Suddenly, there was a sharp whistling, and Fukui and the others all hugged their heads with their hands. "Boom! Rumble! Rumble! "The mortars were blazing in all directions, and Fukui felt as if something was grabbing him, and he shook violently before he let go, and a lump of mud fell into his neck, stabbing him bitterly." Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! ”

Someone screamed, "Oops, hit me!" Hit me! Something hit me! ”

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The Americans fired more and more shells, and they could not stand the wave of explosions. Several recruits shouted, "Enough! I can't take it! Enough! …… I can't take it! I can't take it! At this point, they don't know why they're yelling.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

"Hit me! Hit me! "I don't know who's still there. At this time the Americans' rifles opened fire again. Fukui put his hands on the ground and lay at the bottom of the pit, his muscles in place and ready to standby.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

"Ding! ——”

Shrapnel whistled and scattered in the woods.

Aso picked up the flare gun. At this time, the firepower of the American troops did not weaken at all, but in the sound of the gunfire, he could clearly hear someone shouting in American. So he pointed his flare gun at the sky.

"The enemy is coming!"

With this shout, he lit a flare and shouted, "Stop it!" There was a shrill cry from the jungle on the other side. It's like a man screaming at the wheel holding down his footboard.

“go！ go！ go！ - "This is the voice of the Americans!"

When the flares came on, it was also the time for the Americans to charge. Fukui had a momentary feeling that the American machine gun was coming from the flank, so he pulled up the gun and fired it without thinking. This time, it was not to see where to shoot, but to keep the muzzle of the gun low, and to strafe back and forth repeatedly. He couldn't hear the sound of other people's guns, but he could see the fire coming from the muzzles of their guns, like the exhaust pipe of a car spewing into it.

As soon as the flares went on, the horrific scene of the Americans crossing the river and rushing towards him caught his eyes like a photograph. “go！ go！ go！ The cry was loud in my ears again. In the light of the flares, the Americans looked like figures illuminated by a bolt of lightning, with distinct outlines, but there was always a smell that seemed to be still for a moment. Fukui doesn't see anything clearly now; At this time, if he were to tell him which was his hand with the machine gun and which was the machine gun in his hand, he would not be able to say at all. He had been completely submerged in the noise, and the individual shouts and shouts were only an impression in his mind for a blink of an eye at best. He didn't care to count the number of Americans who rushed across the river, and he knew that his finger was firmly attached to the trigger and could not shake it off. At this moment, he had no idea what danger was. He knew how to shoot hard. One by one, the American soldiers who rushed across the river fell. As soon as they reached the water, their speed slowed down considerably, and the reconnaissance detachment concentrated their fire on them, like a gust of wind sweeping across the field. The people in front fell and died, and the corpses tripped over those behind them. Fukui saw an American soldier behind a corpse with his hand stretched out, as if he was about to grasp something in the sky, and Fukui hit him, as if he had been fighting for a long time, before he saw that his erect arm gradually weakened.

Fukui looked to the right and saw that at the bend of the creek and the edge of the cliff, three people were trying to smuggle in. He turned his gun and gave them a beating. One fell, and the other two hurriedly stopped, turned and fled. Unfortunately, Fukui didn't bother to punch them in the ass again, because by this time several American soldiers had already come to the shore on his side and were rushing towards the machine-gun position. He hurriedly turned around and fired a flat shot at close range, knocking over all the American soldiers only five or six yards in front of the fortifications.

Fukui hit here and there, and his reaction to change targets was as fast as a player on the pitch following the ball. If the people here fall, they will fight the gang there again. The Americans messed up the ranks, scattered, hesitated, and began to retreat.

The flare went out, and Fukui was blind for a while. It was dark in front of me, and I couldn't hear a sound anymore. Aso wanted to get another flare, but he couldn't touch it in a hurry, and he was so anxious that he died. He anxiously asked his subordinates, "Where are you placed?" ”

"Where's what?" The subordinates replied with some surprises.

"It's damning!" However, Aso still touched the flare box in the end, and he reloaded the bullet. At this time, Fukui's eyes gradually became visible in the dark, so he did not shoot. Later, he noticed that something was moving in the river, so he shot it again. As soon as the flares were turned on, I saw a few Americans in the water who were so frightened that they didn't dare to move. As soon as Clovt turned his gun, he immediately opened fire on them. There were tall American soldiers who held out for most of the day and refused to fall. There was not a hint of pain on his face, and when he was hit by a large string of bullets in his chest, the only expression was confusion and amazement. There was no movement in the creek again. In the light of the flares, the corpses of the river looked slewed and shriveled at all, but like sacks of grain. One of the American soldiers had his face submerged in the water and floated away. On the river beach near the machine-gun bunker, there was an American lying on his back facing the sky, blood still dripping out, a large puddle on the ground, and a large hole in his abdomen, like a disemboweled chicken with his stomach exposed. Fukui couldn't hold it back for a while, grabbed the machine gun and gave him a shuttle. Seeing the body tremble, I felt a pang of joy in my heart.

There was an American soldier who was wounded and not dead, and was still humming in American words. After a while, there was a scream of pain, and in the miserable light of the flares, it sounded particularly creepy. Fukui grabbed a grenade: "This guy is really noisy," he said, pulling out the safety pin and throwing it at the other side. The grenade landed squarely on a corpse, and Fukui quickly pulled Aida to lower his body. There was a bang, it was very fierce, but it sounded empty, as if it had only shattered the glass window, but the house had not collapsed. After a while, the humming and yelling stopped.

Aso listened attentively to the movement on the other side. The quiet sound of dodging indicated that someone was retreating into the jungle. He shouted, "Concentrate your fire!" ”

All the soldiers opened fire again, and Fukui took advantage of the short burst to sweep back and forth into the jungle. He could hear that the machine gun next to him was also firing hard.

"It's probably enough for them to beat it now." Fukui said to Aida.

When the flare went out, Aso stood up and asked in a loud voice, "Who is hurt?" ”

"Ando, Inoue, Tanaka, and ......" someone reported a long list of names.

"Are you seriously injured?" Aso asked again.

"Yes, sir, we need a doctor...... someone whispered. Some had several bullets in the stomach. ”

"Will you be able to make it until dawn?"

There was no one silent for a long time, and then a weak voice said, "I can still hold on." ”

Aso jumped out of the fortifications. "I'll take a look. Stop shooting! As he spoke, he walked down the path to the wounded. I saw several medics kneeling beside the wounded soldiers, treating their wounds.

"Spread the word: everyone stayed where they were, waiting for the dawn. It is estimated that the enemy will not come again tonight, but no one can beat the ticket in this matter. Also, be careful not to fall asleep. Now there is only a few hours until dawn, and it is not hard at all. Aso encouraged everyone.

At this time, the corpses in the small river slowly drifted away with the water.

"It's good now, we don't have to worry about these dead kings stinking in the river." Someone said.

"We don't know how long we're going to be here." Some complained that they had been exhausted by the U.S. military raids over the past few days.

"It won't be too long, we're going to Los Angeles." Aso Shaosa cheers everyone up.

"How do you know? Sir? ”

"General Kobayashi said that according to the orders of the base camp, the 11th and 13th Divisions will launch a frontal assault on Los Angeles and encircle and defend with the other 14th and 20th Divisions. In order to ensure the implementation of the campaign, the division was accompanied by two tank brigades and one heavy artillery brigade, in addition to a strong air strike force as cover. Aso told everything he knew, "Now the battle may have begun." ”

"That's great, hopefully they go well." Someone said happily.

"The combat effectiveness of the rice country is too poor, and it is said that the rice country has a strong industrial production capacity, and there are countless warships, planes, tanks and artillery, but until now, we have not even seen any American tanks."

"yes, they're not as good as the legend says."

Listening to their discussion, Fukui let out a sneer in his heart.

Of course, he and some of the veterans understood that the commander's words were only used to cheer up the recruits who had not seen it.

It's not like he hasn't fought against the U.S. military.

In his opinion, the reason why the US military has behaved like this from the landing to the present is probably that the Americans are deliberately showing weakness or deliberately hiding their strength (as he guessed, it is the American National Guard that is currently fighting against them).

He was never convinced that the battle would be limited to such a scale.

In fact, as he had predicted, the assault on Los Angeles began with fierce resistance from the American defenders.

The officers and men of the US National Guard guarding the villages and towns outside Los Angeles had a strong will to fight, and in addition to their familiarity with the terrain, some local people reported the enemy situation, causing heavy losses to the 6th Division, the vanguard of the Japanese army, which attacked that day.

Division commander Toshio Tani personally went to the frontline to observe the enemy's situation. He found that his enemy relied mainly on fortifications in villages and towns for fortress resistance, which showed that the tactical thinking of the commander of this American army was still stuck at the backward level of the end of the last century. Because no modern war can ignore the threat of air strikes, these US troops do not quite understand that villages and towns happen to be prominent targets for aircraft bombing. So on the one hand, he asked the aviation regiment to carry out intensive bombing of the target position, and on the other hand, he commanded the tank group to carry out a rapid breakthrough in the center, trying to encircle and annihilate the US troops in one fell swoop.

Facts soon proved that Tani's idea was correct.

More than 60 planes bombed and strafed the US positions in four groups, leveling all the brick and stone houses and impregnable fortifications. Immediately afterwards, under the cover of heavy artillery, dozens of tanks quickly advanced through the pontoon bridge erected by sappers to carry out a central breakthrough. Later, when the tanks appeared, many militiamen did not know how to deal with these steel monsters spitting flaming tongues, so they had to flee in panic.

The swarmed tanks marched straight in in a column, forcing their way through the enemy's lines, shooting and crushing the routed enemy soldiers. But the Americans were stubborn after all, and after the initial panic and confusion, the follow-up troops quickly stabilized their positions nearby and launched a counterattack against the Japanese army. American soldiers threw cluster grenades at the tanks, and heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft machine guns created a method of direct fire at a flat angle to penetrate the thin steel plates on the flanks of the tanks, and many officers and men armed with rifles fought hand-to-hand with the Japanese troops. After a week of fierce fighting between the two sides, the 6th Division lost dozens of tanks and suffered more than 2,000 casualties.

After that, the weather changed abruptly, it rained heavily, the 6th Division lost its way in the waterlogged area, and the mechanized troops fell into a quagmire. Gu Shoufu had no choice but to order the troops to return the same way. Subsequently, the 6th Division changed its course in the rain, avoided the frontal defense line of the American army, and made a detour to the west to join the other two divisions, completing the siege of Los Angeles.

The army concentrated 800 artillery pieces, more than 300 tanks, and hundreds of planes to storm Los Angeles. The 122nd Infantry Division of the US Army fought to the death and fought fiercely for 48 hours, and many people died heroically.

Just as the army holding high the sun flag marched on the late autumn land of the plains, the ambitious Tani Shofu was already standing on the hillside on the outskirts of Los Angeles and raising his binoculars to observe the American city that was about to be drowned in a pool of blood. He saw straight roads, neat buildings, towering skyscrapers and churches, as well as a city of slowly crawling cars and looming crowds. General Ben was so greedy and fascinated that his saliva flowed unconsciously, as if a butcher was looking at the animals that were about to be slaughtered.

A communications soldier arrived quickly and delivered an urgent telegram. After reading it, Gu Shoufu couldn't hold back his excitement and laughed out loud.

"Our reinforcements have arrived." General Ben proclaimed, parching his chapped lips, "...... Haha, we're going to visit the city of Los Angeles! ”

At this time, Gu Shoufu didn't know that his distance from Los Angeles would end there.

Yanjing, Jurentang, the Grand Presidential Palace of the Chinese Federation.

"In this way, the U.S. side has adopted our suggestion." Yang Shuoming looked at the report in his hand, looked at Cai Ye and said, "Or rather, they learned from our experience and their lessons in the Philippines." ”

"Exactly." Cai Ye coughed lightly and nodded, "However, I think it is indeed not easy for President Roosevelt to make such a decision." Presumably under the influence of the British. Prime Minister Churchill could make up his mind to abandon the British mainland, and the sacrifice of the Americans in a decisive battle with the enemy on their home soil was nothing at all. ”

"The use of troops is important, it is nothing more than 'defend the city, copy the back road, and gather and annihilate'. It was not easy for President Roosevelt and his generals to understand this. Yang Shuoming put down the report in his hand and came to the map table, "However, if you want to achieve the goal of gathering and destroying the main force of the navy and army, you must have a powerful naval aviation and fleet, and I don't know how the expansion of the US Navy is progressing and how many aircraft carriers have been built." Not enough for the rest of the battle. ”

"Yes, if it doesn't work, our aircraft carrier fleet really needs to go over to support them." Tang Qianming replied.

"The stakes are very high, and it stands to reason that we should support them, but it's too far away." Yang Shuoming shook his head, "Once the coordination is not smooth, there will be some damage, and the overall situation will be shaken." ”

"Yes, it's really hard to do." Cai Ye said.

"It is said that the Americans, with the help of the British, have built several 'iceberg aircraft carriers', which are currently on trial voyage and are expected to be able to enter the war soon." Zeng Hong, chief of naval intelligence, replied.

Zeng Hong's words surprised several people in the room.

"Iceberg aircraft carrier?" When Yang Shuoming heard this word, he was also slightly stunned, and the "supercomputer eye" immediately started, and the relevant data was soon displayed in his eyes.

"I have some relevant information here, if the president is interested, you can take a look." Zeng Hong said, took a briefcase, took out a folder inside, and handed it to Yang Shuoming.

"If it's really built, I'll be in big trouble." Yang Shuoming quickly finished reading the report, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He casually handed the report to Cai Yi, who immediately read it carefully.

"Does the president want to build a few such 'iceberg aircraft carriers' for our navy?" Zeng Hong asked seriously, "This kind of supercarrier can take off and land large combat aircraft, and it is not easy to destroy, and its combat effectiveness is still okay." ”

"Let's see how well the Americans and the British use it first." Yang Shuoming smiled and replied.

"In this battle of Los Angeles, if the US military uses these ice ships to win, I believe that I will follow suit." After reading the report, Cai Yi laughed, "However, even if they can build it, we are not afraid now." ”

"I'm not afraid that I'll learn to make this, but I'm afraid that they'll learn to make that." Yang Shuoming's gaze returned to the map, and he stared at the direction where the Yueben Islands were located, "I hope Yun'er, they won't let me down......" Although his last sentence was very low, it still made Cai Yi and the others hear it clearly.

(To be continued)