?"

"One squadron, more than 200 people." Major Gonzalez, who was small, replied without thinking.

"Are there any tracked combat vehicles or wheeled armored vehicles?"

"There are two armored vehicles on six wheels, two for ordinary trucks, and motorcycles, three with sidecars and two without them."

"What about weapons? Artillery and machine guns? ”

"There are nine pieces of artillery, which do not look like they are against ships but against aircraft, there are about a dozen machine guns, and there are also some mortars and grenadiers, but the number cannot be determined. How are you going to attack? When to attack? Are there warships and aircraft to provide support? ”

Instead of answering the other party's question, Second Lieutenant White of the American Amphibious Special Warfare Team asked rhetorically: "How many of you are there?" How many weapons? ”

The major of the Philippine Resistance Alliance hesitated slightly: "We currently have 65 fighters, divided into 9 squads, each commanded by 9 officers who have received formal training, and the combat skills of ordinary soldiers are taught by us. Our detachment has 42 rifles, 3 pistols, 2 machine guns, 1 mortar, relatively sufficient ammunition, and 12 mortar shells. ”

Ensign White frowned and stared at the other for a few seconds. With the level of training and equipment of the regular Japanese army, a squadron can defeat thousands of soldiers of the Chinese government army or the Anglo-Indian Commonwealth Army on a frontal battlefield, and it should not be less than this conversion ratio against the Philippine guerrillas, not to mention that they have already built guards and fortifications around the radar station in advance, and there are anti-aircraft guns ready to fight. Unless they can get fire support from ships or aircraft, it is a fool's dream to rely on these commandos of more than 20 people and dozens of poorly armed guerrillas.

"We do not attack the enemy's radar station, but wait for the enemy to come and attack us."

"Uh, excuse me?" Major Gonzalez, who commanded more than sixty fighters and more than forty guns, expressed puzzlement.

"Look, we've got more than half a ton of equipment here, and it's probably dawn with them on foot for four miles. Our goal was indeed to destroy the Japanese radar station, but not by our strength, but by bombing with aircraft, all we had to do was to direct the planes to find the right course. ”

The U.S. lieutenant took out the map, turned on the flashlight, and pointed to the two red crosses on it:

"Look, this is the Japanese radar station, and this is where we're going, about a mile north from where we're standing now, that hill should be the highest point on the island, where we're setting up radio beacon points and setting up defensive positions around it. If the Japanese detect the anomaly, they will send the defenders from the radar station to attack us, and our task is to thwart their attack, and if they are slow to react, then we will only have to wait for our planes to destroy the radar station. ”

The Philippine guerrilla major looked at the map in Lieutenant White's hand, and then at the goods brought by the US amphibious special operations team, and finally nodded in understanding, and then asked: "Will the bombing be carried out at night?" ”

Second Lieutenant White glanced at his watch, "We have an hour and a half to prepare. ”

"What about after dawn?" Major Gonzalez, with a small mustache, asked.

"Things after dawn, we'll talk about them after dawn." Second Lieutenant White quickly folded the map and put it away, "Mr. Major, if possible, please summon your soldiers to assist us in the battle within 90 minutes, or set up an ambush on the path where the Japanese radar station must pass." ”

"My fighters are ready." The major replied, "Eight squads were ambushed near the radar station, and one squad was on the perimeter to pick up. We thought that you would blow up the Japanese radar station with naval artillery, and then we would only need to deal with the enemy's remnants, clean up the battlefield, and then resist the enemy's landing counterattack. ”

Second Lieutenant White smiled slightly: "It's a pity that the times are different, the emergence of radar makes it impossible for the naval fleet to launch surprise attacks on the enemy as before, and surface warships will be discovered by the enemy hundreds of kilometers away, so we must change our tactics and attack in a way that the enemy does not expect, and then win the victory." ”

The Philippine guerrilla commander, with his Eastern face and Western name, thought for a moment: "Okay, I'll just let my heralds rush over and bring in the squads closest to us, and the rest of the squads will be ambushed on the spot, what do you think?" ”

"Your troops are under your command, I have no opinion." With that, Second Lieutenant White waved at his men and motioned for them to head for their destination. The 26 officers and men of this amphibious commando are all Westerners, but they are not only Americans, but also former British soldiers who have been absorbed by the American army -- these homeless wretches, although they have been granted American citizenship and can become Canadian citizenship at any time, still stubbornly call themselves "British" and continue to drift as international mercenaries.

After more than 20 minutes of trekking, the amphibious assault team and Major Gonzalez, who had come to meet them, arrived at the small hill on the map, its altitude was only more than 20 meters, and the slopes and summits of the mountain were covered with shrubs.

Upon arrival, Second Lieutenant White immediately instructed his men to set up antennas and assemble equipment, while he took out a sextant from his backpack and measured it. Nearly half of the weight of the materials they carried this time belonged to the special beacon in front of them, which not only has a strong anti-jamming ability, but also can send out radio waves with coordinate signals, and the US military fighters equipped with special receivers can automatically calibrate their routes according to the signals sent by the beacons.

After inputting the coordinates measured by the sextant into the beacon, Second Lieutenant White ordered the operator to conduct a brief radio test, which may have alerted nearby Japanese radar and radio listening stations, but not enough for them to determine the exact location of the beacon. With this done, Second Lieutenant White and his men began to dig bunkers and build positions.

Due to the attrition of World War II and the downturn in the post-war years, the United States today is far from being as bullish as the old time, its economy is less than two-thirds of Germany's, the defense budget is only equivalent to 40 percent of the Germans' military spending, and the huge burden of rearmament has forced them to prioritize the development of arms and weapons, and the American army in 1946 is still equipped with the M1 semi-automatic rifle and M1 carbine, unlike the German and Irish armies that have begun to reload assault rifles. Even so, the firepower output of 16 semi-automatic rifles, 2 light machine guns, and 4 submachine guns is still enough to crush a Japanese squad, not to mention that this elite amphibious special combat team also carries a range-crushing mortar, an 80 mm recoilless gun with a power comparable to a bazooka, and two individual infrared night vision devices.

An hour passed in a flash, and before the guerrillas under Major Gonzalez arrived, the amphibious special operations team led by Second Lieutenant White turned on their beacons as scheduled. About a quarter of an hour later, the roar of airplanes was faintly heard in the eastern sky, and the Japanese land-based radar station on Patnaugan Island was already busy, and the officers were planning to stand against the radar screens with countless points of light, although they had realized that this was a technical means of interference by the Americans, but they were still at a loss as to how to overcome the interference, and one group of the signal soldiers of the radar station kept sending radar detections to the garrison headquarters on Luzon Island, and the other group continued to conduct radio listening. They quickly picked up strange signals that had appeared before and tried to track them down and decipher them. As for the Japanese soldiers who were responsible for guarding the radar station, as usual, they were divided into two, half on guard in anti-aircraft gun emplacements and defensive trenches, and half on standby in their respective barracks, most of them thought that the United States would take this opportunity to start a war, and firmly believed that they would teach the Americans a deep enough lesson, because the Americans were by no means their opponents on the battlefield!

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