Crisp white sheets, hygienic smell of alcohol, and a beautiful and busy nurse lady.

"Well done! I love the Chinese! A pot-bellied colonel patted him on the shoulder and gave him a Purple Heart in the applause around him.

Yang Xuefeng felt a little uncomfortable with the scene changing so quickly, and although she was a little embarrassed, the beautiful nurse still changed his dressing and wiped his body every day. He didn't blush when he changed the dressing for his genitals, which was even more embarrassing than when he teased him a lot of big men, because his face was red. The nurse smiled at him as she changed the dressing, and the smile was a little bad, or rather had other colors.

As if he had guessed something, he asked Miss Nurse, "Has our counteroffensive begun?" ”

She nodded, "Of course, would you stay here otherwise?" ”

Yang Xuefeng just wanted to ask again, there was a roar of motors in the sky outside the window, he turned his head to look, through the window, he saw the figures of planes passing by.

"Blow up those bitches!" Some of the wounded soldiers screamed.

On November 2, 1944, the sky over the White House was gray, gloomy, and cold. In Washington, Chicago, and elsewhere in New York, there was some confusion about the newly announced plan to annihilate the enemy's main forces, but there was excitement anyway. In the face of the powerful American forces, the army will soon be destroyed. Many Americans believe that it is not difficult to do so, and they are confident that it will be done.

The White House conference room was brightly lit, and General Eisenhower, the commander of the U.S. forces who was about to enter the battle, stood there confidently greeting Marshall, chief of the General Staff, and Stimson, secretary of the Army. The only one with a strained face was Bradley.

As the meeting was going on, Stimson said to Marshall, "You've come just in time. Do you understand the dangers of the situation over there? ”

Marshall nodded.

"Have you ever wondered how many shells you will need in a campaign that may break out? What kind of artillery support is needed there? What can we expect from artillery? ”

Marshall looked at his emotionally charged colleagues and cautiously replied, "I think everything depends on how the situation develops." Are you going to attack or defend? Where and what troops were used? Also, how long is this campaign planned? ”

Stimson pondered for a moment, "Ten to twelve days. ”

"If everything can be resolved in a month or two, I'll be satisfied," Marshall said. ”

Everyone around laughed.

"General Marshall," said Stimson coldly, "I command you to base all your estimates on the assumption that the whole campaign will be over in twelve days. ”

Cold winds swept through the forested, snow-covered valleys, blowing down from the ground and trees, and droplets of snowflakes pricked people's bare faces like pins. U.S. soldiers gathered around the campfire, playing accordions and harmonicas, and drinking large rations of wine to soothe the cold.

General Dwight D. Eisenhower, 54, commanded the U.S. Army's 7th, 8th, 9th, and 14th Armies. He was satisfied with the afternoon visit. However, when he came out of the command car, he was glad that he was wearing a cape lined with fur. The cloak was ironed over an olive green bolero made of lightweight material. Ordinary soldiers are still wearing summer clothes, and they still look quite comfortable at the moment. Overcoats and coats are no longer needed, since the planned campaign lasts only a few days.

Thousands of tanks line the road network leading to the battlefield. As soon as Eisenhower gave the order, the tanks would lead a large number of infantry to the attack. Although daylight hours are shorter at this time of year, and the Air Force is unable to provide large-scale air cover for an initial offensive, American planes have ample time to take off from various bases to bomb and disable their positions and communications. The U.S. military has 4,000 bombers and fighters to suppress the army's more than 600 aircraft. In addition, over the past few weeks, the US Air Force has carried out satisfactory reconnaissance work. Although the Chinese army intercepted the US plane, a large number of photographs were taken of the positions, landing grounds, camps, and fortified areas. Intelligence showed that the army had only a few old-fashioned light tanks and about 500 small-caliber anti-tank guns.

It was the night of November 2, 1944, and although the battle had not yet begun, the plan had already been carried out according to the established timetable, and now it was only waiting for the final orders. Tomorrow, the mighty American forces under the command of Eisenhower will be surging forward. There are 750,000 soldiers in the Isthmus of Ypoult alone, and the local barracks can barely accommodate them. Along the 90-mile-long line of defense, U.S. troops stretched as far as the eye could see. This is almost equal to the total number of soldiers that can be mustered in the country in the near future.

General Eisenhower came from a working-class family and came a long way to get to where he is today. He graduated from West Point in 1915 and graduated 61st in his class, receiving only the rank of sergeant major. He later served in the 19th Infantry Division in St. Anthony, Texas, with the rank of second lieutenant. In 1925, he studied at the Staff School and the Army Military Academy. From 1929 to 1932 he was special assistant to the Secretary of the Army. From 1933 to 1939 he was an assistant to Chief of Staff MacArthur. After the United States entered the war, he served as the chief of the battle planning division under Marshall and was promoted to major general. In 1942, he successively served as the commander of the Allied forces in the North African theater and the commander of the US forces in the home theater, and was promoted to lieutenant general and general.

On this momentous evening, Eisenhower studied the map hanging on the wall. The 90-mile front on the Iportt Isthmus was the only and most serious fortified area where he would face battle. Eisenhower was a little uncertain about the strength and fortifications of this line of defense, but how to break it was an interesting challenge. He must seize the Iportt Isthmus as soon as possible. There were many factors in Eisenhower's favor. For example, while bad weather has frozen the ground as hard as iron, there is still very little snowfall. Lakes and rivers have begun to freeze, and soon the ice will be thick enough to withstand the heavy equipment of the American army. The roads crisscrossing the road are starting to become sturdy, and as long as the snow is not thick, it is easy to build new roads. The narrowest point of the Ipoult Isthmus is only 45 miles. Lakes and swamps divide the terrain into many passes, but they have no rocky foundations and are not suitable for permanent fortifications. Since there are no higher hills, the tanks will drive unimpeded. Frozen potato and wheat fields are ideal battlefields for heavy artillery and armored vehicles.

On the other side, the army had already begun to dig trenches and prepare for the garrison. In November, the sky turns gray. For weeks the low-hanging clouds were heavy and wet, the air in the countryside was cold, and people waited anxiously for the snow to fall. Heavy snow will cover the entire land until next spring.

I am not worried about the coming winter. On the contrary, they are worried about what the Americans are up to.

In the afternoon of that day, the Sentinels were busy waiting for the things that people would normally do when something happened. They gambled money, drank tea, listened to the radio, scrubbed and oiled their guns. They think about their families, their wives, their children, their lovers. Everyone is talking about the battle that is about to break out. What would that look like? No one can imagine what a full-scale attack on them by the Americans will look like. However, all agreed that the guards on the outer line of defense would withstand the initial massive attack.

Some young people say they would rather the war come sooner rather than the battle they will be fighting to fight for something to break out. They quipped, sarcastically, "Americans are Americans, even if they fry him in butter." The older man nodded and said, "We'll see." ”

At a military post on the Iportt Isthmus, Fukui patrolled the area near the stone bridge. On this Sunday afternoon, he noticed that the changing of the guard was late. It is possible that the guy was still drinking tea with the other soldiers in a log hut a few hundred yards away. Perhaps they are playing chess to alleviate the monotony of observing the actions of the Americans on the other side.

Fukui turned and walked towards the narrow, broken old stone bridge that spanned the river. The river separates the positions of the American and Japanese troops on both sides. The width of the river here is 12 feet, but the width of the river varies elsewhere in the river. On the other side of the bridge, the road stretched up to a hill that led to the town of Monit and the American line. Fukui didn't know what weapons were hiding over there. However, on the side of the army, only lightly armed infantry units were allowed to approach.

Suddenly, a loud cannon roar pierced the silence of the afternoon. Fukui turned around and looked in the direction of the Americans, listening intently. Another cannon shot erupted, and Fukui immediately concluded that the Americans might be practicing target shooting. The cannon rang out again.

After the gunfire stopped, Fukui wrote down what he had observed in the chronicle as prescribed by his duties. Subsequently, in order to ensure the correct surname of the entry he had written, he drew a line at the three outposts on the side of the Japanese army, indicating exactly where the artillery was fired was one and a quarter of a mile southeast of the site of the explosion.

At 7:45 a.m., the fields and forests of California were still asleep in the dark silence of the icy winter. A plane flew overhead, and he could see that it was not the plane. The fighters rose into the air to intercept them, but the American planes escaped their attack and fled.

At 8 o'clock sharp, the air was suddenly filled with the screams of shells, the echoes of explosions, the low rumble of howitzers, and the dull roar of heavy artillery. From fortresses throughout the United States came the distant echoes of artillery. After 30 seconds, the horizon turns into a curtain of fire. The entire front line of the Japanese army was burning. Snow-covered branches flew into the sky. The red-blue morning light reflected stones, dust, dirt, and fragments of houses. The winding country roads turned into mounds of earth, as if the earth had cracked open and swallowed them all.

This was followed by the "click" of the machine gun, and the sound of gunfire that said that he himself was firing back. The two sides quickly discerned from the chorus of guns that the sound of their own slower light machine guns and the Americans' faster automatic rifles was discerning. The shelling lasted 30 minutes along the battle line. Green flame grenades were fired into the icy sky, signaling the American infantry to attack. American soldiers began to charge. As soon as they jumped into the frozen river, they immediately began to build pontoon bridges. At 9:45, some soldiers of the forward unit crossed the defensive line and entered the defensive area of the Japanese army through the pontoon bridge.

Farther north, the forest, which had been so silent an hour before, was suddenly filled with the roar of tank engines, the "dangdang" of tracks, and the sirens of these vehicles as they marched on snow-covered roads. The fields and forests shook with the explosion of bombs and shells, and on all fronts, he was attacked on every road. Even in some small villages, where only a small road leads, a strong American unit rushed in under the cover of artillery fire and launched a fierce attack on the Japanese army. The broken trees fell into the thick snow, kicking up a white cloud of ice and earth. Black rocks and debris scattered into the sky. Overhead, planes whizzed past the treetops, jetting machine-gun fire and dropping bombs. He said that he had never seen such a scene even in a nightmare. In my memory and imagination, nothing can compare to the horror in front of me.

From the very beginning, about 600,000 troops of the American Army's 7th, 8th, 9th, and 14th armies launched an attack on the whole line from the Iportt Isthmus to Kody in the north. There were 5 lines of attack: the 9th Army was to attack the waist of the Japanese army, splitting everything into two. A large number of tanks rumbled along the narrow, frozen road as they strafed the sparsely defended troops, and groups of American soldiers lined up in close formations to follow the tanks. A soldier's eyes widened in surprise, and it took a while to squeeze out a witticism: "So many Americans...... Where do we have a place to bury them all? His buddies smiled reluctantly, noticing that the bullet had bounced off the onrushing tank.

In other defensive areas, he went through what they called the "retreat" phase, which was roughly the same as on the frontal line: fighting, delaying the American attack, and then retreating into the trenches and fortifications in the wilderness. There were no "extravagant" defenses like a defensive line in the north, and they seemed to be very comfortable with the low temperatures. Almost all of the soldiers were members of the National Guard and reservists, and they grew up together, went to school together, received military training together, and were in good health. They knew what they were fighting for—they fought fiercely, firmly, fanatically, for the sake of their emperor. They are all well-trained shooters and do not need to be told when to pull the trigger and in which direction to shoot.

From the moment the US troops attacked, the National Guard and guerrillas, which had been fighting against the Chinese army, began to fiercely counterattack the Japanese army. Patrols in white coats and sleds sped up and down in the snow, constantly harassing their marching columns. Most of these Americans have home-made cross-country sleds with leather straps on the toes. Their handmade boots have cocked toes that glide into the sled toe toe straps, allowing them to slip on and take off the sled in seconds. When they crawled and shot in the snow, they put their sleds aside and tied them to a belt.

The sled-wearing American guerrillas were out of nowhere, using their fast-firing "Thompson" submachine guns to rain down on the men and horses of the Japanese army, and then disappeared into the vast white field.

The 104th and 52nd Divisions of the U.S. Army, supported by strong artillery fire, began to regain the towns and villages occupied by the Japanese army. The plan of the American forces was to advance into the deep defense line of the Japanese army in two days, and they did not encounter much resistance from their own troops. The balance of forces here is 42 American soldiers versus 1 soldier.

In the south, the U.S. 88th Division's double-arrow offensive will join forces of the 122nd Division in attacking the villages where the Japanese troops are stationed, and preparing to join forces with the U.S. troops coming from the east.

In the middle of the vast snow-covered wastelands and frozen lakes, he left some guards to protect the road leading to the landing grounds. However, in the absence of a large-scale American offensive, these troops went south to join the battle against the city of Los Angeles. This is the waist part of the army, the closest to the plains, and it is also the place where the railroad can deliver supplies to the American troops. In addition, the roads on the side of the US military are in good condition. When the U.S. troops attacked, they brought heavy road construction equipment, as well as tanks, trucks, artillery, war horses, field kitchens, etc. The 163rd Division of the US Army has a strength of about 17,000 people.

At the same time, due to his own brutal killing, American civilians in this area were evacuated as soon as possible. Some went to safety. But there are also many people who are not so lucky. At a roadside farmhouse, there was a loud knock on the door. The door was slammed open, and a few soldiers entered. The people inside grabbed their guns and opened fire, hitting the first man in the head. The rest retreated into the entrance hall and threw grenades into the living room. The two American children quickly picked up the grenade and threw it out. Explosions and firefights rang out, and a bullet hit the little boy sitting at the coffee table at his mother's lap. The two soldiers jumped in through the back window, and the children wanted to run back to the unit to report the news. But they were caught in the courtyard and finally killed along with the adults.

In order to completely wipe out the Japanese army, the 54th Division of the US Army advanced along the road. The U.S. military had 12,800 men, 120 artillery pieces and 85 tanks. The 1,200 warriors led by Tsuba Nakasa repeatedly advanced and retreated, but eventually retreated due to the disparity in strength.

(To be continued)